Lorraine And Marco Novel Novels & Stories

Moretti, I wouldn't have come back at all. That day, I was just about to head out when Mr. Moretti called. "Ms. Esposito, things have become somewhat complicated. Marco still won't consent to the divorce. Furthermore, the villa caught fire the day after you departed. Marco is now homeless and using his misfortune to garner sympathy. Public opinion has completely swung in his favor." While I was in Vantrea Island, I hadn't paid any attention to what was happening online. Never did I imagine that something like this could happen.

The sight of him should have been welcome—if anyone knew how to pull out a smile through the darkness, it was Marco—but instead, his presence just made me think of Aldo’s accusations all over again. He has ties to my enemies … “Hey, Layla. Could I …” Marco lifted a hand to ruffle the back of his hair in a surprisingly awkward gesture. “Could I talk to you for a second?” I cocked my head, uncertain. “Sure. But … could I ask you something first?” He slipped into the office, closed the door behind him. His brows pulled into a soft line of concern. “What’s wrong?” “It’s silly … just.” I huffed out a half-laugh. “Do you know a woman named Maria Moretti?”

Marco said, enjoying my struggle. I pouted and sulked, which only made Marco laugh more. “Fine! I lost. Happy now?” “Very,” he said, raising his glass in a mock toast. “To the best loser I’ve ever met.” We continued our conversation, and I noticed Marco’s mood shifting. He began talking about his past, his voice growing more serious. “You know,” Marco started, “I had a fiancée once. Her name was Noelle.” I blinked, trying to keep up with his words. “Noelle... I feel like I’ve heard that name before.”

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

Lilianna »»»◈««« To my surprise, Marco's parents defied my expectations. Despite the strained history between our families, they welcomed me with open arms, showing no signs of animosity or resentment. Not a single mention was made of whatever happened in the past, not even the incident at Marco's wedding. It was as if they were determined to leave the past behind and accept me into their family with open arms. As we sat down for dinner, Marco's father, Mario Costello, repeatedly tried to call him, but Marco ignored every single call, his father's face flushed red with anger. "We've been looking forward to the day when Marco would settle down, and I'm really happy that it's finally happened,

He seemed to understand without needing more, nodding gently. “I think my husband’s seeing someone else… I… I can’t really blame him, though. The lady’s his first love.” I wiped my tears with the handkerchief he’d given me. “That’s sad,” he said quietly, staring into the darkness. “It is.” I glanced at him with curiosity. “By the way, who are you?” “Uh… I’m Marco Ricci, an orphan here,” he said. “And you are?” “Alora Eunice Escarra… De Herrera,” I said, the bitterness hanging heavy on his last name.

"Marco, stop! You’re hurting her! And the entire building can hear this argument!" "To hell with the building! And to hell with the gossip!" Marco roared, shaking my arm slightly in his intensity, his fury volcanic. "She’s marrying a rival! She’s betraying us! She thinks she can walk away with an asset that could cripple this entire city if Luciano turns it against us! She is a walking security breach we allowed to live!"

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.

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."