Mario Casas Relationships Novels & Stories

CALEB Mario burst into my office, heaving loudly in anger. I craned my neck, shooting up my brows in question. “Your ex-wife is dramatic,” he chuckled, making my eyes dim. “What happened?” I questioned, expecting a more understandable response. “She thinks I have a brother with the same mark; not only that, but she also claimed that I saved her last night,” he muttered. “Saved her?” I muttered, curving up my lips. “Hmm,” Mario hummed, feeling unconcerned as he slumped into a couch and poured himself some brandy.

I say knowing damn well I couldn't care less about if Cas forgives me or not. Casper De Santo, Elenas older brother. We've been friends for the last 10 years and I've actually grown quite fond of him. The term fond meaning I don't have the urge to kill him every time he opens his mouth. Which is rare considering it's been that way for me for the last 15 years.

Marco pacified, "but what does Rosa's marriage have to do with anything?" "If Enzo wants a son-in-law to lead the family, why not me?" He splayed his arms in a way of presenting himself. I caught Marcos reaction; a frown that darkened his face. "Woah, woah. Easy, man. Isn't she your cousin?" "Second cousin," Tony shrugged, like it was nothing. "Well, I doubt Enzo will see the difference," Marco commented. "What makes you think I give a damn about your opinion?" Tony retorted.

The anonymous ally who helped me pull off the impossible five years ago. The same man who had taken out Casio, a bounty hunter who’d been assigned to end me... and asked for nothing in return. Who saved Mario’s life from a death order and never asked for anything in return as well. What do I really feel? Not love. No. It wasn’t love. But... maybe a partnership? Or something else, something I’ve refused to feel since I left Clancy McCain behind? God. What would it feel like to belong to someone again?

Yet to me, he was the man who loved me to the bone, who couldn't bear to see even a frown on my face. For six years after our marriage, he spoiled me like a child. But the fortune-teller's words lingered in my mind like a curse that refused to fade. My father's illegitimate daughter, Carmilla Marino, kept clinging to Mario—so persistently that she once confessed her love to him in front of me and tried to kill herself. Disgust flickered across Mario's face as he forced my father to send her abroad. After that, I finally allowed myself to relax.

’ [You betrayed my Father] She whispered aghast at these revelations, ‘Eri uno dei suoi amici più fidati e lavoravi per quel Demone?’ [You were one of his most trusted friends and you worked for that Demon?] Mario shrugged carelessly, ‘Era mio cugino, eravamo legati di sangue, conosci la legge sulla mafia’ [He was my cousin, we were blood tied, you know the Mafia law] She was staring at him remembering her Father telling her Mother Mario was the best friend any man could have but her Mother had warned him to be careful.

He doesn't want to speak while he wasn't yet introduce to him. Sir Antonio looked at him. He smiled widely. "Who is he, Casey? Is he the one you told me, huh?" Antonio inquired. She sighed and shook her head. "Yes, Sir Antonio. He's the one I told you. Do you know him, by the way?" Casey confirmed. Antonio looked at him from head to foot. "I think I know him, Casey. He's familiar to me. I think I saw him before. What is his name?" Sir Antonio told her. Before she answers him, they decided to sit down on the chair. "His name is Niccolo Marquez. He's the only son of Mr. and Mrs. Marquez. He's a billionaire, sir. He's rich..." Casey announced to him.

she asked nonchalantly and Mario sighed again and leaned against the chair and tilted his head towards her, but Rhea didn't know what he was going on about as she waited for him to speak "Tara is in town, and we all know what that means"Mario simply said and took a sip of his water and Rhea finally realized why Mario was looking all worked up because he of all people knew about the Tara Emiliano saga which happened in the past and left a lot of unsaid pain that destroyed three lives at least not Angelo's life because Tara was in love with him, although she married another man chosen by her father

Mariella took her swivel chair and leaned her back lazily while clutching her phone tightly. “Alright, wait for a moment...” Audrey then dropped the call. Yes! Mariella’s longtime girlfriend is Audrey Moore — Arkael Casimiro’s wife. This circle of relationships was deeply hidden under their closets as to prevent any fuss from their parents who refused to acknowledge their children’s choice of life! Awful to anybody who doesn't open their minds about relationships but when it comes to these persons? To hell would they care? Public eyes and opinions aren't that relevant for them!

"Mario sees Casa Monter as a business, just one of his profitable businesses. I think, in my grandfather’s exact words, he still hadn’t learned to see the soul of the company. I was so young, remember? I was about twenty-three when I took the position. Do you remember, Sara?" She nodded. Sara had been by his side from the very beginning. Sara and Emiliano’s love life had been beautiful at first. Although their families had engaged them for business reasons, the chemistry between them from the very first moment had been radiant. Sara’s family owned one of the most important transportation companies in the country, and Casa Monter needed that company to ship its designs around the world more s