Novel & Cerita Mako Island Of Secrets Cast

“We are pleased to display some of our designs and have a few new faces showing them.” “First, we have Isla, Rebecca and Caitlyn. They are looking fabulous in their office wear” Mark states as a young girl walks as fast as she could down the runway, smiling; with Caitlyn mouthing ‘slower’ to her. They get to the end of the catwalk and turn before retreating up the catwalk.

All thanks to Luigi motherfucking Gonzalez. I haven't seen Alessio since the funeral, I did go there to see him. I even offered him a hug which was so not me—but I did it anyway. I remember seeing his friend there, I think his name was Sean or something. He was the American Mafia Leader and a very very hot dude might I add. "I'm gonna need you to send a few of your men in the address I'll send you in a few seconds," I responded earning a small groan from him, "who'd you kill this time?"

"The island is completely off the grid. The only people who know its exact coordinates are my father's most trusted attorney, Cassandra, and now, you. That is where the vault is. That is where we will find the proof that exposes his brother and Sophia's entire conspiracy." I settled back into the leather seat, the cold air from the vents chilling the exposed skin above my emerald dress. Marcus's easy love felt a million miles away. I was on a secret jet, flying to an island named after a corporate conspiracy, about to break into a hidden vault with the man who had just used a beautiful lie to save both our lives.

BLACKWOOD ISLAND. Eleanor’s face went pale. “No.” Eliam looked at her. “What?” “That island was sealed after Richard’s death.” Samuel slowly shook his head. “It wasn’t sealed.” Eleanor stared at him. “You knew?” “I suspected.” Marcus enlarged the map. A second signal appeared. Someone was currently accessing the server from the island. Then a video file appeared on his screen. No sender. No title. It opened automatically. A man sat in a dark room. His face was hidden.

If I wanted my revenge, I had to become visible to him, even if that meant becoming Astria. With recognition flashing in his eyes, Malakai lowered the phone and walked towards me, holding my gaze, and I didn't even bother withdrawing from it. This wasn't Astria, it was Isabella Monroe. “Astria…” Malakai muttered, naturally, like he had come to believe that the person before him was really Astria and not a random woman who he contracted to be an imposter. Was it the face? Or did I get into character enough to make him believe I was really Astria? If the latter was the case, then I owe myself a pat on the back.

"Kai! Marco's in the living room with Brandon. You remember Brandon Mitchell? He and Isla dated for a while." Every muscle in my body went rigid. "Brandon's here?" "Yes, such a sweet boy. He and Isla are working things out, isn't that wonderful?" Maria disappeared into the kitchen. Working things out. Isla was back with that pretentious real estate agent. I'd hated him on sight two years ago, and the thought of him touching her made me want to put my fist through a wall. I found Marco in the living room, beer in hand, laughing at something Brandon said. He waved me over. "Kai! Brandon was just telling me about this property in Tribeca."

The vault had one more secret. Zara returned to it alone. The industrial lighting buzzed overhead, flickering every few seconds like it couldn’t handle the voltage of what hid in the dark. The air was colder here, thicker, as if the sins inside had sucked the oxygen out. She flipped through the files again, slower this time. Her fingers trembled over the photos—black-and-white surveillance shots from a private island off the coast of Greece. Men in masks. Models in chains. The branding.

“That wasn’t a mistake.” “No,” Elias agreed. “That was a message.” They didn’t stop until the forest thinned and an old road appeared abandoned, cracked, barely visible beneath weeds. Elias led them to a hidden vehicle camouflaged beneath branches. He opened the trunk, revealing weapons, supplies… and files. Marko stiffened. Elias watched him closely. “Recognize those?” Marko didn’t answer. Maria picked one up. Photos spilled out faces, locations, dates. Her stomach dropped.

She was still quite far from the factory but the scientists went outside and greeted her passionately. “It doesn’t smell that good.” Malikul covered his nose after sniffing the musky smell of the burnt and destroyed trees as they headed to the factory. None of them commented anything including Shadow. He started again with Shadow once they got to Shadow’s personal room. “What are we doing here?” “I have something to see,” Shadow answered. “Mawla.” The black-haired man appeared with a white coat. “Yes, Your Holiness.” Shadow politely gestured at Malikul. “This is my future husband, Malikul. Malikul, this is Mawla, the head of scientists in this factory.” He introduced them.

It was nothing compared to this. “NO ONE GETS OFF THIS ISLAND ALIVE,” Mykenzie growls. “OF COURSE.” Mykayla screeches back. I stand there and watch as Mykayla floats about three feet off the ground, and I know she is tapping into her goddess and phoenix powers. As usual, her eyes are glowing their bright green, but her normal red starts to change to this blinding bright white, and I watch as a wall of water rises around the entire island and over it. It seals us in.