Lorraine And Marco Novel Free Novels & Stories

I took a step back and stated in an unnervingly calm tone, "Let's break up, Marco." Marco froze on the spot, his expression quickly shifting to one of annoyance. "What do you want from me, Lina Moretti? Haven't I told you that it was the last time? Fiora is going away and won't return for good! Why can't you be a bit understanding for once, Lina?" I looked at Marco, who had lost control in front of me, my eyes slightly vacant. I had almost never seen him lose his temper with me; after all, it was common knowledge that Marco DeLuca had been madly in love with Lina Moretti.

'' Marco says, pointing to the chairs in front of him, as soon as he approaches. ''Sure, make yourself at home,'' I answer, embarrassed ''Thank you, this is my friend David; he is also Italian,'' Marco says, so the two of them sit down. ''Pleasure, I'm Beatrice, and this is my friend Tina. This is Mark and David. Is that right?'' I ask, turning to Marco again. ''Yes, of course. You're right; I'm not going to Pleasure Tina. He turns around and reaches out.

Charlotte stroked Marco's hair calmly as he tried to control his breathing. She hadn't imagined her first time with him would be so intense. She had imagined many times that it would be a romantic night, after all Marco was romantic as far as she remembered. This Marco now seemed to be anything but a lover of romance. But it hadn't been bad, on the contrary, it was delicious and as much as she had dreamed of something different, she wouldn't trade it for what really happened.

Since Terrence is aware of the relationship status of Nicole with Louie, he immediately urge Nicole that they can join Marco's table in the hope that Nicole will get to chance to get to know new people with new perspective. Finally, they join Marco's table, Terrence knew that he is interested with Nicole so he started talking to dig more about Marco, "Do you have any partner, girlfriends etc. Marco?" Terrence said. Marco did reply while he was smiling "Actually I just got from break up last month." Nicole didn't know exactly what is going on and just listening. Marco did offer her a beer but since Nicole is extra cautious on the place, she pretends to spill it along with Marco. "Oh, I'm sorr

she yells back. “I’m not taking you to war until my mark is on your neck. Once it is, I will be able to stay in your mind and I will know if you are at risk. I refuse to let anything happen to you, Samara,” I growl. “Then maybe you should put your mark on my neck, Roman,” she growls back. I jerk at her words. It feels like she just doused me with ice water, taking all the heat of our argument out of me. However, right behind that is a very different kind of heat that spreads quickly through my body.

As the priest began the ceremony, his voice echoed through the church, "Do you, Alessandro, take Rosalia to be your wife...?" Alex responded quickly, his voice firm, "Yes." The priest turned to me, his eyes expectant, "Do you, Rosalia Giovanni, take Alexandro Fabian to be your husband...?" I hesitated, but my mind kept on racing with thoughts of escape, of freedom. But as I was about to respond, a burst of gunfire stopped the sacred atmosphere, sending shockwaves through the crowds. The priest's eyes widened in horror as he stumbled backward, his hands trembling. All the guests stood frozen, their faces pale and terrified, as they stared at Don Marco and his men.

Chloe laughed, but then the laughter died and she grew serious. "Alice, I saw how he looks at you. How he treats you. How he cares. And I'm happy for you, truly. But…" She hesitated. "What do you know about him? About his past?" The air shifted. I felt the weight of the question. "I know," I replied softly. "I know about his wife. And about his daughter." Chloe said nothing, just waited. "Marco was married to a woman named Luna. They loved each other deeply, from what everyone says. She was sweet, cheerful, made friends with everyone." I took a deep breath. "She was diagnosed with cancer. Advanced. She fought for a while, but… there was no hope."

If Marco had faked his persona the entire time he was with me, what was he like in front of Camilla? The door was slightly ajar, and Marco’s voice drifted through the crack. "Did he treat you well?” "He’s... alright. He never comes home, but I suppose that’s a good thing. Means he won’t find out about us and Violetta.” "You know, Marco," Camilla’s voice continued, "he even asked me to give him a child. Can you believe that?” "Don’t talk like that, Camilla," Marco’s voice sounded strained. Camilla was married, and Marco—what was he doing? Playing the role of the third wheel in someone else’s marriage, while making her the third wheel in ours?

A L Y S S A My heart thunders as the words register in my mind... I will marry her... Stephano has agreed to marry me... just like that... I watch as Mrs Valentino releases a breath she has clearly been holding, her shoulders relaxing slightly, while her husband nods once, satisfied, both of them glancing at each other before they both look at their son, then at me. I stand there, stunned, my mind struggling to catch up to what has just happened. I have not agreed to anything out loud, yet my future has been decided in front of me like a business deal concluded without my signature.

Each one bearing his name as if to prove that she had loved only him and no one else. Then, a sudden memory stopped him in his tracks. “Sometimes, you annoy me… but I didn’t realize until later that I’d already fallen in love with you. I don’t want a day to come when we’re apart. I promise to live with you and laugh with you, to stand by your side and sleep in your arms. Hand in hand, heart to heart… We’ll grow old together.” Marco’s lips trembled. His breath hitched. Without warning, he ran forward, straight toward the grave, and jumped into the burial pit. Gasps erupted from the crowd as he began digging furiously at the loose dirt with his bare hands.