Marco Polo Siblings Novels & Stories

"Check the Family archives. Check any registry you want." "Yes, she has no siblings," Sal parroted, clinging to the lie. Father Barzini looked troubled, memory flickering. "I've met her family… never heard of a sister." A veteran of the streets, yet doubt crept in. If Cara had no case, why fight so hard? Why was Sal sweating? But the thought vanished like smoke. "We found your twin sister," Marco said, dropping the file on the table. "Raised abroad. Returned two years ago. Your domestic identity, your family records—all fabricated."

She stared at him in anger while stepping out. "How has my plan failed? How did Vicente let Samantha go? How has she come back?" "Darling, you are messing with the wrong person. I can't hurt you because I like you but I can definitely hurt Aaron." He smiled devilishly. After some time. Samantha, Martin, and Peter gathered in one room. "Tell me, what’s the problem between my father and Aaron's father?" She asked Martin "Aaron's father's name is Lucas. He was the godfather of the mafia of Italy before he died. "

The Alpha command doesn't work on family, so I have nothing to lean on but his body language. He huffs. "I've told it a hundred times. I'll give you a hundred and one, brother. Maya and I held our parties in the same club — different booths, different floors. All the guests stayed at the hotel across the street. I was supposed to take her for breakfast in the morning." No spike in his pulse. Not a muscle out of place. The truth.

As far as I will be given the project, that's all that matters. "I'm sure she's not a fraud." I voiced out. Marco gave me a look. "Stop looking at me like that. And you're Angelo's little brother? Since when?" I decided to shift the topic, recalling how Marco introduced himself as Angelo's little brother. As far as I know, Angelo doesn't have a brother but a little sister from the conversation between him and his mom which I managed to hear. "Since the time he took me in." I rolled my eyes. I thought as much. "And you wouldn't stop holding your dress at the woman's office." He teased.

But Marco refused. She couldn't believe he brought this girl with him. "Mom, this is Janelle." Marco introduced her to his mother. This was a big occasion. Even if Maria was dissatisfied with him taking this girl here, she did not show it in public. With a decent smile on her face, she said, "Oh, let's go. Let's meet someone over there." Marco was not at home all year round, so everyone had almost forgotten that there was a second young master in the Gallo family. They only remembered the eldest son, Lorenzo Gallo.

Chloe said, and then the line went dead. I shook my head, a small smile on my face. My cousin and my best friend. That was a complication I never thought about. Could they be serious? Or was this just another one of Marco's conquests? I’d have to keep an eye on that. Marco was literally my big brother, and he was the sweetest and most lovable brother I could ever ask for. But, that was because we were family and literally grew up together.

Alejandro should be the one shutting up. I look at the three of them, Mario, Alejandro and Marco and I realise that frankly, I like none of them. One is an uncle whose just a poor excuse in the name of family, the second's a guy I had never heard of until recently and well Marco. I can no longer express my hatred for him in simple words. "Look at him! Isn't this the famous Alejandro who killed my only alive brother Silvio! "Marco spits out. How does Marco know Alejandro killed Silvio?

That was the kind of silence in the room when Marco stepped through the threshold and met the twins for the first time. He didn’t say anything at first. Neither did they. Alessia stood just a little to the side, like she couldn’t breathe. Like the air that was shared between them was too fragile to touch. Elijah, bold and curious as always, tilted his head. “Are you mama’s brother?” Marco knelt slowly, not tearing his gaze away. “I am.” His voice cracked. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you. Either of you.” He said, holding their both cheeks.

The second centaur was younger, his eyes gleaming with mischief and humor. Even now he grinned at Marcus and Elizabeth. "Elizabeth I want you to meet my younger brothers, Marco and Loren. Brothers, this is my mate." "Welcome, sister." Marco said with a slow smile, though it didn't touch his eyes, which held a guarded and haunted look in them. Loren, the youngest, smiled broadly. "Elizabeth, that's a pretty name. Is she rosy down in her - " Marco chucked Loren on the head and the younger centaur blushed. "I meant no offense, sister." "You must forgive Loren. He's anxious to get his own mate and seems to think of nothing else but women." Marcus explained, glaring at his brother. Loren smiled s

“Yeah… um, I kind of found my father. He’s… Stefano Marino Marcel.” Marco’s jaw dropped. “Stefano… the mafia lord? The one on par with my family?” Alessia nodded slowly, an apologetic smile on her face. “Yes. That’s… my father. Although I didn't know we were on par with the De Lucas.” Marco stared at her, dumbfounded, but she went on, her voice softening as if to lessen the blow. “And… there’s more. My twin brother, he’s… he’s Double S.”