Novel & Cerita Marcille X Izutsumi

Giovanni asked through the phone when Fia walked out of the washroom wearing a bathrobe as she dried her hair. She was listening attentively when he spoke, "Don't leave until they take off. Stay there and stay in touch with your men." After the talking on phone for about five minutes he finally hung up the phone when Fia asked, "Is Ross Island Guiseppe's private island?" Giovanni raised his brow and asked, "Who said?" "I was just wondering... his full name is Ross... and the island is... no shit but he's dead rich." "How many days you've been working for him?" he asked and she replied, "A month..."

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

she paused, a malicious smile painting her lips the moment she remembered something. “Did you hear that her husband, Andre, woke up from a coma? Isla laughed, “Wouldn't you care to hold a conversation with him and explain how you filled his space and watered his wife while he was gone?” she continued to ramble on, as her voice grew with mockery at each sentence, driving Marcel almost mad instantly

Marissa nervously walked up to Efrain's apartment, her heart racing with anticipation. Seeing his car parked outside assured her he was home. Mustering her courage, she took a deep breath, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, then knocked on the door and rang the doorbell at the same time. The door swung open, Marcus appeared, dressed in a fresh outfit - an ash-colored shirt paired with a sleek leather jacket. His presence caught Marissa off guard, but she managed a smile as he welcomed her inside.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.

Why does it appear that the two are inseparable at all times? Anna considered reading the last email sent by Zero. And here is the word from Zero himself. 'Mrs. Davis. These images and evidence demonstrate that Felix and Marcel were acquainted prior to the founding of AMA Entertainment. And for the final image, I discovered that Felix is Marcel's assistant, although no one is aware of this yet.'

Tore it open with shaking fingers. Single photo: grainy security still from the equipment room corridor — two figures close, one in navy kit, one in white tracksuit. Faces obscured by angle and shadow. But the posture — Damien’s broad shoulders, Marc’s lean frame pressed against him, hand fisted in jersey — unmistakable to anyone who knew them. Note attached — typed, no signature: I see you. —Anonymous Marc’s stomach dropped — cold, sudden. Fingers trembled. He stared at the image until it blurred — until the red emergency light in the photo seemed to pulse in time with his heartbeat.

I said, inching closer to the spot close to him, at the same time, trying my best to avoid Shawn's eyes. “Marcus.” He offered his hand casually. “One of the pack’s betas.” I shook it, surprised by the warmth of his grip. He smiled again, wider this time, one of his cheeks dented with a dimple. His eyes flicked briefly between Shawn and I, like someone who just noticed something. Whatever he noticed, made his grin falter just slightly. Not disappearing, just… adjusting. That's when I look at Shawn, his face masked in a scowl. He didn't say anything or do anything, but the air became a bit stuffy, even though we stood in the well ventilated hallway with tall, open windows.

No identification, no location marker, no secondary encoding. The cellar is open.