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That was enough noise to earn my other brothers' attention, as Marcel had walked in, groggy from drunkenness, and Renzo, who had been smoking a hell of a storm in the other room, walked in. "What the fuck is this about? Don't tell me you guys want to fight again," Marcel said, with very airy, dark eye bags under his eyes. This fucker has gone mad. Adrian told them, "He's telling me that he knows where Sadie is. He saw her…”

Sadie blinked and asked, "Marcel I know you from an exorcist family! This all should be because of you, everyone was haunted last night but not you and me!" Marcel finally nodded, "Mhm, don't worry, I won't let anyone harm you." To Sadie's ear, it sounded as if Marcel was confessing to her, feeling flustered she quickly turned her face away from Marcel. Peeking again, she looked at Marcel's features, he was attractive in complexion, in manners, and voice. Having a strong build under his clothes. His eyes, with stunning blue colour, were perhaps exceptionally cold, and he certainly could make his glance fall on one as dangerous as a wolf… Otherwise, there was only an indefinable, faint expres

“She was trying to run! I stopped her!” Through my half-closed eyes, I watched as Kevin pointed at me, his hand shaking. Marcel took a slow step forward, his expensive shoes crunching on the broken glass. He surveyed the room with cold, calculating eyes—taking in every detail, every sign of violence, every drop of blood. “Two hours,” Marcel repeated, his voice still eerily calm. “I gave you until eight o’clock. It’s now past ten.” “I know, I know, but I had to stop her from running! She tried to leave, to abandon the deal—”

I quickly got a hold of Marcel, who had been spending most of his time with Violet and Evelyn and had him call up Atticus for another video chat. If Dominic Harding truly was a successful nightclub owner, then there had to be photographic evidence of him somewhere. There was no way in hell this guy had flown under the radar for so long. What I needed was out there, buried under layers of secrets and lies. It was just a matter of finding it. I grunted in response and resumed looking through the warriors’ files. Marcel hadn’t yet grabbed the next one in the stack. “Where is Violet, anyway? Thought you weren’t going to let her out of your sight.”

Someone else is capturing the events that are taking place, particularly what is being shown on television. What came out was not the Torre Automobile as expected, but rather photographs of Marcel with his women and mistresses. Annalia turned her head to look at him, but all he was doing was staring at the television. His expression showed no sign of emotion, but Annalia was well aware that he was harboring inexplicable feelings elsewhere in his body. At any moment, Marcel may lose control and explode. Annalia turned her attention to the individuals on the other side. Everyone is unsettled by what they are currently witnessing in the same way. The members of Marcel's crew proceeded to talk t

“It’s not what I think?? You had a deal with mark that the video would never see the light of the day, if he sells his shares to you and help you retain your position as the C.E.O of Weston inc, isn’t that truth??” “Yes it is, but..” “But? Please shove your explanation down your throat. You let a man who just committed abortion on a pregnant woman in the worst way ever, roan around the country free.. he killed his own child and you had a deal with a bastard like him.” Marcel huffed, then starts laughing.. the whole thing felt funny to him, the fact that even as she was stand in-front oh him, he could still feel the amount of love he had for her. He was in-love with a vile woman, one incapabl

said Venya, turning round and heading for the glass cabinet. “What for, Venya?” “For research, I’m curious about what’s going on with your actual body!” Marcel was silent as Venya returned with a syringe in her hand. “We’ll never know what’s hidden behind the secrets of nature,” Venya said cheerfully as she took a sample of Marcel’s blood through the syringe. “Even the human body holds many secrets.” Marcel just nodded because this was not his field. Three days later, Venya delivered the shocking news to Marcel about the results of his blood test.

“ The one about your dick of a husband” Now, that’s strange. Valerie may think Marcello is insufferable but she never calls him names, unless she’s making a dirty joke. I reach for my tablet and go straight to social media. If there’s any news about Marcello, then it’ll be the first thing I see. True to my thoughts, it is the first thing I see.

“Really? Because you looked like a couple of filthy adulterers to me. You even used your tongue in that video! But you still insist you’re innocent? “If you’re being stalked, call the damn police! You had ‘no choice’ but to make out with a married man? Please, this isn’t an idol drama.” James looked livid. One of his friends hurriedly tried to talk me down. “Come on. Wendy, you and James have been married for ages! Don’t you know what he’s like? He would never mess around under our noses.” I shot back, “Right, because he’s messing around in front of your noses. Are you gonna cover your friend when he cheats and raise his bastard kids?”

He shoved at me, trying to break free, but he was weak, I'd never seen Marcel like this before struggling and failing to overpower me that It scared the hell out of me. "Stop," I said, pinning his shoulders. "Marcel, stop. You're going to kill yourself." "Let me go!" We wrestled for a few more seconds before footsteps came running up behind us. Sandra dropped to her knees beside Marcel, already pulling something from her bag, a vial of dark liquid that looked more like oil than medicine. "Drink this," she said, uncorking it and pushing it toward his mouth. Marcel tried to pull away but I held him still while Sandra poured it down his throat.