Marcella Cortez Novels & Stories

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

I get up now, straighten my gown and grab my purse. "The minute I stepped in here, I could tell I was just prey to your lifestyle. And I'm just realizing that the more I try to convince you I'm just as human as you, the more you step on me. Well, let me just let you insult everything instead. My name is Marcella Jensen and yes, I am a dropout. No, I don't work as Kyle's manager for any of his businesses." I turn to stare pointedly at Kyle now, anger dripping out of every word.

Gods, I just don’t know what to do! But as of the moment, what I needed to focus on was how to survive the charity event without tossing myself into the limelight with my stunning but showy dress. As I said, Aunt Marcella hasn’t said anything to me, but now that I think about it, she had been acting weird since we rode to the charity ball—like matchmaking-mode weird. And I immediately understood why the moment she introduced me to Mr. Enrique Rafael DaisVita, the son of the owner of the DaisVita Corporation, a major benefactor of the charity, American Cancer Society.

And suddenly every trace of tiredness in me vanished. Because the name beneath the photograph read: Carissa De Ville. The article continued below. Speculation surrounding a future engagement between Mario Incorporated CEO Marcello Hayes and socialite Carissa De Ville has continued to grow following their joint appearance at Saturday’s charity gala… I stopped reading, My heart had started beating faster. Slowly, I looked back at the photograph. At Marcello and then at the woman standing beside him. Carissa De Ville. The same surname. The same name that had followed me through bathroom conversations and executive meetings.

I was in a clinic now, and Marcel's men, who had come to take me to his residence, weren't ready to give me breathing space. The bulky one amidst the men bowed before nodding to the others as they left the room where I was supposed to get the laser tattoo removal. “Good morning, Ms. Cortez. I saw you booked an appointment with us; i can assure you it would go smoothly.” A middle-aged woman walked up to me, smiling warmly.

I attended all my lectures before making my way to the cafeteria to have some much-needed coffee that needed to get into my system after a hectic day. I bought a coffee and as I was about to make my way towards an empty table I saw Maverick coming towards me. I knew I couldn't talk to him any longer and I turned around ready to rush out of the cafeteria when instead I bumped into a guy spilling all my coffee on his white shirt and branded white shoes. "What the fuck?" Way to go, Arabella.

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.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

So cool! As I pick up, he speaks, not waiting to hear my hello. "It's Raj. You are required on the tenth floor in the CEO's cabin right now." And he keeps his side of the phone without hearing me say bye. What a weirdo! I reach the tenth floor in no time. I see to my right there is a small glass cabin where a muscular, well-built guy is biting his lips seductively while he types on his phone quickly. Wait.. Is he sexting in office?

In the process, I was going to fuck her out of my system and forget she ever existed. I took out my phone from my pocket and dialed a number. I hated the man I was about to call but I needed a favor which was rare for me. “Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “