Marco Polo Siblings Novels & Stories

MARCO said with a blank face, playing with the small pocket knife, he usually carries with him. Marco knows many things these guys don't. His Boss Luca Vitiello is searching for the sister of his best friend Gio DeLuca. The girl who is sitting on the chair, tied and helpless is the bastard daughter of Frank Costello. He has another daughter Amber. Amber is two years older than Emma and is very beautiful. She is tall, lean, and is called the most beautiful girl in the family. Marco looked away from the ugly girl he kidnapped with disinterest. He knows Gio and even saw his mother. Both of them are fair and can be considered good-looking. But this girl is ugly and can also be called a freak.

He opened the door and walked away furious. Marco turned to Matteo who stood In front of him. “So what is it Zio?” Matteo hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "It's about your father, Antonio. There's something you should know." Marco's interest was piqued. "What about my father?" Matteo took a deep breath. "Your father had a secret marriage, Marco. In Romania. With a woman named Elena." Marco's eyes widened in surprise. "What are you talking about?"

Cris retorted, her heart heavy with grief and confusion. For a moment, Marco hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. But then he steeled himself and spoke up. "You're right. She is Mask Princess." Cris' eyes widened in shock and disbelief. "How did it happen?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your real sibling died a long time ago," Marco said, his voice heavy with regret. "Died? Lili?" Cris asked, feeling her heart breaking with each passing moment. "Yes, she died as an infant. She didn't survive the fire. But there was one baby who survived that fire, and that baby is Lili now. Your sibling now," Marco explained, his voice trembling with emotion.

"You're down." He looked at her. She looked at him. "My dear brother," she said, standing and putting her hand on his arm pleading with her eyes that he play along. Xavier looked at her, then at her hand on his arm. He looked at Marco, who had stood with the reflexive courtesy of someone for whom standing when introduced was simply what you did. "Xavier," Marco said, extending his hand with a warmth that was genuine rather than performed. "Oh my — I—" he looked between them with the expression of a man doing rapid recalibration. "You two — he's your brother? You're siblings?"

And heal her before this world chewed her up. Marco had been around more since he came back from Ricardo's chaos. Basque was his second skin, always watching the place, handling the business I left him. Marco wasn’t just an ally; he was blood in a way no family had ever been. Years ago, he was just another kid in the streets until I pulled him out of a fight that would’ve gotten him killed. Since then, he’s stayed by my side. Loyal. Solid. The kind of brother you pick for yourself.

~MARIO~ When I got home, my phone rang. It was Marco. "Yes?" I hoped that he called to tell me that he found the heir to Aldo's properties. The guy had no children, according to our knowledge. But he had to have someone that he entrusted all his wealth to. He had nephews and nieces from his brothers and sisters, even though he barely had time to spend with them because of safety reasons. He did not want to let them into his world as a way to protect them. But he was a helping hand to them from afar.

Two years later, I would go on to murder my father and his concubine in their sleep, run away from home, and establish my own group from the slums. Marco had inherited our father's gang, he had power and influence beyond my reach at the moment, but that didn't mean I'd crumble and yield at the sight of him. "Elena, this is Marco Hernandez, my elder brother." I introduced him to the lady beside me who still couldn't get over the fact that I had a senior brother. Her eyes kept flickering between me and Marco, so much that I had to remind her of the rules I had laid down for her at the car.

"No one was around to protect me back then, so I had no choice but to let you bully me. Things have changed between us now. It doesn't matter who your husband will be in the future. He'll only love me." With that, the three laughed happily. However, there was one thing they forgot. Ryan and Luke were not the only Sinclairs in their generation. They had another older brother who had long been forgotten—Cole. It finally felt like my life had gotten on the right track after I got out of Cole's car.

She curiously stared at them when someone spoke. “Ah! You haven’t met us right? We’re the rest of Montenegro brothers” oh, so they are her other husbands? Just as she thought. They are really good looking “I’ll introduce myself first. I’m Aries, the fourth child of Montenegro family” He smiled widely at her “Then this one in my right side is second brother, Zeus. And the one that is leaning to the doorside is our big brother, the eldest among us, Aizen” The one called Zeus also smiled at her while Aizen just slightly nod his head