Marcus Lopez Arguello Novels & Stories

Her eyes were filled with tears, and looking at Diego, I didn’t need to be a genius to realize that Lucas was his older brother. “Do not, never, not in a million years, think of mentioning my son’s name again.” Luna Claudia went to turn and leave only Mario wrapped his hand around her wrist, stopping her. Diego went to step forward, but I tightened my hand around his, stopping him. He looked at me, frowning for a second before I nodded at them as Mario pulled Luna Claudia to his chest, hugging her tightly. “I give you my word that his blood is not going to go in vain.” He whispered. “But you are going to have to leave the cocoon that you wrapped around yourself. It is not going to keep you s

(Cho Min Su) Marcuez Vega is indeed quite a big man, intimidating even. But that is just the way he is. But his achievement in his company isn’t just something that were made up, the number alone show his capability as a leader and a business. But despite Cho Min Su, tried to recover his comment that the man looked like a walking bear, the fan, the viewer has already agreed with him and the comment and nickname to Marcuez Vega has already went viral.

"Not a match. Not a fight. Just reaction. Fast feet, reflexes, positioning. Today you're not watching the movement. You're watching the person." "Who is it?" Lennox asked, suspicion lacing his tone. "Guy from a Madrid club," Marcus answered. "Arrived two days ago with his coach. Offered to jump in if we had a slot. Today, we have one." Lennox asked no more. He stood up.

"Of course, Martinez's death also carries a whole host of benefits. South America would be yours. I have no interest in taking a cut." Gustavo remained quiet and thought for a few moments, "Okay. I'm in." "Wonderful," Leo said shaking his hand. "How about we begin this by you telling me everything you know about this overachieving teenager?"

Maximo scolded calmly. " Damn! " Marco gritted out. " I won't allow you to throw away your life this way, you are the lifeline of masses. If anything bad happens to you we all are... " " Basta! " Maximo suddenly yelled out in Italian. " Enough Marco! Do you have any idea how I have felt when Konstantin killed my best friend in my presence? Miserable! Frustrated! Helpless! I couldn't do anything and now I have the chance to pay him back in a way , do you think I will let it slip through my precious fingers? "

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

Alonzo’s limousine sped away into the night. “Are you okay?” Markos asked, his tone softer now. I nodded, though my hands were still shaking. The thought that something could have happened was appalling. “Thank you. I don’t know what he was planning, but it didn’t feel right.” Markos’s expression hardened. “Alonzo is a sex trafficker, Hazel. You need to be careful.” I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “How do you know?” He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the passenger door for me and gestured for me to enter. The tension between us was palpable, the silence was heavy, filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

And how he wouldn’t give it a rest until his rival was displaced. Even now, Perez Lucius had decided to ruin the somewhat soft, quiet ambience in the car by speaking of said rival. “You should be on your best today, son,” Perez started, turning his gaze on Dominic. “We’ll be meeting a lot of important folks at the funeral. Because that can be beneficial to us, regarding this business.” “Noted, father,” Dominic replied, his eyes still shut. “Remain at my side,” Perez continued, “engage with potential clients and partners. The late Aguero was an icon, so we wouldn’t miss this opportunity for the world.” He nudged Dominic, cold eyes zeroing into his face. “Right, son?”

Upset or not, I was to represent my husband and pack right, it was something that I knew that I had to do. “Eli, Marcus, a pleasure to have you in our home.” Arturo said, nodding at Marcus who had his eyes on me. His eyes were hard with anger, and I could tell that he was not here to play the game of decency or family. The man was simply here to introduce himself. It was something that we could both tell, Arturo and I. however, we were sure not to comment on it.