Lorraine And Marco Novel Novels & Stories

Holding his breath as he waited for the inevitable cock of the gun. “Are we disturbing something?” Rosalie’s voice asked curiously as the young couple sprang apart, their eyes flying open to see Marco’s parents standing before them. His father holding his infamous lemon cake while his mom having her arm looped through her husband’s, looking at the two with soft eyes. “Everything alright?” She asked in concern to see the tears streak down Sofia’s cheek, the girl hastily wiping them away as the wide eyed-look never left her, or Marco, for that matter. “Mom, dad,” Marco breathed out, standing up to greet them, but lost all feeling in his legs and he fell to his knees, his body feeling numb as h

"We're meant for each other, baby. I'm excited to marry you. My heart is all yours now. I love you!" Niccolo kissed her lips and she felt his arms tighten around her. Their lips parted and laughter filled the whole cemetery. There's an engagement party waiting for them. All of the people who are special in their hearts are present there. They congratulated them. They're both happy loving each other. They couldn't wait for more days to come. They wanted to exchange their vows again, and this time their hearts beat as one and no one can change their minds. Kira Ramirez heard their wedding. She wants to have a revenge against them, so Marco paid several men to kidnap Niccolo. Marco is the head

Rebecca sighed and continued reading. Luciano made available to her a mansion named "The Villa" that was located on the outskirts of the city. She could live there while married to him and it would serve as a facade for their marriage, as Luciano established in that contract that he would have no relationship or bond with her. He would attend or stay at that house when he considered it necessary, but at no time would they sleep together or even be obliged to engage in conversation.

"What you just said... was it all true? The framing... the blacklisting... the mistress?" Marco's face turned deathly pale, a look of pure terror. He dropped my hand as if he had been burned. "Bella, let me explain, it's not what you think..." he said, frantically moving toward her. "This woman is crazy, she was seducing me, I was just..." "Don't touch me!" Isabella shrieked, stumbling back as tears streamed down her face. "You make me sick!" A flash of ruthlessness crossed Marco's eyes, as if he were about to take control of the situation by force.

“It’s okay! Consider it a gift for saving my bar tonight. If it weren’t for you, my customers might’ve walked out!” Lando said kindly to Lorain. (After their conversation) “I can finally go back to Aling Cora’s place. I’ll get my things and leave. I never want to see that house again — it’s disgusting!” Lorain said as she waited for a taxi. “I can take a taxi now since I have money to pay,” she happily told herself. For a moment, her sadness disappeared with the joy of dancing. But that thought vanished again when she reached the subdivision where she saw Rica and Winson now living together. And the painful truth — they were already married.

Stephano adds, his voice cold and immediately sending chills through my body as I slowly glance over at him, already finding him staring back at me with his arms crossed in nothing but pure irritation. "She will never truly be a Valentino." He says coldly, and even though I agree with his words, I feel a sharp pang in my chest regardless. Mrs Valentino pays him no mind and instead turns back at me. "Tomorrow, you both will sign the papers. After that, you will begin preparing to move in with Stephano. Eventually, word will get out of your marriage... but we will handle that as soon as the time comes... for now... You both have a great responsibility falling on your shoulders." She explains,

The plan Marco had never even bothered to look at. The dress, the venue, the European style of the church… Worried about a leak, I rushed to the studio. When I got to the door, I saw Marco was there, too. He saw me and told me excitedly that they had finally settled on a plan. I couldn't smile. My face was blank as I asked him where he got the pictures. “You left your laptop open last night when you were in the shower. I saw it. It’s an exceptional plan, so I sent it to Isabella right away. Turns out she loves it—it’s the only one she wants. Why were you hiding something this good?”

The skyline was now sharp and blinding, the sun at its highest point. Vittorio stood beside him, his palms folded into each other. “What’s the update at home?” Marco asked as he sipped his whiskey. “The chef and the girl—or Rosina?” Vittorio queried. But Marco didn’t respond, and Vittorio understood his silence. When he asked for an update, he needed all the information—from the least to the highest. “The chef and the girl have been staying closer to each other. Something seems to be going on between the—”

Elara's POV “Just a little bit more, Elara.” Marco's deep tone groaned in my ear, his face buried in my collarbone. He sniffed the area, nuzzling up the length of my bare neck. He kissed my collarbone and bit it, grazing the area with his canine. “Hmm,” I moaned, still weak from the first round. He licked off beads of water from my skin like he was tending to my bruised body, his hand gripped tight to my stomach, holding me back from falling.