Marcus From Ginny And Georgia Novels & Stories

I can't even utter a word out of it. "Let me make this clear, my sweet Arabella Dawson. In two weeks’ time, you will wear a wedding gown, your dad will walk you to the aisle, I will place a ring on your finger, you will be my wife, change your name to Mrs. Duncan, we will sign the marriage certificate, moving in with me, go for honeymoon and well...having baby if you want," he said confidentially. I don't even know how this man gained so much confidence and how he convinced our parents to tie me with a knot in a short period of time. I punched him at his chest while he giggled like a kid.

He asked with a frown. He briefly glanced at Jocelyn. “Good evening ma’am. We’ve probably met in passing before. I’m Marcus.” I could feel Jocelyn’s confusion that had started building when I acknowledged Marcus and turned into embarrassment when he started heading our direction. She bowed a little and took his hands. “I’m Jocelyn Campbell. Nice to meet you.” Marcus took her hand and glanced at me. “Isn’t it meant to be Steele or are you too staying away from the way it is done.” He said in a teasing voice, and I removed his hands from hers.

"Explain yourself. What do you mean it wasn't your intention?" Marcus took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I was influenced, Ned. Influenced by someone who held a grudge against you," he revealed, his voice shaky but resolute. Ned's eyes widened, his mind racing to identify the person behind the scenes. "Who? Who influenced you, Marcus? Tell me." Marcus hesitated, his gaze fixed on the floor. "It was Mark. Mark Stevens, one of your former clients," he admitted, his voice laced with remorse.

“He’s...different. Quiet, but not in a bad way. And he’s funny when he actually talks.” I glanced over at Marcus again, watching as he leaned against the wall, scrolling through his phone like he couldn’t care less about anything going on around him. But then, Gianna caught his eye, and for a split second, his detached demeanor cracked. His lips twitched into the smallest of smiles before he looked away. “Oh my God,” I said, turning back to her. “You like him.” “I don’t not like him,” she said, her grin widening. “He’s...interesting.”

Marge made a pouty face, but then scooted away to the outside of her husband's leg, allowing Marcus to go to his knees between them. With George's rigid boner twitching in anticipation in front of his face, Marcus looked up at him, and said, "You don't mind if I try my luck, do you?" "Hell, no!" George answered.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the man who made our Ava forget she was retired.” Marcus blinked. “Excuse me?” Rory groaned. “Genny, hush!” “Don’t ‘hush’ me,” Genevieve said, grinning. “I recognize him. That’s the gardener from the party! I told y’all he wasn’t just clipping roses—he was out here pruning hearts!” Rory’s jaw dropped. “You mean to tell me this is Marcus—the CEO Marcus—is the same Marcus who was trimmin’ bushes?” Ruth nearly dropped her towel. “Oh Lord, we fed the man jambalaya and sent him home with leftovers!”

“Mariko!” Mariko turned to find out who owned the familiar voice that called her real name. When he turned around, he saw a handsome man in a tuxedo. The man she hadn't seen in two years. The man who melts her icy heart. Marcus Reed. Mariko was surprised to see Marcus on the Gala night. ‘What is he doing here?’ she wondered. Their eyes locked with each other as Marcus approached her, but both of them got stunned when George pulled Mariko toward him and kissed her on the lips. Mariko’s eyes widened in surprise, and it felt like her body froze. Marcus stopped walking toward them. He clenched and frowned.

Gwyneth Marcus was not taking it well. He didn't care about my suspicions, and he didn't care about anything. "I can't let you go to him, Gwen. You are my life. I will be as good as dead with you there. How am I sure I will ever get you back." he said with tears in his eyes. "I shouldn't have gone after Bill Anders. It was a set-up. That Uldrich bastard set me up." Marcus said with so much rage that I had to stroke his hair in a bid to calm him down.

"I can't listen to this. You are just imagining things. And please Dad turn off your computer and retire to your room.” “Why are you being all worked up about this?” Gina turned away from him and walked towards the door. "I'm going to my room, Dad. And you should too.” "Gina." She stopped but didn't turn around. “Where is Marcus?” He asked. “In his room. Goodnight Dad.” Gina said and walked out of his study. --- Marcus was already waiting in Gina's room by the time she got back. The look on her face made Marcus raise his head from his phone to face her.

Marcus stood frozen, repeatedly rubbing his eyes until they were red, finally believing that the person before him was actually me. He rushed forward recklessly, trying to grab my hand. Henry immediately blocked him. “Georgina! It's me! I'm your beloved husband Marcus!" Then he turned to my father, saying, "Father-in-law, I'm Georgina's husband!" I said coldly, "Stop with the nonsense. We've been divorced for a long time. Now that you see I'm wealthy, you suddenly remember to call me wife? Where was this when you were cheating with your ex-wife? You really disgust me!"