Novel & Cerita Marco X Hekapoo

Leo started arrogantly. “That your guys don’t want you anymore? Yes, I have… I am sorry; do you need a shoulder to cry on? Well, I don’t have one,” Marco teased. Funny how he could have fun with someone who wouldn’t hesitate to use the gun on him if he got too irritating.

Noticing how her shoulder seemed to be trembling, Marco’s eyes widened. “You just used me…. Didn’t you? You are the worst” Pulling her hand with all her might, Marco was surprised to see Hera like that. “Yeah… I am the worst…” He chuckled to himself. But one can see the fog on his eyes, the pale look he had joined with his messy hair. “I am the worst…”

“Girl, I knew he was too damn fine to be safe. But why didn’t you stop when you realized the files were... you know…illegal?” I shrugged. “Couldn’t back down, Daya. You know I hate quitting.” She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d stick. “That stubbornness is gonna get you killed one day.” She leaned closer. “So you think Marco’s, like, from the… Maroon fam—” “Marano,” I corrected automatically. “Not Maroon. And yeah, obviously. Why else would he announce his last name like that? But I don’t get it—I just helped Xavier. It’s not like I’m walking around with the file in my pocket.”

I'm not happy about showing up at the office wearing a tux, but there's nothing I can do about it. We get back in the car and make our way to the office. Shane my head driver is driving us, while Zane and I sit in the back seat with Maverick. We're singing in our seats to MMMBop by Hanson. Maverick had heard me playing it one day in the office and has demanded it ever since. It quickly became his favourite song. Probably because he could pronounce a lot of the words. MMMBop. After I'd heard the song on repeat for the tenth time, I look up wondering why we weren't at the office yet.

Marco’s Account Marco sat in the corner of the room, his posture tense as he recounted his time working for Helena. “She always had a backup plan,” Marco said, his voice shaky. “Even when things started falling apart, she acted like she was ten steps ahead. She’d say things like, ‘Zane will never see it coming.’” “What’s her endgame?” Zane asked, his tone sharp. Marco hesitated before answering. “She wants to ruin you completely. The company, your reputation, your family—everything. And if she can’t take you down, she’ll make sure no one else wins, either.”

“Are we still sticking with the plan?” Marco’s gaze didn’t waver. He flicked ash from the weed and crushed it against the floor with deliberate slowness. “Yes,” he said, voice rough like gravel. “But this time—it won’t be clean. It won’t be fast. I’m going to make him suffer. I want him to beg—beg to be in heaven before I’m done.”

He smiles awkwardly at walang balak sabihin ang katotohanan. "huh! Nagkwentuhan? Sigurado ka ba? Kilala kita Marco, kaya umamin ka na!" Kalmado parin ito sa pagsasalita at hindi nagbago ang relaks na posisyon. Naisip ni Marco, since kalmado naman siya, okay lang siguro na maging honest ako.

I feel my cheeks warm as Orion glances at me, something playful dancing in his expression. "Marco, this is Bailey. Bailey, this is Marco” he says. “ He is the owner, chef and the biggest gossip in three zip codes." "Gossip!" Marco clutches his chest in mock offense. "I prefer 'keeper of community news.'" He then turns to me with a conspiratorial grin. "It's nice to meet you, Bailey. Any woman who can get this one to bring her here must be special. He usually only comes alone, brooding in the corner like some tortured artist."

Hopefully, it wasn’t Devika. The footsteps continued, becoming louder by the second and then…fucking hell. Why him? Marco … .dressed in a black pants and a white shirt that had three buttons open. I could feel his eyes raking my body, and then he smirked. “I need to pee.” I let out, my voice low, “Open the gates.” He chuckled lowly, taking a seat before crossing his arms and legs. “Didn’t you hear me?” His eyes were locked on mine and he still didn't say a word. “You’re such an asshole, you know that, right?”

She could see that Marco was on the brink of something, his tears already starting to form. With a gentle voice, she asked, "Why are you crying?" Marco was quick to wipe away the tears from his face as he glared at her. "I'm not crying! I'm too old for that!" Cris chuckled lightly, amused by his stubbornness. "How old are you then?" "I'm five years older than you!" he retorted, a playful grin spreading across his face. Cris arched an eyebrow. "So, you're thirteen years old?" Marco laughed quietly, as if he was reminiscing about their childhood banter. "No, I'm already ten years old. My mom told me that boys usually grow taller five years after girls, so don't worry, I'll be taller than you s