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Maria

Maria

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at
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MARK

MARK

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“Well, darling, let me tell you that, with this name? you´ll never reach the shelves, much less you´ll reach the pockets of the youth or playboys of the country.” “Just because of the name? How do you know about that?” You could see from afar, that he was already preparing for the fight. “You forget that we work in the marketing area, our job is to study the current market, its products and create not only a name for the competition, but a brand.” “Trust me.” Elizabeth leaned toward him “If I´m urged and in need to buy my own condoms, and I see on the shelf the I love you besides another one with a woman in lingerie, be sure I'll go for the woman's.”
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The Billionaire Heiress Baby

The Billionaire Heiress Baby

Marcella's is some cheap face shot from Wal-Mart. Shit, I wish I could get somebody from Hollywood to fly into Vegas and make that right. Her fuckwad brother probably stole the money that was earmarked for photos. I bet she never even had a party when, with her accolades, she should have been gifted the gala of the decade.
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Unspoken Truths - Book 2

Unspoken Truths - Book 2

She’s uncertain about the world around her, like she’s waiting for it to bite. Marcella had been steel from the start; raised to understand the shadows that lived behind power. She didn’t flinch from them, instead she welcomed them. Promised to the future Capo, she wore that like a crown, not a collar. She was all fire; never fear. That woman stared down death and dared it to blink first.
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Divorcing the Blind Alpha

Divorcing the Blind Alpha

“Would you like to try it on, my Lady?” “She cannot afford the tax on the box, let alone the stone,” a shrill voice cuts through the shop. I do not turn around immediately. I close my eyes for one brief second, inhaling the scent of cheap rosewater and unearned arrogance. Marcella. She struts down the marble steps, three low-ranking pack girls trailing behind her like matching luggage. Her chin is held high, her lips painted a bloody, aggressive red. “Salesgirl,” Marcella snaps, waving a manicured hand. “Take that piece away from them. If their cheap stink gets on the silver, the magic will fade.”
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Alpha Marcel

Alpha Marcel

“I brought this for you, Lady Lia. For your nausea” Marcel’s attention shifted immediately to me. “Are you okay?” “It’s nothing,” I said lightly. “Just a little off.” His brow furrowed. “Did something happen?” “No.” Kylie moved toward the door again, but Marcel stopped her. “Call for the healer.” He said, making my eyes widen in surprise. “Let her come here to check…” “That’s not necessary,” I said quickly, placing a hand on his arm. “I just need rest. It was a long day, and I just grew a little tired, I believe.”
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THE PROXY BRIDE: His bride. Her Secret.

THE PROXY BRIDE: His bride. Her Secret.

Just cotton dresses and a single photograph of Mama. Marcella said to herself "I’m so glad she’s finally gone. She made the villa feel... dusty." Marcella’s love wasn’t measured in hugs or bedtime stories. It lived in what she gave: To Selene: Silk dresses that whispered "you are precious." To Amara: Cotton rags that screamed "you are nothing."
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THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.

THE LAST STRAW OF LOVE.

No empire was untouchable. She turned to the man across from her—Nikolai Voss, a German billionaire with a reputation as ruthless as her own. “She’s holding steady,” Nikolai mused, watching her reaction carefully. “You expected her to crumble?” Marcella smiled. “No. But I expected her to hesitate.” Nikolai leaned back in his chair. “She didn’t.” Marcella took a slow sip of Bordeaux. “She will.” He raised a brow. “And what makes you so sure?”
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THE MAFIAS BETRAYED BRIDE:  A Game of Revenge

THE MAFIAS BETRAYED BRIDE: A Game of Revenge

I rubbed my palms together and took a sip of the cup of coffee before me. Marcella walked in gracefully, her long legs trapped in a pair of tight jeans, her breast hidden in a too large T shirt, her hair looked messy as it fell slightly on her face and her steps uncalculated. She looked like she had just being dragged out of bed to this place, yet she was beautiful. Her hips swayed from side to side as she approached a man seated at a table on the other side of the room- Razak Salem.
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Triplet Heirs; The Romano daughters

Triplet Heirs; The Romano daughters

Because standing there, under those warm golden lights, with her hair falling freely over her shoulders and that dress hugging her body like it was made for her…Is Marcella. Not similar. Not close. Not reminiscent. The same….exactly the same.
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Marcello from 'The Mobster' has this magnetic complexity that sets him apart from typical crime drama figures. Unlike, say, Tony Soprano, who wears his brutality like a badge, Marcello simmers with quiet menace—his violence feels calculated, almost artistic. He’s not just a thug; he’s a philosopher with a gun. The way he quotes Dante while breaking kneecaps? Chilling.

Then there’s his vulnerability. Remember that scene where he cries listening to opera? Most mobsters are painted as emotionally stunted, but Marcello’s layers make him feel tragically human. He’s closer to Michael Corleone’s existential dread than to Scarface’s cartoonish rage. What really gets me is how his arc mirrors classic tragic heroes—his downfall isn’t just external, it’s the guilt eating him alive.

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