Marcella Cortez Novels & Stories

Please call me immediately. My stomach dropped. If Mr. Cortez had been gone a long time, why was the will coming up now? I slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake Roman and padded to the living room. I went to the window, watching how the city glittered through the windows and dialed the number. "Ms. Moore". The voice was crisp and professional. "Thank you for returning my call. I understand you're Mr. Roman Cortez's fiancée?". "Yes". The word felt heavy. "What's this about?".

I must be mad. I got up and started packing my things. It all fit into a small suitcase. Once I was done, I grabbed my thickest coat and headed outside just as Marcella was pulling up in a sleek black Maserati. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long in the snow. Marcella was the definition of goddess beauty. She was tall, had black hair and sharp golden eyes. Right now she’s dressed in a very expensive looking fur coat, her hair tumbling over her shoulders. She carries herself with a dangerous grace, magnetic and deadly all at once.

Marcella asked in a tone that sent chills down her spine, she could just scream for help but there's a chance that she would disturb Me Deloux, she licked her lips nervously. "It seems like many atrocities are being committed in your room" Kathleen managed to answer back amidst the thudding of her heart, she had a feeling that Marcella has more ace up her sleeves. Marcella narrowed her eyes on Kathleen, she was gradually becoming a pain in the ass, first, she ruined her plans by marrying into the family and now she just kept being nosy, she would have to do something about this bitch before she will end up ruining all her well-calculated plans, for a fleeting moment, she imagined putting a k

Marcella was the one who most desired to marry the heir of the Montecillo family. “By the way, have you heard someone booked the Hemisphere Restaurant again?” Marcella said. Hearing this, Corinne became excited and eager to know more. “The Hemisphere restaurant?” she confirmed. “Isn’t that the crystal restaurant in the UFO Building?” Corinne asked with raised eyebrows. “I don’t know which rich heir booked it. They didn’t say, but…” Marcella paused, glancing at Anna with a mocking look. “I remember, you got married on the 13th of March too, right?”

“But do you mind if we do that in my car? I’m kind of running late for a dinner date.” Cortez gave her a curt nod, following her to the car as she got inside. They both settled in the back and watched as the driver pulled out of the parking spot. Danika turned towards him, waiting patiently for him to begin. “What can you tell me about Cecelia McDowell?” Cortez asked as he got comfortable in his seat. “Not much,” she shrugged, crossing her legs and leaning forward slightly. “Like I said earlier, I don’t know her personally.”

He was recently married, his wife was a nice woman, whom I've only spoken to or seen a few times. "And this must be Elijah Camorra, Camila has told me quite a lot about you,Marcel Clair"Marcel says outstretching his hand. "Is that so?" Elijah asks looking down at me in amazement. "Lower your ego, just a tad bit"I offered, closing my index finger to my thumb. "It's an honor to meet you Sir, I've heard nothing but great things about you"Elijah says trying to get Marcel to let go of his hand.

Ethan’s voice was barely a whisper. “Marcella.” Silence. Dante scoffed. “That’s impossible. We killed her.” Ethan shook his head. “Then explain why she just sent us a message.” He clicked the file. A video loaded. The screen flickered, and then— Marcella appeared. Alive. Smirking. Her voice was smooth, taunting. “Miss me?” The Woman Who Wouldn’t Die The video continued playing. Marcella sat in an opulent office, her manicured nails tapping against a desk. Her hair was darker, her skin slightly paler, but it was her.

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.

I brought out my phone, clicking on a familiar chat room which belonged to Marceline. [Where's her next destination?] [Abandoned building, F-150 block B.] - She replied without a moment delay. I smiled briefly, finally getting the address before dashing out of the set room.

Couldn't disagree with that. "He was demoted eight times from Thalassa. I remember my Dad mentioning him many times, it was my favourite dinner time talk actually 'What has Nicolòs Jones done now?'. Your mother always stuck by him no matter what though. We knew her as Mara Megestanis, the sister of Milo Megestanis, Max's father." "Wait, wait, wait," I interrupted. "So surely that means I am related to Max," I then squinted my eyes in thought, "... He's my cousin!? How come you didn't think to tell me this?!"