Marcus And Ginny Head Scene Novels & Stories

At the end of the aisle, beneath a beautifully decorated arch, stood Marcus. He looked stunning in his white suit, dark curls falling over his forehead. The way he gazed at me— his emerald eyes filled with love— made my heart race. This was it. Our moment. I took a deep breath and walked down the aisle. Every step felt like a dream. My entire world narrowed to Marcus— his smile, his warmth, his everything. Then, it happened. A gunshot shattered the air. Gasps. Screams. Chaos. I turned sharply, my heart hammering. My eyes landed on a familiar figure at the entrance. Adrian.

As of now I've edited it out (So no, you're not going crazy if you can't find it again) I'm sorry for the mix up but please note that Marcus wasn't shot in the head (As I don't think anyone can survive being shot in the head) Thank you and please react once you see this message so that I know it's reached enough people ❤️

I told him as I halted abruptly. Marvin was about to continue jesting me when my gaze caught someone in front of the private ward. He was staring at me like I was a sharp pain in his eyes. Marvin furrowed his brow and followed my stern look. "Bro, don't tell me, you kissed Ms. Weasly!" he whispered while his gaze was fixed on him. "What if I say yes!" I also glued my orbs to him.

"He surprised me by showing up here today." Marcus fought back his jealousy and extended his hand towards Romeo. "Nice to meet you, Romeo," he said, trying his best to sound friendly. "Heather has mentioned you before." Romeo grinned and shook Marcus's hand firmly. "Likewise, Marcus," he replied, instantly reading the uneasiness in Marcus's eyes. "I've heard a lot about you too." Heather looked back and forth between the two men, sensing the tension in the air. "Is something wrong?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

I halted, needing to sniffle back tears. "And? Can't a maid stand up for herself?" he lowered his head, ensuring we locked eyes. "Why did you decide to speak up?" I inquired, lifting my head. "Why did you openly refer to me as your wife? I thought you'd be ashamed," I pressed on, finding his way of listening to me intently peculiar. His gaze was intense, and he lowered his head, almost peering through his eyebrows. "Be--" before he could say anything, Ginny returned with some ointments and bandages.

"Just confirmation that everything is ready." As Marcus pulled me toward the bed, I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing through every detail. The ceremony would be perfect. I would play the gracious, forgiving new Luna. I would offer Sophia wine as a means of peace offering. And Sophia, proud and stubborn, she would drink, then I would watch her collapse, I'd finish what I started and then Marcus won't have her in mind again. **Marcus's POV** I stood in my study, staring at the alliance meeting documents,every part of it was a reminder of my humiliation.

She whipped her head to him and he was staring right back at her with an expressionless yet inscrutable look. She sniffled, slipping into her dress not minding if he was watching. Marcus groaned, running a hand through his hair. He shut his eyes in complete frustration. This wasn't what he planned. First he lost that contract to his competitor because he suddenly got to know at the die minute that a wife was needed. No wonder his competitor got a quick marriage done. Suddenly, they both heard the knock. Octavia's eyes widened and immediately, she ran behind the bed. No, it better not be the room service. They mustn't see her here.

Ella Holden POV The next evening was the wedding of Martin’s friend. She asked me to go with her, even told me Marcus would be there. It felt like the perfect chance to escape the mansion for a while, to breathe, to change the mood. When I arrived, I caught sight of Alpha Marcus entering before anyone else. His tall frame, sharp suit, and magnetic presence filled the empty hall. His eyes locked on my black gown, and he raised a finger. “Come here.”

“Is it the Alaric Vale I'm thinking about?!” People started murmuring again. Ginny nodded, “Yes. He'll be here in a few minutes. He already texted me that he's on his way. So… Ah!” She winced again, touching her head, “I'm sorry, but I have to rest for a while.” Ginny looked pale so her claim of pain was believable. I glanced at Marcus and he nodded, at one point, those three men had been taken away. I turned to the crowd with a radiant smile.

“If someone has to be punished for this, let it be me. I’ll take full responsibility.” They exchanged a look, wordlessly communicating something I couldn’t decipher. After a few seconds, they both gave a small, reluctant nod. I leaned back in my seat and exhaled, grateful but still tense. I turned to Marcus again. He looked more peaceful now, head resting against the window. He shifted suddenly, and his head drooped slowly tilting sideways until it nearly landed on my shoulder. I gently tried to guide him back upright, but his head dropped right back onto me. He let out a low sigh, completely unaware of how uncomfortable his position looked.