Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

"I only got away because I fell down a trash chute. Please, Rhea, just for a few days. I’ll do anything. I’ll clean, I’ll scavenge, I’ll be your slave." Rhea sighed, the anger leaving her. She couldn't leave a man to die in the Fringe, even one as selfish as Marcus. "Get up, Marcus. Wash your face. There’s some soup left. But if you touch one thing that isn't yours, I’ll have Leo throw you to the Grays myself." Marcus nodded frantically, but as he turned toward the back of the room to find a washbasin, his hand remained clamped over the vial in his pocket. He looked at Dominic, who was still standing by the door.

Dominic didn't want unnecessary thing happen. "What an ignorant General Manager." Marcus mocked his son as he said goodbye. "Papa wants a surrogate for Reina, right? Don't protest." "You always said Reina was cheating on you. In fact, so did you, So. I never teached you to cheat like that." Marcus get wrinkles on his forehead.

Only possibly final. But this time felt different. This time felt real. This time, Marcus was truly dead. His empire was destroyed. His legacy was erased. And we were free to become whoever we chose to be. Not who Marcus programmed. Not who genetics dictated. Not who slavery demanded. Just ourselves. Whoever that was. Whoever we could become. Together. Always together. No matter what came next.

Richard took them without a word, his jaw tightening as he glanced back at the imposing prison walls one last time. His moment of reflection was interrupted by the sleek black car parked a few feet away. The driver's door swung open, and out stepped Marcus, dressed in his usual tailored suit, exuding an air of confidence and control. "Well, well," Marcus said with a smirk, walking towards him. "Good to see you out, Richard. How does it feel to be a free man?" Richard exhaled sharply, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Like I’ve been born again."

He was playing some kind of game with Aaron, using me as the prize. "Thank you for everything, Marcus," I said sincerely, truly grateful for his intervention and his promise to keep my pregnancy secret. Without his help, I might still be at Rebecca and Ethan's mercy. He responded with a warm smile that softened his usually sharp features. "Anything for you, Little Snow." His words carried a weight of meaning that wasn't lost on me – or on Aaron. (Aaron's POV) I stood speechless at Marcus's blatant maneuver. By handing me Freya's belongings and earning her gratitude, he had positioned himself as her benefactor while forcing me into the role of mere transportation. The calculated nature of his

Sebastian didn’t look away from the screen. “Yes.” Marcus laughed quietly. “Except I never made it to prison.” Leo asked, “What happened?” Marcus smiled again. “I escaped.” Daniel whispered, “Of course he did.” Marcus continued, “And while the world believed I was dead…” He gestured toward the servers behind him. “…I built something better.” Leo looked impressed. “A hacker empire.” Marcus nodded. “Exactly.” Sebastian asked quietly, “And now you’re back for revenge.” Marcus shook his head slowly. “No.”

Across town, Marcus sat alone, replaying the testimony again and again. His smile was gone. “She’s changed,” he murmured. Jonathan’s voice came through the speaker. “Can you still control this?” Marcus’s eyes hardened. “Control is overrated.” He stood, pulling on his coat. “Destruction,” he said softly, “is far more effective.” He ended the call. Outside, the city breathed—unaware that the next move would not be legal… It would be personal.

I relaxed into my seat, watching him fum with anger and hatred. “Better than what's coming for you.” he snarled; then as suddenly as a chameleon changes its color, Marcus began to giggle. “But I'm not here to talk about the past,”. He waved a hand, dismissing our previous animosity. “I'm here for business, Reinhardt. I'm suggesting that you might want to consider partnering with me. You see, I have certain influences that could help your company grow even further. Take it as an olive branch for my.....past mistakes.” A disturbing glint flickered in his eyes, followed by an equally unnatural smile. What did Paul say about him being a psychopath again? With the right costume and makeup, Marcus

"Marcus didn't just threaten to hurt Reagan and her mother if you didn't walk away. He offered Dad a way out that didn't require you to lose anything at all." Silas went very still. "What kind of way out." "Marcus offered to leave Reagan and her family alone completely, permanently, if Dad handed him something else instead." Wade's jaw tightened. "A name. Someone already close to the club who Marcus wanted access to, someone he could use as a source going forward instead of having to keep threatening people every few years to get what he wanted." The room felt smaller than it had a second ago. "Dad gave him someone."

With Marcus purified, her burden lightened, though she still remained dormant. "She'll wake soon," Marcus observed. "When she does, she'll need to face her own imprisonment properly. I can only hold it so long." "How long?" "Days. Maybe weeks. Long enough to understand what I've learned—that love without freedom isn't love at all." The binding completed, Marcus stepped partially out of the prison—not free but not fully contained. He existed in the space between, guardian of boundaries, watcher of balance. "Thank you," he said to Luna. "For seeing possibility where I saw only ending."