Marcella Cortez Novels & Stories

“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.

I smile and wink back. Davon points to the man beside Gabriel. “This is Jose Reed. And finally, Marcella Hadley.” Jose shakes my hand stiffly and Marcella, a beautiful woman my age, stands up to give me a quick hug. “It’s nice to meet you all.” I say and take a seat next to Marcella. “You are so pretty!” Marcella says with a smile that lights up her face. I can’t help but feel a little uncomfortable, especially hearing a compliment like that from someone ten times more beautiful than myself. Her sandy blonde hair shimmered and her eyes were bluer than the ocean.

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Without wasting time, she walked out of the department and headed for Valeria's office. "Please take a seat," Maria said with a forced smile on her face. "And what do I call you Ma'am?" She asked. "Dana," Dana replied, "Dana Hamilton and I heard that you are Maria Cruz, the wife of late Manuel Cruz." "Yes I am, it's nice to meet you." It was clear that Dana didn't recognize her and for some reason, it annoyed Maria. "So what do I owe this visit?" Maria asked. "I just came from Italy and after hearing the devastating news about your company, I decided it was best to see for myself and decide whether I could be of help." Dana said with all seriousness, it was almost as if she was pleading.

Both were blonde, and had striking silver eyes. "What do you want for breakfast, Donna?" Zita asked me. I shrugged. "Um, my name is Isabelle. What's Mariano having?" "Cornetto, coffee, and fruits." (Cornetto - The Italian take on the French croissant, usually smaller, lighter, less buttery and slightly sweet, with an orange-rind glaze brushed on top.) "Yes, I'll have that too, please," I said. "Coming right up." Aria winked at me.

And if Lorraine Vergara is still alive and she was the one who did it, Marcel won't let it slip and he'll square off against her. When he was just about to get up and take care of some essential affairs in his company, he felt an unexpected vibration coming from his cell phone. Marcel took it and looked at the caller ID on his phone. It was a shareholder in DLT hailing from the country of Spain. Before answering the phone, Marcel inhaled deeply and paused for a moment. The tone of his greeting to Mr. Zacarias was one of genuine enthusiasm. "Mr. Zacarias! Good evening! Oh, I almost forgot; in Spain, it is not yet evening. Sorry about that. I'm-"

But sad to say, I’m ahead of their plan and I have my own plans too of leading them the wrong way. Good thing if you could still catched them but I’m so sure and rest assured that Dave Alcantara is real quick. They have already traced the exact location and planned the rescue operation to be headed by Marco Gonzalo. Ysabelle Fernandez, is an important guest and one of the official models of F & V Modeling Agency as well as the brand Ambassadress of Elite Organic Shampoo and Conditioner. While Marish Rafique is the lovely wife of Emmerson Rafique, one of the official Elite members.

Katie nodded, trying to find some comfort in her friend’s words, but the pain was still fresh and raw. Meanwhile, back at the Rojas mansion, Marcella was settling into her new role as the head of the family business. She had taken charge from her father, determined to mend the broken pieces of their family. She spent the morning going over reports and meeting with key staff members, setting the tone for a new era. In the afternoon, Marcella decided to visit her mother’s grave. She picked a bouquet of fresh flowers and made her way to the cemetery, her heart heavy with a mix of sorrow and resolve. She knelt by the grave, placing the flowers gently on the headstone.

" Well since you're finally here you should do the right thing for once and get them inside, our guests have been waiting, and that's not nice." Marcellina reprimanded him before heading back inside and the four people followed her in with Penelope hanging on Marshall's arms and Phineas Who had his little hands wrapped around both his father's and his uncle's own. As usual, he preferred not to be carried especially not by his dad. When they got into the room where the so-called visitors were waiting, it was packed with four people, two who were trying to setup up an elevated platform and the other two were discussing while pointing at a tablet and that's when Marcelo noticed her. she was dre

Just cotton dresses and a single photograph of Mama. Marcella said to herself "I’m so glad she’s finally gone. She made the villa feel... dusty." Marcella’s love wasn’t measured in hugs or bedtime stories. It lived in what she gave: To Selene: Silk dresses that whispered "you are precious." To Amara: Cotton rags that screamed "you are nothing."