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Tritheia chided her before leaving the room with the other one. With Marcus er... Damen left alone with this seductress of a woman, I didn't want to watch this scene anymore. "I'm going to throw up." Marcus chortled, "Thank the gods, I was knocked out. You would've killed me by now if he even said 'hi' to her." "What the fuck is wrong with her? Looks like she's a fucking nymph who gets to fuck around a lot. Why the fuck does she have to be tempted by my fucking husband?" I was fuming with rage and Marcus thought it was funny.

On the giant outdoor screen, Marcus’s public announcement was playing repeatedly. It showed Marcus standing beside Lucy, making a heartfelt declaration. “I would like to clarify something.” “There are rumors claiming that Cecilia Summer and I are married. That is a misunderstanding.” “Seven years ago, the woman I married was Lucy Garnett.” “Because I wanted to protect my wife, I asked my friend, Cecilia, to help me. That’s how the rumors started.” “Now that the truth is out, I want everyone to know—” “I, Marcus Leedon, have only ever been married to Lucy Garnett.”

But it was to be expected, Marcus wouldn’t decide on a partnership without really knowing the roots of his partner. “Yes,” I answered finally, my voice steady. “But currently, I’m not defined by him. I stand here purely on my own merit.” Marcus’s lips curved upwards in amusement. “ I wasn’t questioning your merit. You’ve proven yourself worth my cooperation.” “Since its true you were his former wife, then Aiden is a fool. He will regret letting you go.” He leaned back, fingers drumming on the desk. “And I…” He looked at Nate. “I trust this woman can carry your company further than you dreamed.”

“But even steel fractures under the right pressure.” Julian leaned forward. “Get to the point.” Marcus smiled again, slower this time. “His wife left him.” That caught Julian’s attention. “Elena Harper,” Marcus went on. “Or should I say Elena Cross—at least on paper. She walked away.” Julian’s eyes narrowed. “Temporary separations happen.” “Not like this,” Marcus said. “She didn’t leave quietly. And Damian didn’t stop her.” Silence followed as the implications sank in. Julian exhaled. “And you know this because…?”

"I know it's so awful. I pity her. I pity her family. For sure, her soon-to-be husband is so freaking mad right at this moment!" "What's her name?" someone asked, the thing I also did want to do but I was just too frozen to gather all my courage. "Her name is Ambrosia," one sad, sadly. "She is Marcus' soon-to-be wife." "What?!" "Oh, no!" "That man is dangerous! For sure he is losing all his tempers now!"

Let me begin where I should have begun with everyone: with the truth. I knew about you before Howard delivered the DNA confirmation. I knew because Richard, Dominic's father, my elder son, came to me in 1992, white-faced and shaking in the way he only ever shook when something had already been done that could not be undone. He told me Marcus had married a woman named Rosa Castellano in secret. That there had been an accident on the property road in Connecticut. That Rosa had run with an infant daughter before Marcus woke.

He became suspicious and asked Marcus, " is there something I need to know? Is my little Marcy in love or courting someone ?" Marcus stiffened hearing this and tried to divert the topic by telling Augustus to look at the painting but Augustus being smart enough didn't let the topic slip. Marcus huffed and told him, "Fine, it's Ritha.... " 💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎💎 Magnus was beyond angry and was pacing around in his room with his fists closed. His wife, Flavia had her one hand on her forehead completely showing her frustration.

When she got back down to her husband, she heard him making calls and instructing people to get the result he wanted immediately. “What are you doing?” She asked, dropping wearily to his side. Marcus put an arm around her shoulders and brought their heads closer. He inhaled her scent to calm his nerves. What he found out makes his blood boil. “My son had a lot of things to answer for.” He said enigmatically. “What do you mean?” Marcus looked solemnly at his wife. “He found Tori and brought her back. She’s pregnant and he’s staying with her this whole time.” His expression turned grim when he shared these bits of information with his wife whose face had suddenly gone pale.

There was something animalistic about her, Josephus thought. Perhaps the Devil had already taken her for his own. A plump woman he recognized as the wife of Marcus, the 1oreman of the cementarii, seemed to be in charge of th birthing. She was positioned at the foot of the bed, her head darting in and out from under Santesa's shift, blathering in Italian and barking orders to Santesa. The woman's hair was braided and bobbed to keep it out of her eyes, her hands an

She did not even hear him when he said that he would be out for about thirty minutes as her attention was on the screen in her bed room as she shed tears. Yes, she was watching a tragic romance movie and was too busy wiping the sad sad tears from her eyes as Mara, or whatever it was the female lead was called found out that her lover had died in the faccident that had made her to become a paraplegic and that she could not remember anything except from the accident...