Marco Phoenix Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Sir, urgent report. It came from our internal security line.” I gestured for him to enter. He placed a sleek black folder on my desk. “It’s about Project PhoenixSec,” he said, his tone uneasy. “And… Marcus Hale.” I froze. “Marcus Hale is dead.” Marco’s throat moved as he swallowed. “Apparently not.” I flipped the file open. There it was. A grainy satellite image—Hale stepping out of a van near Cebu, flanked by two of my former cyber ops men. Below it, another photo: my company logo, spray-painted on a wall and crossed out in red.

Vice President Mary Grace, one of Virtue Financial connection in Philipinas government, she was the one that comes to Virtue Financial Manila branch inviting my company to come and invest, as she offered a lot of benefits, T.A.S on my behalf okayed the investment and since then Virtue Financial now owned 30% of Philipinas small and medium company all over the nation. By my Choosing Manila and Puerto Princessa has become the province where we heavy invested, turning them into a city that owned by Virtue Financial, all of our factories and buildings were in these 2 cities, in short span of just 6 months, the 2 cities have turned into advance metropolis akin to the western city,

Eion rolled his eyes at his friend. The goofy man faced me, “I am Phoenix, by the way. The only full Filipino here. Loud and proud.” He smiled, his teeth glistening against the sun. “Yeah, it's very obvious since you are so noisy. And the height said another handsome man butted in. I almost laughed, because she’s true. It seems that Phoenix is the shortest one here…well, almost at the same height as Theon but he Phoenix rolled his eyes, “Shut up, man. And me and my wife here Sereia owns some land properties and a farm at Gensan. I also am a great photographer.”

Ed shook his head. "I will make sure! As long as I’m alive, I will ensure it! After that, the Eastern Seaboard market will be yours! All the big cities. You can choose from Texas, Florida, New York, Orlando, or any other city of your choice." Marco moved closer, knowing his death was delayed. “How long will you take to ensure it?” Ed asked. If it took too long, it would be annoying. “Two yea… one year!” Marco quickly corrected his answer when he heard Ed’s disapproval.

Marcus looked between them, his eyes betraying the gravity of what he had just discovered. “You should both sit down,” Marcus suggested, though his own voice wavered slightly. Lucien did not. “Explain.” Marcus turned the screen toward them, the encrypted message illuminating their faces in the dimly lit room. Aria leaned in, reading slowly, each word sinking in with growing concern. “Phoenix Protocol,” she whispered, voice tight. Lucien’s frown deepened. “What is that?” Marcus hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “A contingency system.”

Cosimo muttered. Romero nodded. “Phoenix wants you to leave New York now. We will contact you in a few days if everything goes as planned.” “Everything will go as planned,” Cosimo said, grinning widely. “Phoenix better start looking for a wife for my brother. We’re looking forward to meeting her.”

CHAPTER 50.2 EVELYN'S P.O.V Meanwhile, I glance at the door where that doctor left with a flat expression. Then I raised my head to look up at Phoenix who was grinning ear to ear as he gently caressed my hair. “Did you hear their words? They called you Mrs. Valcarcel. Besides, isn't Marvick a bit too common? You should change it to Valcarcel.” Phoenix shamelessly said while clicking his tongue as if he expressed his dissatisfaction.

The Phoenix Pact had crossed oceans, but fire does not burn the same way everywhere. What had begun as a movement rooted in the soil of the Philippines now flickered in languages Maria could not speak, in traditions Celeste could not fully understand, in contexts Leah had never imagined. The flame was alive, but the winds were shifting. And with new winds came crosscurrents—clashes, misunderstandings, complications.