Marcella Cortez Novels & Stories

“How long was Estevez there?” “Five months,” Marco said. “Then, terminated. But not by Cortez.” “Then by who?” “He died,” Marco said flatly. “Two weeks before the Paris summit. Car crash. No autopsy was made public. Cortez’s studio paid for everything. No family statement. No funeral records. Sealed report.” Ximena’s stomach turned. Not in fear—**in fury**. “Someone erased him,” she whispered. “Someone didn’t want him talking,” Marco corrected. “Someone who knew what he saw inside your vault.”

“I know you still care about her. Maybe it’s time you stop sulking and start protecting her. The words rang a slap in my ears. He wasn't wrong. I ground my teeth. "What can I do for you?" Marcel went into his bag, and brought out a piece of paper folded. “This is the name of a person related to the witch. A student. Quiet. Always in the shadows. She has a grudge, or at least that’s what my source says.” I unfolded the note. Selena Graves. The name didn’t ring any bells. But something about it gave me a chill I couldn’t shake. I looked up. “Why tell me this and not Azaria?”

Stepping out of the uber and waving goodbye to Gina, she began heading home, Marcella felt like she just had the best week of her life so far while a dark part of her told her that she had to be prepared for a very bad crash. Marcella arrived at the Founder's event, wearing one of the outfits they got. A white long floral gown that had an off shoulder and a high slit paired with a small purse hanging off her shoulder. The sun was shining bright and the air was filled with excitement as the festival was in full swing. Gina spotted her from afar and waved her over, her own short gown fluttering in the breeze. "Marcella, you look stunning!" she exclaimed as she hugged her friend. "I knew that d

“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.

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.

“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.”

Isabella and I parted to see Cortez standing with a female doctor. “We need to get Leonardo treated,” he said. The weary look in his eyes betrayed his frayed nerves beside his calm voice. The female doctor who was a 6'8 with blonde hair, finally stepped away from him and bowed her head towards us once. “Who's this?” I asked. Cortez introduced her. “Her name is Henrietta. She's...my friend and she can be trusted.” The slight hesitation in his voice did not go unnoticed but neither Isabella or I were in the mood to interrogate him about it. He seemed slightly disturbed by tonight's events so the last thing I wanted was to push him.

Steadily, the murmurs fade and when it completely hush, the defense attorney doesn’t waste time and assiduously adds, “Mackenzie Cortez was not a victim. She’s aware of what her mission really was. She proactively offered to be experimented on by The Manila Mafia in exchange for ten percent of the $10,000,000 Primo Javier received in his PayMe account. She went to The Manila Mafia’s whereabouts, so the gang’s Boss, known as Alessandro Ocampo, would pay Primo Javier. Once she got the confirmation from Primo Javier that the money was already transferred to his account, her next plan was to annihilate the entire Manila Mafia, but she didn’t do it. Why? Coz she fell in love with the mafia’s olde