Marcus From Ginny And Georgia 소설 & 이야기

Genevieve. Seeing Marcus here meant two things; it’s either he was here to make my life a living hell or he was here to go on and on about how unladylike and stupid I was, how he wouldn’t marry me if this wasn’t signs years ago. That is what Marcus is, he thinks the whole world revolves around him because his family is rich.

Henry answered each question, giving Marcus time to reflect and remember. Seven years old? Seven and eight years ago, Marcus was still studying in Australia. He was abroad, encountering foreign beauties. It was true that he had returned to W City because he wanted to visit his mother's grave. During that time, his mood was very low, filled with hatred. How could he have possibly been involved with other women? No matter how hard Marcus thought, he couldn't figure out when he had a relationship with Jessica and got her pregnant. Was it really just a coincidence?

The moment Nico opens the door for us, Maya gasps loudly, her hands flying to her mouth before she throws her arms around Nico's neck. "Congratulations," she whispers, kissing his cheek — and only now do I register the fresh mating mark on his collarbone. Is he out of his mind? Gladys still isn't stable, and she might even be a spy. Just yesterday, she was ready to tear Karina and Maya apart, and now he's already mated her. Nico adjusts his shirt to cover the mark. "Gladys was hungry, so I let her drink from me, and she marked me by accident," he says.

Bryson said and Marcus knew what he meant. "Yes, sir. I will get the team. Kindly give me two hours," Marcus said. "You have an hour," Bryson said and ended the call. Marcus fell back on his bed waking his wife, Georgina, up. She looked at him and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Mr Adams called?" Georgina asked. "Yep," Marcus said and got out of bed. "Does he understand, weekend and time with family?" Georgina asked with a frown. "How do you think he became a trillionaire," Marcus asked putting on his pants.

Our mothers were very close friends in high school and ended up marrying men from the same social class, which led to this. “Georgia,” I walked inside, “I didn't know you were here.” I spared a frown at Marcus, who looked like he didn't know his offense. “I told you a while ago that you had a guest,” Marcus quickly said. I waved him off and turned back to Georgia, who was already closing the distance between us again. “Well, I’m here,” she said. “And like I said, you didn’t call. Not even once.” Her smile wavered for a second as she looked up at me. “Did I do something? Or are you just avoiding everyone these days?”

said Lady Bailey, "You've accepted Giselle. Luna has been your witness! You have promised to take Giselle in front of Luna! Don't be so selfish and childish!" "I was deceived, mom! It's not childish, or selfish at all if I just wanted an answer!" Marcus took a deep breath, calming himself down. He continued, "Mom, Tina and I are in love! I wanted to marry Tina. She's my soulmate!" "Is she? Or you've made mistake?", Lady Bailey tilted her head, looking at a confused Marcus with a knowingly look, "Marcus, they married Giselle to you, not Tina! Don't be silly! What makes you think if you confront them, will they change Giselle to Tina for you? Not to mention, Giselle is not a commodity either.

“By who?” “I’m still digging, but it’s a start. I’ll let you know when I find more.” Marcus thanked his friend and hung up, his mind racing. Whoever was behind this wasn’t going to get away with it. As the storm raged on, Rachel and Marcus found strength in each other, determined to weather the challenges ahead. Meanwhile, the truth about Gina’s involvement began to surface, setting the stage for a confrontation that would change everything.

“I didn’t expect that.” “That’s the point,” he said, voice low and wicked. His thumb stroked lazy circles against my hip, each one lighting a fuse under my skin. “Nobody expects. They just give in.” I swallowed hard, trying not to melt against him. “And I’ve been watching you,” Marcus went on, his tone dropping to something darker, hungrier. “Hovering near George, pretending to laugh at his stories… but your eyes?” He leaned closer, his breath ghosting my cheek. “They’ve been on me all night.”

Lindy turned her head and saw two women clasped their hands, staring hungrily at Marcus inside. One of the women trotted in and walked up to Marcus. "Sir, can I get your contact?" Lindy was a little annoyed. ‘Are women all so forward now?’ Marcus was looking in the mirror, but when he heard the sound, he turned his head, and when his gaze met the other woman, he was slightly startled. "Gwen?" Assistant Gwen Stork was also taken aback, and then blushed completely. "Mr…Mr. Pine..."

I certainly could not cope with planning his funeral, and the state of Alena means she wouldn’t be able to either. “Hi, I’m Georgina. Sorry, we never actually met officially.” Looking up, she is standing there, tall and beautiful, her face looking hurt from the loss of Jackson. She clearly knew him well. “Marcus.” I smile. It is all I can manage. She sits down, handing me a glass. I have to be honest. A drink would be amazing right now. She pours the whiskey into my glass, then one for herself. Sitting, we stay quiet, our own thoughts keeping us company or, in my case, torturing me.