Marco Polo Siblings Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Stay at my villa tonight. We’ll prepare for tomorrow together.” I nodded, pulling my clothes back on. “Okay. But no more secrets, Marco. I need the full truth.” We drove to his cliffside villa in silence at first, the sea dark below us. Once inside the luxurious open-plan space, he poured us wine. “Talk,” I said, taking the glass. “About your brother.” Marco sat on the big couch and pulled me onto his lap. “His name is Luca, younger by four years, always felt like he lived in my shadow. After our father died, he wanted control of the property company but I kept it and he’s been undermining me ever since.”

Arianna POV: “So you two are brothers?” I turned and asked Marco not trusting the man beside me not to turn this into some form of foreplay. “Cousins,” Marco corrected me it made sense they were much farther apart in their coloring than me and my sister to be siblings. Marcos's blonde hair screamed Nordic not Italian. “But we’re as close as brothers,” Gio slapped his cousin on the back. “We’d do whatever the other asked,” I saw for a split second some agreement linger between the two but vanish as soon as it had appeared.

"Thank you again for coming. I just need to clarify a few details about your relationship with your sister." "Of course," Marco said smoothly. "Whatever I can do to help." "You said your sister's name was Elena Rossi before she married, correct?" "Yes, that's right." "And you were very close growing up?" "Very close," Marco confirmed. "She was my baby sister. I always looked out for her." The commissioner nodded, making notes. "Can you tell me about your parents? When did they pass away?" "When Elena was sixteen and I was twenty-one," Marco said without hesitation. "Car accident. It was just the two of us after that."

he sneers, and then we chuckle in unison. We get into their block and enter their house. As always, the tiled floor is glistening and the walls are cream-colored as chalk. I sit in the living room while Marco is in the kitchen busy making snacks. I put off my backpack and start wandering around the room. I see framed pictures sitting on a cabinet — Aunt Hilda's family of four. Marco's older brother, the same age as Sean, has also been married. They moved to the United States four years ago. I also see a picture of Marco and I together with our cousins when we were still grade schoolers. I laugh under my breath while looking at my teeth gap caused by a missing upper incisor. "Missing those da

“All the ingredients are gathered.” Marco commented after he took out all the groceries from his bag. He planned to cook pasta tonight for dinner. It turned out that he had cooking skills, even better than Caterina. Unlike Leonardo, whose parents were also mobsters, Marco was a child who grew up without parents. He and his sister grew up on the streets. He did everything he could to make his sister happy. Even willing to work since he was a teenager to pay for his sister's school fees.

Please don't notice the emotional train wreck happening over here,’ she prayed silently. "Let's sit and dine together as a family, Marco," Stefano said, all easy warmth. Marco slid into the seat opposite her, moving with the unbothered grace of someone who thought he co-owned the goddamn room. "Serena," Stefano said proudly, "this is Marco Sanchez—my consigliere, my best friend, and my brother... from another mother." He grinned with something that seemed like happiness, gratitude? And Brother? Perfect. Just what she needed. A second-hand brother with first-class boundary issues.

Marco's Mamma was the mistress of the Santis family's Don. Her brother, an arms dealer on the West Coast, sought to help Marco become the heir to expand his influence. The Santis family sent Marco to Darvent when he was young to protect him from the power struggles on the West Coast. Everyone was convinced that the chosen heir, Romolo, had been paralyzed by poison when he was young, which was why he was unfit to lead. It seemed inevitable that Marco would rule the Santis family, and rival factions were watching their every move.

"If it's not too intrusive... where is this older brother I haven't seen yet?" "Oh, he's more reserved, so you'll rarely see him. He's a healthy and handsome man, but not very sociable. He likes to stay in his room. He's Marco's older brother." "From the twins? Well... one less to torment me." "Maciel is not that kind of man; he's very respectful. Marco is the vain and heartless wretch," Yolanda grumbled in a bad mood. "Okay, I'll be outside on that garden bench among the flowers. I want to nap a bit in the open air," she announced, getting up and placing her hand on her belly.

“Just keep in mind, once I tell you everything, you can’t sidestep it and eyes will be on you every move from here on in to ensure you keep quiet.” “I’ll take my chances. I just want to know what in the fuck is going on, Alessandra. I can handle myself. So, I ask again, who they were?” “Well, the first one is Alexander Russo, he’s my eldest brother. The other one was Ashton Rossini, he’s a college buddy of Xander’s and also a business partner. Our families have known each other and have done business for decades now, much longer than I’ve been alive.” Zandro went silent a moment, his gaze taking on a faraway look. “Why do those names sound familiar to me.”

I took a deep breath as I'm fanning myself right now. The third guy already steps forward, and he is a neat-looking guy. I love his white sleeves, it has a golden leaves design, and it's shining. I think that sleeve is a limited edition and looks branded to me. "Hi, I'm Marco Legazpi." He pauses and looks at Mr. Legazpi. "I'm his younger brother." He points at him using his thumb. Oh wow! That's why whenever I see him, he looks like Mr. Legazpi. They are brothers. How good their genes are! If I can't marry Mr. Legazpi, then I'll get his brother. "I'm married." My world ended as I heard that from him. CURSE YOU!