Novel & Cerita Marco Polo Siblings

She looked like an evil witch who had just crawled out of hell. "Good morning, darling," Silvia replied. Marco turned to him. "Marcello, I'd like you to meet my family." He gestured toward them one by one. "My mother, Silvia, my grandmother, Alessia, my sister, Maria, and my cousin, Sophia." Looking back at him, he added softly, "They're the most important people in my life, and of course, Monica is one of them." Marcello gave them a polite smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

I had always assumed it was just stress, or work, or something else entirely. But now, I realized that it was something much deeper. Something that had been eating away at Marco for years. I thought about all the times I had asked Marco about his family, and he had brushed me off. I thought about all the times I had tried to get him to open up, and he had shut me down. And now, I knew why. Mackle was his twin brother. I couldn't even begin to process what that meant. I couldn't begin to understand why Marco had kept it a secret, or what it meant for our relationship.

Arabella said. "Let's just say back then I only cared for you like a sister," Marco said, making Arabella truly shaken as she held her stomach. "Don't talk nonsense. Siblings aren't that close to each other. It's impossible. Your words are truly disgusting. You dumped me and humiliated me like that," Arabella said, immediately wearing an unhappy expression, making Marco just shrug indifferently. He had gotten used to her attitude with Arabella by now. Although at the beginning of their breakup, Arabella and Marco were a bit awkward, now they were back to normal. They then resumed their conversation as Pedro approached Marco.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. His face blanched further, and he avoided my gaze. "Ross just got married, and his wife is pregnant—their expenses are piling up. My parents mentioned his low salary, and as the older brother, I couldn't just sit back. They're right. Siblings should have each other's backs." I leaned against the wall to keep myself from collapsing, the ridiculousness of it all hitting me like a slap in the face. I'd poured everything I had into building our home, while he was dumping money into his brother's never-ending pit.

“Woaw… and how long have you both been together?” “I won't lie, I've lost count. But our anniversary is coming up next month.” “I have always wanted to ask, why didn't I know you as his brother all this while, I mean I was told he doesn't have any other relations, except from his mother who is a widow.” “Really?” Ezekiel burst into laughter. “Yeah, what's so funny?” I blurted. “Nothing, I mean. Sorry for the laugh. You know, my family just has its own issue, I guess Ezra didn't want to share that with you or the family.”

Marco likes commitment and the spotlight but Maria doesn't. Marco just giggles at his sister's complaint, he can relate to Maria's feelings right now. Maria doesn't like to be the center of attraction but Marco does. "Well, what can I say... you and I came from a very prestigious family that many people looked into." "Tch! qualunque cosa sia" She rolls her eyes looking at her Mama and the rest two, who were busy laughing at their own story while she and her brother talk on theirs. Maria does prefer a lonely life. Having such a great background.

Being in such an uncomfortable place was aggravation enough in my view. Marco turned the doorknob, and the metal door creaked loudly. He flipped on the light bulb, revealing the sofas. I switched on the fan while Marco dusted off two wooden chairs. Neither of us sat down. “Cleo and Isa are half-sisters, sharing only a father. Cleo didn’t lie to you,” I told him. “She better not have,” Marco replied coldly. I pictured him strangling Cleo in their bedroom but quickly shook the thought away. Enough deaths were already replaying in my head, I didn’t need to add more.

He was the oldest among all and they looked up to him for everything. “How many siblings do you have?” she asked with interest. “The one after me is Marco. He’s five years younger and helps dad in his business. Then there’s Marcello, who’s the youngest. He just turned twenty. He’s eight years younger than me.” “Don’t you have a sister?” He shook his head and looked at her with interest. “How about you?” Amelia smiled, remembering her siblings and cousins.

“Let’s just say we stopped seeing eye to eye on a lot of things as he got older” “Well, how old is he now?” I asked, realising apart from the Slayer story, I knew nothing about this brother of his. “He’s twenty three, his wife is the same age, they’ve been in love since they were sixteen”. He added, with a slight look of worry in his eyes, as one of his patrol guards came into the room and announced that they had arrived. We all stood to greet Marco’s guests and I almost frowned at how similar they looked, only his brother was clean shaven unlike Marco, and a few inches shorter.

I could see he was choosing his words carefully, and I hoped he would open up more. I shifted on the bed, wondering if he was ready to share his past with me now. "Are you ready to talk about it, or do you need more time?" I reassured him I wouldn’t push him into saying anything he wasn’t ready to. Marco took a deep breath. "I grew up without ever seeing my mom. And when I finally did, that one chance was taken away from me. Right in front of my eyes. The staff at the time were too powerless to do anything because I was there. That day also led to the kidnapping of my sister, Martina. At first, we thought my grandfather, on my mom’s side, was behind it, and I always believed he was a trustwo