Marcus Ornellas Novelas Novels & Stories

Celine sat close by enjoying the drama in front of her. “Your dearest husband felt threatened with my sudden presence in H city since I’m your ex. He was so consumed with jealousy which is why he ruined my company, drained it till it was under, then made sure I left country A without a penny!!” Nuella was surprised by what Marcos told her, she looked at Oliver and all he did was stare at her. With the look on his face it means what Marcos just said wasn’t a lie. Was jealousy the reason why he had done that? She didn’t think Oliver would go to such an extent, it is not as if Marcos approached her wrongly, except there is another reason.

A deep rich laugh booms and Orion steps aside giving way for the massive burly figure of a smile with an overly enthusiastic smile plastered across his face, It seems a bit weird but I see the same glint in Orion’s eyes, and the more I look the more I see more of Orion in him, he’s more of an even jacked form of Orion with the slight tinge of age drawn across his face and all too deadly looking scar running across one length of his cheek. “Knowing him, he has probably not said a damn thing about me to you,” he said walking up to me in big steps “I’m Marcus, his uncle and I am from the good part of his family, you must be the Paloma he’s trying to-” The next words die down in his throat follo

“All of it. Even when Marcus tried to twist it into something ugly.” He turned us slightly, shielding me from the worst of the crowd with the broad line of his shoulder, silver eyes scanning the room with that war-hero calm that had once held mountain passes against blizzards. “They did more than hear. They felt it. Look at their faces—the omegas especially. Clara’s little poison campaign just lost its teeth.” His thumb traced the edge of my claiming bite, hidden just beneath my collar but still humming with shared magic. “And Marcus? He’s unraveling. Feel his scent? Sour jealousy, like spoiled wine left in the sun. He thought he could own the narrative. Now it owns him.”

“You shouldn’t be here.” Marcus’s smile widened, a flash of something predatory crossing his features. “You might be Luka’s mate,” he said softly, “but that doesn’t mean you have to suffer for it. You could have so much more, Elara. You could have me.” Elara’s stomach churned with disgust. She had suspected Marcus’s intentions for a long time, but hearing the words come from his mouth was still a shock. She could feel the heat rising in her chest, a mixture of anger and revulsion burning inside her.

It drove him mad, and yet he couldn’t stay away. A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. “Come in,” he barked. Emma stepped inside, her expression smug. “You look troubled,” she said, closing the door behind her. “What do you want, Emma?” Marcus snapped, not in the mood for her games. “I thought you might want to know,” she said, her tone light but her words heavy, “Odessa’s been making some interesting plans regarding Rosella.” Marcus’s jaw tightened. “What plans?”

Marcus answered and went outside the greenhouse to look for the Great Dane. While Marcus was in the outdoor garden with Sky, he couldn’t help but laugh at his situation. He had a relaxed life at Hacienda Velasquez and everything turned upside down when he joined Ortega’s agency. Maybe it’s time to go back to what he was used to. Veronica must have punished him for entertaining the thought of having another woman. He felt guilty for the times that he allowed Daniella to enter his head and…heart. But now, no more. He should vanish Daniella from his thoughts and he vowed to keep Veronica and Arianna’s place intact. He wouldn’t waver anymore, because he had too much to lose if he would choose Da

I was standing near the edge of the room, finally alone for a moment, when Marcus found me. "You look happy," he said, though his tone suggested the opposite observation entirely. "Married to my uncle. That's quite the upgrade." "Don't." "I'm just saying. A few weeks ago you were crying in my driveway, and now look at you." He stepped closer than was comfortable, close enough that I caught the smell of whiskey on his breath. "Tell me something. Does he know? About us? About everything we had before all this?" "There is no us, Marcus. There hasn't been for weeks."

Marcus' pov Tuesday 10th December 2019 *********************************** Talking to Orion is my least favourite thing. He keeps asking me questions I don't want to answer. I just want to forget what Adrian did to me, I don't want to tell him about it. But he insists on me telling him everything. So far I've just ignored his questions. He already knows everything that happened, he read the police report and Nathan told him how I've been. At least today I'm not tired. I actually slept well because I was on a comfy bed and I didn't have a nightmare. My ribs are feeling better definitely, being able to stretch out has helped them a lot.

“I’ll be there in an hour.” Elara’s art gallery had become a sanctuary for her—a place where she could escape from the chaos of her personal life and focus on something creative, something entirely her own. But today, as she sat in her office waiting for Marcus, the familiar comfort of the gallery felt distant, as though the walls themselves were closing in. Her mind raced with possibilities. What could Marcus have uncovered? What more was there to learn about Cassia’s deception? The door opened, and Marcus stepped inside, a folder clutched tightly in his hand. His expression was tense, his eyes darting around the room before he closed the door behind him. “I didn’t want to discuss this over

he whimpered like a maniac ad he went down on his knees, "You have to help me. You have to protect me from An..." "There there dear one," she said and brushed her fingers over his brown and gray short hair. He leaned on her legs pleadingly. "You're my friend. I'll do anything to protect you from Antonio Leonardo Robles," she said in her iconic manipulative soft voice. 'Oh such a fool. You were just a pawn in this game and I'm already done with you. My point was just to show Antonio that I could get into his company if I wished to. You've outlived your importance to me Marcus Elton. Funny thing is, you think all he'll do to you is blacklist you? Ha! Once you've had anything to do with me, you