Novel & Cerita Marcella Brand

NELINA "Hello there, beautiful besty." Marica welcomed me with warm hugs and kisses. It's Monday, and back to work again. Loads of work, to be precise. "Good morning, besty," I greeted as I gave her hugs and kisses back. I handed her a paper bag of chips, Royce's newly launched products. "What's this?" Marie asked, opening the bag and holding one of the sweet potato chips and hurriedly checking the chips' label. "Nice, organic?"

I power on the device, clicking on the call button and dialing the only number I know. She picks up after two rings. "Bella?" "I lost my phone." "Where the hell are you?" she snaps. "I've been waiting for you at the hospital." "Hospital?" She's silent for a while. "You don't know?" she asks slowly, cautiously. My heart drops and suddenly I'm so cold that my hands are shaking. Something terrible must have happened. "Mark was poisoned. He's in the hospital as we speak. His mother is here too and she has asked me to call you like fifteen times now. The doctor says it's not looking good," she explains.

Alfred in stunned silence. Marcella stormed out of the building, her heels clicking angrily against the pavement as she made her way to her car. She was fuming, her thoughts a whirlwind of betrayal and frustration. Once inside the car, she slammed the door shut and let out a groan of exasperation. She couldn’t believe her own father had sided with Mr. Alfred, undermining her attempts to hold the Alfreds accountable. As she bit her lower lip and reached for the ignition, she noticed Sebastian approaching her car. He knocked on the window before opening the door and sliding into the passenger seat. Marcella shot him a glare but said nothing as he settled in.

“Hey, Michelle, you’re back!” I smiled. “Thanks. I’m not so thrilled to be back, but it is nice to see you again.” He made a face. “Yeah, things here are still the same, if not worse,” he pointed to the washing machine. “Exhibit A... Marcella is indeed making me wash her panties.” I shook my head. Marcella was a Zeta who had an obsession with Gabriel. She made him do ridiculous things, like cleaning her car without his shirt on, just so she could sit back and watch him. It was something Gabriel had to deal with often.

Mary replied innocently and went out when Marcella simply nodded. Marcella brought out her phone immediately Mary was out of sight, "I have a job for you, and this time I want no mistake" she said to the person on the other end, "let's meet for your job description" she hung up the phone and laughed excitedly, luck was surely on her side and she won't let the opportunity slip through her fingers. * *

“But it just doesn’t make sense. Why will Finn’s mom make you adopt her son?” I shrugged. I didn’t know why Marcella was doing all of these too, but what I knew was that she had a reason. Maisie reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. “Look at what I found.” She turned the screen toward me. The moment my eyes landed on it, the amusement drained from my face. My breath caught as I read the headline displayed boldly across the screen. Marcella D’Angelo. President of one of the largest corporations in existence. Net worth in the billions.

"A prestigious international brand, making things difficult for a customer? Is that amusing?" "Mom, what am I going to do? I couldn't wear Alana Designs' products anymore in the future..." "It's just a brand, Mom will buy you more limited editions in the future..." Marlene comforted, "Stop crying, silly child, is a brand really worth crying over like this?" "Mom, you didn't understand..." Alana Designs was an internationally renowned brand, loved by many celebrities, socialites, and heiresses, due to its unique and innovative products.

Before answering her, Marcel clears his throat and casts a cold glance in Antonio's direction. "Well, in addition to my DLT. Inc. firm, I run some other companies, including this restaurant and a company that provides tools and other equipment for vehicles." Marcel gave a cogent response. He is a really skilled liar, indeed. "Seriously? Why haven't I heard of any of these being developed in the Philippines? You should know that some people might be intrigued. Marcel Delatorre, the owner of yet another prosperous business," Annalia made a comment that had an underlying meaning. Marcel tightened his jaws to retain his composure and control of the situation. And Anna knows she hit the nerve.

Chapter 77 - Like not wanting to have sex? Marcela was sitting comfortably on her hospital bed. She was bored as the news channel played in the background. She flipped onto the next page.. she was amazed as she browsed through the Met Gala images. She had always wanted to be a fashion icon and maybe get an invite. Marcela thought Jared Leto looked great in gucci so did Harry Styles. She was a big fan of the brand, her husband had constantly surprised her with many gifts labeled gucci throughout the years. They were not as rich as Garreth or the Levetté's but they lived a very comfortable luxurious life. Billy Porter has been a stunner. Marcela pursed her lips thinking about the next purchase

"Marcella Garcia." Shit.