Novel & Cerita Marceline And Marshall Lee

Richard replied. Kids? My brows furrowed. So Marceline came with her son. "I’ll go meet them," Marceline said with a polite smile before leaving the room. My eyes followed her until she was gone. "Hey," Richard called my attention. "You both seem to know each other." His eyes squinted with suspicion. I knew this question was coming. The way I had smiled at her earlier and rushed to sit by her side would never escape Richard’s notice. "Yes, she’s the representative of Stanmore Global," I replied, leaning back casually on the couch.

Lia: Marcel didn’t come back. And I was no fool, he wasn’t going to be coming back anytime soon. Hence why I didn’t bother staying in his room and chose to go to mine. I told myself he was busy. I told myself there were investigations, patrols, consequences. But the longer the night stretched, the heavier my chest felt. Kylie noticed first. She always did. “My lady,” she said softly from across the room. “Do you need anything? You’ve been quiet since you walked into the room.”

Marcia took the chance and ran down to the basement while Marshall’s body shook and his hands that were up in the air coiled onto tight fists before he lowered them. He slowly turned around, and our gazes met. My tears fell while his eyes began to water. “I want to fuck her.” He said in a hoarse voice, and I could hear the pain in it. ‘Gamma Austin, Lexi! Help!’ I connected with the Gamma couple as I kept staring at Marshall. ‘Marcia went to the security building…And her heat came early. I’m sorry.’ I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation in my head because Marshall’s words shattered me again. ‘Help me…’

THIRD PERSON POV (Shortly before the Rogues attacked) Marceline's Chambers. Marceline sat on her bed, fingers trailing circles on her sheets, she had been waiting for Silas. He'd gone to deliver a crucial message to Darius's men, a message that held the key to her desires- Elara's downfall. But her carefully constructed patience was fraying. Her jealousy, a bitter poison gnawed at her.

"I'm fine... because we're together. As long as we're together... no one can separate us. Not even Marcel." Outside the building, the rain continued to fall, the shadow of night enveloping the city. Marcel, though defeated this time, planned a darker, more personal, and more devastating retaliation. He vanished into the darkness with one goal: to make Morgan and Alice feel the true shadow of his malice.

I get up now, straighten my gown and grab my purse. "The minute I stepped in here, I could tell I was just prey to your lifestyle. And I'm just realizing that the more I try to convince you I'm just as human as you, the more you step on me. Well, let me just let you insult everything instead. My name is Marcella Jensen and yes, I am a dropout. No, I don't work as Kyle's manager for any of his businesses." I turn to stare pointedly at Kyle now, anger dripping out of every word.

Even now, even when he wasn’t there, he was still arranging her movements, deciding how far she could go, how long she could be gone. He was making sure she never strayed too far from him. Marceline went back upstairs in silence. The house felt larger than usual, every step echoing too loudly. She bathed carefully, avoiding her reflection for as long as she could, washing away the lingering scent of him, the touch she could still feel on her skin. She dressed slowly, choosing clothes that wouldn’t draw attention, that wouldn’t provoke questions, that wouldn’t invite suspicion...habits she hadn’t realized she’d already learned.

Marcel was a bone stuck in my throat that no matter how much I tried to get rid of him, I just couldn't. He not only claimed my ex-wife and children, he took everything I owned, everything that was dear to my heart, and… I was pathetic. Pathetic! I spat out blood. “Kill me already. It is evident that Layzal takes orders from you and you have been stalling time in killing me!” A small smile played on Marcel’s lips as he crossed his hands over his chest. “That is because I want to get rid of you myself. You will be transferred to the dungeon in the Moonstone pack house where you will be executed alongside your wife, Susan!”