Marco X Janna 소설 & 이야기

Anna said. ..... "What are you talking about?" Marco asked Anna. We were all in bis study and Marco was glaring at Anna. "Why are you looking at me like that? All that I am doing here is being a good sister and letting you know the truth. I just want you to know that the woman whom you think is a saint is nothing but a useless bitch who wants you dead. Are you willing to listen to that and I now ? do you believe it now when I tell you that she is a dangerous gold digger? She is not even a gold digger at this point. She wants you dead! Do you finally see it now?! Look at the text message that came on her phone! Just look at it!" Anna yelled.

"And who is that girl that Carlos is necking over there?" "Her name is Jessica," Stefano replied. "I don't give a fuck in high hell what her name is. Who is she and why does she look about sixteen?" Leo asked. "Because she is sixteen... and we know her from school," Marco explained. "Carlos hooks up with her all the time-" "Don't need to know about my little brother's sex life thanks, Marco," Leo interjected. "Just get back to the house before midnight for Lenny's first shift. Oh and preferably not completely stoned, understand?"

Marcus Vance’s name was right there at the top of the "Most Influential" nominees. And if Marcus is here, his wife is here. Annabel clings to my arm like a wrap-around candy, her manicured nails digging into the expensive wool of my sleeve. She’s a model I’ve hooked up with a few times. And casual, no strings, and mostly silent when I need her to be. I needed a warm body for the red carpet to keep the persistent socialites away, and she was available when I called. "Jaxon, you’re being so cold tonight," she pouts, her voice a shrill contrast to the smooth jazz playing in the lobby. She tries to lean her head on my shoulder, but I shift my weight, subtly pushing her off.

62 ANNALISE The air around us was heavy with anticipation. Janet’s words echoed in my mind—Marcus had become more powerful, more dangerous than we could have imagined. He was no longer just a threat to our realm, but to the earth realm as well. The chaos he had unleashed was spreading, and I could feel it in every corner of our world.

Just don’t come back regretting it. Marco’s face lit up instantly. “I knew you were the best.” He finally let go of my hand, bent to pick up the shopping bag, and took out the necklace. Moving behind me, he fastened it gently around my neck. “Happy our seventh anniversary, Adrianna Russo. To many more years.” The metal felt cold against my skin, almost suffocating. There would be no more years for us, Marco. And my name… was never Adrianna Russo. It was Adrianna Conti.

The nerve endings in my body went taut with shock, but Marco was already moving, stepping between us. He was a wall of black Italian wool and coiled aggression, his massive frame instantly blocking my view. "The time for drama is over, Elena," Marco snarled, his voice a low, proprietary command laced with finality. "Do not create a scene." Santino was already at Gianna’s side, his fingers resting with unusual intimacy on her elbow, steadying her. He looked past her fragile, blonde head, his dark eyes locking onto mine, and the warmth that had been my internal sun for two decades was gone, replaced by crystalline, uncompromising ice. "Give it up, Elena. She is the future. Your sentimental tri

“It’s the Second Prince!” “Marco is back.” “He is here.” “The most powerful Lycan in the Kingdom.” He has a cold smile on his face as he steps onto the podium and pulls my hands up, exposing my ring for everyone to see. “Her name is Tanya, and she is my wife,” Marco speaks in a cold voice that no one can dare argue with. “And she’s here to buy back my mother’s Earrings.” “What?” “Marco has a wife?” “Who is she?”

It actually felt like time stalled… conversations nearby cutting off mid-sentence, movement stuttering, eyes snapping toward us all at once. Jaxx stepped forward. Slowly. Deliberately. Each step precise, controlled, like he was walking through water that parted just for him. He crouched just enough to look down at Marco, who was groaning now, blinking hard, panic finally burning through his expression. Jaxx’s voice didn’t rise. Didn’t shake. “How dare you talk about her like she’s something waiting to be bought,” he said quietly. “How dare you lay claim to a woman who never gave you permission to breathe in her space.”

Marco's gaze locked onto Genna and their eyes met. She quickly looked away and ushered Denise out of the study. But his eyes still lingered on the doorway where Genna had disappeared. "Who is she?" Marco asked. "None of your concern. What do you want, Marco?" I asked. Marco's smile widened. "You will soon know. I'd love to meet that woman again. She is charming” I stepped forward. "You'll stay away from her." Marco raised an eyebrow. "The protective Macho man, aren't you?" He sneered.

The twins, Trinity and Justice, had just turned seven and were excelling in school, making their parents proud. Today, Marco had decided to bring his new girlfriend, Jennifer. A Southern belle with a soft lilt to her voice, she was unlike any woman he had dated before. Biracial, effortlessly beautiful, and, most importantly, approved by Sade, Mama Maria, and Mama Liza. That alone was a miracle. As they entered, Marco scanned the crowd, nodding at familiar faces while Jennifer held onto his arm, taking in the festivities with a warm smile.