Novel & Cerita Marco Bloodline

His response was to crush my fingers underfoot and hiss, "If you hadn't been so greedy for the inheritance, Ethan and the others wouldn't have gone out that night, and they wouldn't have died in that crash! "I've put up with you all this time just to see you pay for what you've done to Ethan and the rest!" In the end, Dad beat me to death. My body was contorted into a terracotta figure, eternally bowing down at the graves of my half-siblings. As I remembered the pain from my last moments in that previous life, I clenched my fists.

"The doctor said the baby is strong. It's a boy, Marco. A true heir. With Rossi and Gallo blood." "I just don't want anything to go wrong," Marco's voice was full of a tenderness he hadn't shown me in years. "After tomorrow, I'll give you and our son the best of everything."

Marcus said slowly, "that some of it aligns with genuine historical truth, and some of it has been shaped, carefully, to serve a considerably narrower purpose than simple historical education." Ashgrave's expression flickered—the first genuine sign of discomfort he'd displayed since our arrival. "Explain," Constance said, stepping forward. "They confirmed I carry Corvain bloodline," Marcus said. "Genuine, verified through the same ritual you apparently found evidence of at that abandoned settlement. They told me this bloodline represents something significant—shared ancestry across werewolf and vampire lines, predating our current division. That much, I believe, given how thoroughly it align

I asked, dread coiling tight in my chest. Marcus's expression, weathered and careful, finally cracked into something that looked almost like fear. "They need an anchor strong enough that no unified refusal could possibly break it," he said. "A bloodline powerful enough, and willing enough, to serve as the working's foundation instead of its target." "That's not possible," Rian said slowly. "No bloodline would volunteer for somethin g like that." "They're not looking for a volunteer," Marcus said quietly. "They're looking for someone they can force into the role. And I have very good reason to believe, given everything I've heard in the last week, that they've already settled on exactly whose

“What are you trying to do?” “It’s not a fucking scar. It is a birthmark,” Marco muttered. How the hell did he know? He gripped my chin roughly, tilting up my face and watched me with a baffled expression. “Can we get on with this now?” Dominic exasperated irritably. Marco let go of my face and shook his head. “We have been doing this all wrong. This fucker—” he pointed at Dante, “He played us. She’s Ralph’s blood.”

The ones he’s hijacked. The formula he’s pushing? Stolen from me, just that I can't prove it right now, but I will . Marco thinks this is his city. Thinks power transferred with his father’s funeral. But he’s wrong. He’s nothing like his father. That man was ruthless, strategic. Feared for a reason. But Marco? He’s just another rich boy playing gangster—chasing women, popping bottles, pretending he's already won. The Marano name used to mean something. A legacy of blood and dominance.

I sigh and take another drink before I talk again, “My abuelo's older brother was his Alpha. So technically, yeah, I could have Alpha blood, but I never got no blood tests to confirm it. I don’t need to. I’m the youngest of five brothers. There ain’t no situation where I would have to take a Beta’s place let alone an Alpha's. I’m too far down the chain. There ain’t no way any of that is part of my DNA. My oldest brother Luis, probably, but definitely not me.” “Marco, you’re joking, right? Look how big you are compared to your brothers. Shit, you're almost as tall as Bronx and practically as strong as him. There’s no way you don’t have Beta blood. I would put money on you having Alpha blood,”

"I'm so sorry dear, for the troubles. Marco attacked you guys." So there's a new Villian to the story huh? "Who's Marco?" "Marco runs a Mafia gang in Russia. We used to be partners until, he found out I had something he also wanted. He is too greedy, thats his only problem, and might also be his downfall. So I think coming after you guys was his own way of starting a fight" "By f-ff-fight you mean? I stammered already scared of what was going to come next.

I said flatly. “No,” Marco agreed. “But this does.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and turned the screen toward me. An old photograph. A woman standing beside a man whose face I can never forget. Alessia's parents. “Her parents weren’t just normal people,” Marco said softly. “They were investigating a lot of cases.” I stared at the image. “And Alessia?” Marco slid his phone away. “If her bloodline connects where I think it does… she's not safe anywhere.”

"What happened? Is Marco involved in a feud with his family?" "Actually, it's an old issue," Cathy said. "When Marco was still serving as a pilot, his father became seriously ill, and all his brothers fought over him, refusing to take care of him for various reasons. Marco's father had advanced lymphoma. The medical costs were expensive, and his brothers wouldn't pay for them." "Oh my God, how could they be so cruel?" Leora asked, shocked.