Novel & Cerita Marcello Brothers

coming in Marcelo's words. "Well, but that led my mother to take drastic actions," Marcelo informed, putting his glasses back on. "We're leaving Parati earlier. So, I believe your romance is over. See you someday, future brother-in-law." Marcelo turns toward the store's door without waiting for any response from Bruno, who is surprised by the young man's words. He didn't know why he felt his chest tightening more and more as he wished he could ask Helena not to leave, but his legs wouldn't obey his heart's command. Bruno's friends arrive at the store and greet him, but he hasn't paid attention. His mind is far away, reliving the few memories he has with Helena, but that marked him so much.

Lol. As for Cole Hollander, I feel like I owe him an apology for turning him into the villain. He was meant to be sweet, caring, and loving...the kind of person who would make it hard for Jayce to walk away from, for Renato. He was never supposed to be the “bad guy.” He was just hopelessly in love with his best friend. But well… every story needs a villain, right? Lol. And then there are the Marino brothers. God, I love them so much. I truly hope they get to find Marcelo soon...because between us, he’s my favorite of the three.

I rubbed my sore backside and muttered, a little guilty, “I didn’t want it. You can’t hit me again…” It’s been three years since I went from a coffee-fetching intern to Vice President Maxwell. Now, all those waiting to laugh at me had to shut their mouths. Tonight, the company was hosting a business banquet. As the president, Leon was naturally the one everyone wanted to toast. I stood at his side, watching him down glass after glass with a cold expression. “Mr. Maxwell, this one’s for you!” A business partner raised his glass. Leon lifted his hand, but I quickly stepped forward, intercepting the drink with a polite smile. “Mr. Kirk, my brother’s stomach isn’t great. I’ll drink this one for

“We’ll need to support each other and make sure no one takes advantage of us.” Nicky tugged on his sleeve again, but I didn’t catch his question. I was too busy trying to process what all of this meant. We were rich. That much was clear. But it didn’t feel like the windfall Mother made it out to be. It felt like a gilded cage I hadn’t realized I’d walked into. And then there were the brothers. The Alcatraz brothers weren’t dangerous in the obvious sense. They weren’t the type to start bar fights or flash weapons too easily, though I believed they carried fire arms. No, they were dangerous in ways that were much harder to see until it was too late.

little Marcel said from the heart. Other sweet memories followed after that as both Marcel and his little brother grew. Marcel was 6 and his brother 2 when the darkness came that took away his happiness for good. Monsterlike figures in the night with teeth long like daggers and claws sharper than blades suddenly appeared and they ripped everyone apart. Marcel who was holding on tight to his little brother saw how everyone he knew got killed in front of his eyes. “Run! Marcel run! Take.your brother far away from here!!!" That was the last thing his father said before he was torn apart and the same thing happened to his mother.

I chuckled dryly. “Don’t mention it. I’d empty my bullets in his skull if I was given an opportunity, forgive me but it’s true. Your brother is a despicable boy, a carbon copy of your father, no doubt why he calls twice a day to ensure his son’s safe and healthy life.” Marcello said bitterly. “Where is Vincent?” I asked him and realized that I addressed Vincent by his name in front of his subordinates. “I mean the capo.” I quickly corrected my mistake.

" They were dating Leon and stalking me. "How ridiculous! You're conceited! "Ha, are you kidding? We're the Fischer brothers, Leon may be in a wheelchair and yet you're standing there falling all over him, and yet...you like me too. "Wrong, I know I love Leon, and I don't want you anywhere near me. "But you don't know how to do that, it could be the curse of seduction, we were the most coveted heirs, and yet because there aren't as many relatives it makes the partners even luckier, to have the chance to inherit everything.

Just then, Dad and Mom came over, making me give up on my futile attempt. "So, Marcel didn’t come again?" Dad asked quietly, his eyes on Mom before he looked at us. I frowned slightly, looking up at Alejandro with concern. Marcel was Alejandro’s other brother, however, due to a complicated past his son, Leo, who was now seventeen, had begun to hate the rest of the family, especially his cousin Rayhan… "No. I don’t think we’ll be seeing him on any future occasion." Alejandro said coldly, and although his face was emotionless, this was something that caused him enough worry and concern.

It had the desired effect because they were attentive and impatient. "Marcelo confessed to helping Tomas get rid of Gibson," I said, and Bruce nodded with approval with a big 'Yes'. My brothers looked as if they had debated and maybe even bet on the matter, and Bruce had won the bet. It was childish, but it was cute to see them like this. They all looked rich and handsome, something I had always wanted for my family. Luca was a blessing to me. I wondered about Declan in those moments, but I let it go. "That isn't the main issue," I said, and they stopped talking.

Marcel says laughing. "Brother try and relax, you don't need to be so uptight especially with us"Marcel says as he taps prince Aldrich on his shoulder in an understanding manner. Marcellus is the son of one of the most wealthiest and influential person in Nevera, his father holds the position as the king's right hand man and advisor. His father is a friend of my father and "High Lord Duncan" is a very hard man. So of any one can understand the burden that comes with being the son of someone that influential and powerful then that someone is Marcel...