Novel & Cerita Marcus Free Rein

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

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."

Marcus gushed, completely forgetting Alpha Sebastian was still standing right there. His eyes were fixed on me with undisguised admiration. "Thank you," I replied graciously, accepting the compliment without making a big deal of it. Marcus seemed eager to continue our conversation when a bone-chilling voice cut through the air, "Manager Marcus Reid, you seem to have an abundance of free time on your hands." I saw Marcus visibly flinch. Only a fool would miss the displeasure in Alpha Sebastian's tone. He hastily pocketed his phone and stammered, "I should get back to work."

He cried, "Harper, what will it take for you to forgive me? Haven't I been punished enough? I've lost everything. Why won't you come back to me?" His pathetic display was laughable. As I recalled everything he did to me, I felt no guilt, only relief. "No, it's not enough. A hypocrite like you belongs in jail where you can't hurt anyone else," I replied, letting out my resentment. Caleb froze, his head down and hands falling limply. Just as I thought he was finally giving up, he slammed me against the wall, his face twisted with madness. "No! No! You're mine—everything about you belongs to me! You can't leave me!" Caleb screamed, his hands crushing my throat.

None other than Willem, that domestic abuser. A smile crept onto my face. Willem had AIDS.

“Freedom, Elena. You’ve opened my eyes to what I needed all these years. It wasn’t a husband who didn’t regard me, or a family who couldn’t protect me, or a sister who betrayed me. It was freedom. And now that I have a chance at it, I’m going to use it wisely. In your name, Elena.” “Oh, I’m so happy to hear such words, and I really hope you get everything you’re wishing for from it.” “Oh, I will. I must because I’m tired of being a fool. I’m tired of the embarrassment that my life has become because I married the wrong man. I have to move on, Elena. And I will.” After the words left her mouth, she turned to me. Eyes soft. “Horace.” “Let me start, Viva, with a few words.” I cut in.

That night, they celebrated their victory in their private penthouse. Mavric poured expensive champagne for Liora. "You did it, Liora.” “You saved this empire," Mavric said, raising his glass. Liora took a sip, feeling the weight on her shoulders lighten slightly. "We did it, Mav.” But I feel this isn't over. “Marcus is still free." Mavric put down his glass and pulled Liora onto the bed. He hovered over her, his hands pinning her wrists above her head.