Lorraine And Marco Novel Novels & Stories

" You saw what he did to the man who laid a finger on her at the party ...." “ We get it ...She belongs to—” Milo started. Marco leaned in, his voice low, lethal. “You will forget she has any ties to you And if you don’t—” He didn’t finish.He didn’t need to.Milo and his wife both ran off like dogs,their tail between their legs. Marco turned to me.One through look at me and his face softened.Distractedly,I noticed he had taken off his contact lenses.His eyes were blue again One look at his familiar face—and my endurance broke.

the brashness of Marco’s tone leaves Oliver stunned and ultimately submissive with his reply to the Lycan. “Lily told us that your memory loss would be a side effect of curing your curse. And since Tanya abandoned you, we thought it would be better that you didn’t remember her at all. So, we agreed to keep her existence a secret. We didn’t want to cause you anymore pain Marco.” Marco can only scoff in response, before stating. “Well, nevermind that now, I’m coming back to capital, and I need you to prepare a document for me.” ____________________

I relaxed a little. Nora had picked a glittery pink polish, which was a surprise to me, and I had settled on a bright coral that felt right for a beach trip and matched hers just enough to make her happy. Marco set Nora up at the station beside us with a bowl of warm soapy water to soak her fingers while he worked on me first. “So,” Marco said pleasantly, pulling my hand toward him and picking up the file. He had a gleaming silver band on his ring finger. “Are you ladies visiting from far away?”

"He couldn't be worried because, at that time, he was busy staring at Alora and Anton, thinking of how to marry her and kill him at the same time." I groaned, gripping the edge of my table. There was nothing to chuck at his head this time. "You guys are so stupid. I'm going to bed." "Uh-huh, you're going to bed. Or are you going to where Alora is? I know you kept her in your bed." "Oh my God, we could title their love story: Tied to His Bed," Vittoria beamed, clapping her hands. "No, she isn't tied. She's trapped," Marco corrected. "I think she loves her trap though. She’ll never admit it. The two denying lovebirds here."

Letta asked, gazing at Marco, now at eye level with her. "Why not? It'll make our game easier," Marco replied, whispering right in front of her face. Letta then closed her eyes. Just hearing her husband's deep voice made her entire body react. Following that, Letta returned Marco's intense gaze. Lowering her hand, she caressed the side of Marco's neck, causing him to shut his eyes. He felt Letta's gentle touch, one he had never experienced before, not since she lost her memory.

"As I told you, I just want to expose her to a year in the company so that if the time comes, she'll be even more hurt after a year. I have the power to marry her, but that was the last thing on my mind." Marco's voice followed on the recording. "Are you saying you have no intentions of marrying her and adhering to the will?" "No, I won't benefit from marrying her, so why bother? My objective is to hurt Erin. I don't want her parading around as Orion Arvesso's fiancée!" Orion retorted when the discussion turned to his role as Erin's bodyguard. Erin was taken aback and came to a complete halt. "What the heck, Carla?!" Marco exclaimed, approaching. He had just arrived from somewhere. "I've bee

The pain in my abdomen throbbed, grounding me in reality. I might have been an orphan once—but not anymore. And Marco had no idea the Bianca he fought so hard to win was the fake. If I used his own words… the stray was her, not me. I didn’t stop the video. His voice kept replaying, filling the room. In front of me, the Marco I once knew—the one who looked at me gently, held my hand, and promised I would never be alone—slowly blurred into the man kneeling before another woman, calling me nothing more than a pathetic, powerless orphan he kept to warm his bed.

He nodded, “I’ll call the warehouse, but… are you sure about this, sir? That's a lot of losses on our side” “It doesn’t matter. We have to try, for the sake of Marco.” The door burst open, and Tony rushed in, his face flushed. “Sir, the press is asking for a statement. They’ve picked up on some… unusual news.” Shooting him a glare. “News, what news? Tony hesitated. “Rumors, sir. About Marco. They’re asking if there’s any truth that he eloped to get married to a man.” his voice dropped to a whisper at the last part.

I was about to say yes when Marco’s hand landed on my thigh again, this time to stop me from speaking. “No, you go ahead,” Marco replied, flashing me a devilish grin. “We’ve got things to discuss.” *** Edited. 2801225, Anne Joyce