Marcella Cortez Novels & Stories

“I’m a journalist, and I’m damn good at it. If you don’t want a weird little story about you starting to make the rounds, you’d better keep that poisonous little mouth shut... or you’re going to learn what power really looks like.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Marcella’s livid face was pure poetry. I heard footsteps outside. Stephanie straightened up, much taller than both of us. “So think twice before you put on another show like this. Victoria Greco... is untouchable,” she said, flat and final, with a level of arrogance I’d never even dared to feel. Marcella’s red-rimmed eyes flicked to her in fear, then landed on me, full of rage. The kind of hate that never leaves.

Zachary is the most handsome bachelor back then, and now that he had took over their family business, he is like the royalty that every girl has been dreaming! Tall, sexy, and wealthy! Lucas looked at Amara who rushed to go to exit. No wonder she is head over heels to him! "Amara, wait!" but that simple calling her name has got her attention... and Zach. "Amara?" he asked is such a cold voice, making those people looked at where he is looking. Amara Cortez is the unica hija of Don Cortez. Her mother passed away when she was young, and her step mother is the one who is taking care of her. Their business fell down when her father, Don Cortez die in a heart attack.

The double doors of the manor swing open to reveal a small army of people in black uniforms marching in, carrying garment bags and rolling trunks that bear the logos of houses I’ve only ever seen in the pages of Vogue International. ​"What is this?" I whisper, leaning towards Thomas. ​"The gala is the evening where you shall make your first presence as the intended bride of the Shadow Alpha, Miss. Coralina. He doesn't want to leave any stone unturned to make you look your best." ​A woman with a sharp platinum bob and a measuring tape draped around her neck strides toward me. "Miss Coralina? I am Marcella. have two hours to find the perfect outfit for you. Shall we?"

He said that was the best home domain as it wouldn't give Santiago the idea of where she was, he wouldn't believe Ace would let her stay elsewhere asides his mansion, Ace said he was setting a trap for him because he had his men dispersed around there in adequate disguise. I had to focus on getting the perfect dress for my movie night with Tom, opening my closet the first dress that welcomed my sight was the black shiny gown I had gotten a month earlier from Zaras collection before I left Nigeria, it was one of the few stuff I was able to get when forcefully relocating.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

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.

Zara Dr. Meyers beams immediately she sees me and offers me a seat. “ Zara! I wasn’t expecting you today but it’s so good to see you” She looks at the Stony- gazed man beside me , “ you came with your husband too. This is great.” Marcello offers her a handshake in his usual professional manner and she accepts it . “ Marcello Andres” “ Sharon Meyers. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Andres.” “ Likewise”

I smiled. "Ciao signora, and thanks for honoring our invitation." The lady voiced out from her end of the line. "My day has taken a rather interesting turn," I said after dropping the call. "What do you mean, Tesoro?" Zia Benedetta asked. "I've just been invited for a fundraiser event," I replied, sipping from my water. "Do you remember Madame Marcella?" I asked Ursula. "Gorgeous woman. Bright coats and Chanel bags. How can I forget such a diva? She rocks designers!" Ursula chuckled.

She waved her hand in the air, as if what I’d said was nonsense. “That doesn’t count.” She approached us and extended her hand to my woman. “Marcela Sinclair, Noah’s cousin. And you must be Juliet Pierce.” Juliet took Marcela’s hand politely. “Pleasure to meet you, Marcela.” “The pleasure…” Marcela paused deliberately. “Is all mine.” Juliet released her hand. “I don’t remember mentioning my woman’s name,” I said, pulling Ju closer. I needed to control myself—the urge to put Marcela in her place was eating at me.