Marcus Ornellas Novelas Novels & Stories

“They try to rattle who they can while they can. It's all they can do, try to feed off your fear.” “Pussies,” Orion spat spitefully as we laughed softly. “Hey,” a warm, sleek voice pulled my attention. “Theo,” I muttered, tucking my hair back to conceal how red my face was. “Can I sit there?” He pointed at the last chair by my side. “Sorry, handsome,” Orion replied. “The seat is reserved for our friend.” “Oh.” “I don't mind,” the devil himself, Tristan, surfaced. His shirt seemed to be missing the top buttons, exposing the scar that ran across his chest.

"Passing over better packs to dump resources into a failure... has your little crush rotted your brain, Marcus?" Every word hit like a bullet. Humiliation and rage boiled in Marcus's chest. "Please," Frank chimed in from the side, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Stop acting. You're just here to play the victim for your fake little girlfriend." "It's because of that disgusting attitude that Elone dumped you in front of everyone." At the mention of the breakup, Marcus's face went purple. "Astoria is innocent! She's not a mistress!" Damian let out a dark laugh. "Sleeping together in secret? If that's not a mistress, what is?"

Mars said and left, Marcus noticed his body language and understand that Mars already have information about the golden box as well, If not then why he didn't ask much about the Crystal kingdom and its heiress? On the other hand, Mars thought he succeed in fooling Marcus with his tears, Marcus walked to Olivia's room, Olivia heard the footsteps and curled up on the bed, pretending to be asleep, Marcus opened the door, slowly entered the room and sit next to her. Olivia didn't move and tried hard not to open her eyes, Marcus knew she is not sleeping, he still coldly stares at her face her big trembling eyelashes making her look so cute and fragile, Marcus licked her hair caressed her like nev

"I know you were watching. I know you saw her touch me. Does it burn?" "Not really." Marcus turned. He had a glass of scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other. He looked like a king. He looked like a man who had finally closed the loop. "You’re a ghostwriter, kid. You don't belong in a house this loud." Marcus took a sip. "Elinor is calling the police in ten minutes. I told her about the village girl. I told her 'Alexander' was the one who did it. She’s going to trade your head to save the brand."

Three Days Later Marcus was found in a hostel outside Naples, trying to arrange passage on a cargo ship to America. Lorenzo's men grabbed him without incident, he was too exhausted to fight, too broken to resist. They brought him to the villa in handcuffs, throwing him into a windowless room in the old part of the building. The part that had been used for darker purposes in generations past. Elena prepared for the meeting like preparing for battle. She dressed in black, Armani trousers and a silk blouse that hid her small baby bump. She pulled her hair back, put on her mother's pearl earrings, became every inch an Accardi princess.