Novel & Cerita Marcus Free Rein

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.

“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.

Marcus spat angrily, disgusted by Gabriel. He sucked his teeth, “I can't even stand to look at you. Handle this alone without getting none of our names attached to this. We have wives, kids, corporations to protect. You know you have nothing at stake. Your name is already down the mud, the masses are no longer surprised by your action. So do whatever you have to do. Do you understand me?” Marcus picked up his keys and left angrily after speaking, without waiting for a response and left. Meech and Ben soon followed after.

I have never hated anyone like I did to Marcus. He was a bully, insensitive and not normal. These were the reasons, he had being ostracised from the pack. He was not a good man, and there was no way I would keep dancing t o his tunes. I was going to do something about him to get true freedom. I would have to free myself from the shackles that he had imposed on me. There would be no more evil from now on.

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.

“This.” Aiden’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t expect to care enough to come. But here we are.” Marcus looked down at his hands still bruised, still trembling slightly. “I spent five years telling myself I was free. New name, new city, new life. But every time I looked in the mirror I saw the same bastard who sold his little brother to a man who hated him. Who tried to kill that man. Who kept pulling strings because letting go felt like dying.” Aiden’s throat worked. “You almost did die. Again.”

"Whoever has the ability, come at me." Arrogant, reckless... It carried a certain aura of a dark Emperor's majesty and dominance. "Hmph, people don't cry until they see the coffin." "Mr. Marcus, do you know what your current expression makes people want to do?" Saxon approached Mr. Marcus inch by inch. "It makes people want to... conquer you." Mr. Marcus sneered. "Perverted and twisted taste." He turned around, got into his car, revved the engine, and sped down the mountain.

“What are you doing here? Get out!” Marcus stepped into the room, calm and unhurried. He was tall and muscular, his shirt stretched tight across his broad chest. A cold smile played on his lips as he stopped at the foot of the bed. He turned his phone screen toward her. The video he had just recorded played clearly: Rebecca with her legs wide open, fingers pumping into her soaked cunt, moaning at the domination scene. “Look at this,” he said, voice deep and steady. “So clear. Your face is unmistakable. Your pussy too.”

I left them on Marcus's desk with a single sentence: "I want nothing from you. Not your money. Not your name. Just my freedom." What's the worst that could happen?

Not even for himself. “Okay,” Santino mutters flatly. “What did you ‘get,’ Marcus?” Marcus clasps his hands together dramatically. “We need to change the strategy.” Santino lifts one brow in silent judgment. Marcus continues anyway. “You’re trying to win her forgiveness by being… nice.” “That’s the normal human method,” Santino responds dryly. “Yes, but you’re not a normal human,” Marcus shoots back instantly, then narrows his eyes in regret. “I mean you’re not… accustomed… to gentle emotional approaches.”