Marcus Coloma Novels & Stories

“Do something serious to Lorenzo’s Omega so he’ll leave the meeting with the King.” His Patriarch had ordered it, and that was exactly what he did with the help of his mysterious ally. Luca even earned praise, like a good dog, for carrying out the task. “Do something definitive to ruin his Omega, make him lose control, and force a confrontation with the King. I want to see just how important that woman is to him...” More orders came in, and Luca set himself to sacrificing his most valuable card for nothing but promises. His main idea had been to create a huge scandal using Marcella’s jealousy, but when Victoria shoved her into his hands, it was as if something evil whispered in his ear.

“If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.” “You are right, I am Maria Rodriguez but you left one thing… Maria Rodriguez does not betray anyone.” Old Grandpa took in deep breaths turning to me. “I believe you, but these pictures say otherwise so until I find out what is going on, this matter remains silent.” I shook my head in disagreement. “I don't know how Allen got his hands on these pictures but for him to have these pictures, he must know about the accident.” “Maria would not cheat on you,” Adam defended. “She might not love you but she would never do something like that.

" Marco, please... I need to see Maximo, I need to speak with the Boss " Marco merely stare at her disdainfully and then turn towards the exit and walk out. He emerges back onto the large first living room only to meet Maximo sitting on the sofa with his face buried into the hollow of his palm. Marco sighed at the sight of his boss who had lost too much in just a day. He walk to him gently and seated beside him without speaking for a long time until finally Maximo raises up his head and said.

It lived in the space between us like a scar. “The second you give in,” I continued, voice low, “everything you are… everything you want… ends up under someone else’s control. And I know you, Marcellus. You carry a strong name, one that refuses submission. You are not just going to fall into a ceremony simply because it is a requirement for you to do.” He was silent now.

Her posture was dominant, her jaw set in an expression of absolute corporate ruthlessness. She entered the private back office, where an elderly man with a meticulous gray suit stood waiting behind a massive glass desk. It was Marcus, the Valeriano family’s chief financial architect. "Are we on schedule, Isabella?" Marcus asked, not bothering with pleasantries. He slid a tablet across the glass. "The Colombian transit routes through the port of Gioia Tauro require validation. The Marcone interference has disrupted our liquidity." Isabella snatched the tablet, her fingers flying across the encrypted spreadsheet with a speed that would have stunned Dante.

“I’m trying. Their security is decent, but I found a weak camera feed. Give me a minute.” The tension in the bedroom grew thicker. The soft lights felt too calm for the storm building around them. Eli’s fingers flew across the keys. Cove stayed right beside him, offering quiet support. “I’m in,” Eli said after a few minutes. “I have a live feed from a security camera inside the safe house. It’s grainy, but I can see them.” He turned the laptop so Cove could see clearly. On the screen, Marco sat at a table, arm bandaged roughly, talking to an older man with gray hair and cold eyes Don Caruso, the head of the Caruso Cartel.

A dark thorned vine tattoo crawl aggressively up the side of his throat and he wears a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. The collar of his expensive dress shirt is casually unbuttoned. He didn’t bother to stand when I approach his private table. Why would he? He simply watches my approach with the terrifying patience of an apex predator. His calculating gaze drops to the angry red scrub marks still visible on my neck. He clearly sees the severe damage Marcus has inflicted but he doesn’t offer any pity or soft words. "You’re a very long way from the quiet suburbs," Luca drawls. His voice is incredibly smooth and deadly. "I don’t do business with desperate, runaway housewives."

He slowed suddenly, his gaze sharpening as it landed on a man surrounded by an entourage—sharp suit, dark hair slicked back, a glass of red wine in his hand like it was part of him. “Cristóbal De Vega,” Marcus said, his tone warm but edged with something like respect. “Didn’t expect to see you here.” Cristóbal’s smile was lazy, practiced, but his eyes were sharp. “Marcus Reed,” he replied with a smooth Spanish accent, setting his glass aside to clasp Marcus’s hand firmly. “It’s been too long. What—five years? Since Madrid? You’ve aged well.” “Business school,” Marcus explained over his shoulder, pulling me forward. “We survived numbers and sleepless nights together. Cristóbal, this is…”

"But so were Marcus and I." Marcus. Marcus Kane. The owner of the Glaciers. The man who had just fired me. "Marcus?" I choked out. "You... and Marcus?" "Why do you think he kept you on the team for so long despite your knee being trash?" Sophia asked cruelly. "Why do you think he paid for my condo? I needed a cover, Liam. Marcus has a very scary wife. He needed a 'fall guy' to be the father on paper in case people asked questions."

My stepmom came in too, looking so furious. “Are you sure?” The doctor asked. “Yes. I’m actually busy so please doctor, why did you call?” “Do you know Angelo?” he asked. Carina went silent. I can feel what she is feeling right now. I think she is feeling weird why the doctor knew about him. “How did you know him?” she finally spoke again. “From my patient, Jillian. Do you know her?” “Yes. I know her, Jillian Sagittarius.” “This is insane!” My stepmom yelled in anger.