Markus Murphy Novels & Stories

Valeria was well aware that lying and denying was the only way to persuade Markus to leave her and to move on. "Yes, I am happy.” Markus pressed the cloth in his head and applied pressure while his fingers curled into a fist. He had been hearing Valeria silently knowing that he had lost her. “I love Richie and he is a great guy. Most importantly, he loves me back." Again in her own mess of thoughts she failed to notice that Markus was in genuine guilt. “You never loved me Markus. And you still don’t. Even if you keep me here you can never win me back.”

Michael clicked the link out of curiosity, and the video that opened centered on a couple. The guy looked a lot like Edwardo, but his hair was slightly longer and his shoulders weren’t as wide. The other person was a beautiful Hispanic lady with long dark brown hair, and a grin that suggested whatever this was about had some serious mischief attached.

“Sounds like you need to extend your information network.” Mark scratched the back of his head sheepishly. Recently, he had been caught up with the Young Master’s personal matters outside the organization, leaving him with little time to catch up on any rumors concerning other crime syndicates. “Find out what’s causing the rift between Murat and his son, Mark. Then, follow Altan discreetly and see what he’s up to while he’s here in New York,” Regis reminded his assistant. “Altan Demir is here?” Mark asked, confused.

I thought about all the sacrifices I had made to get to this moment, all the secrets I had kept and the lies I had told. As I walked, I couldn't help but think about the man waiting for me at the altar. Markus, with his chiseled features and piercing brown eyes, was a man who exuded confidence and power. He was a man who always got what he wanted, and I knew that he wanted me.

He’s the only one that can help me now. *Phone conversation* Mark: Hey Bro, what’s up? Eric: Mark, I need an urgent favor from you. I need information about a person. His name is Ben Marcus. I need his information in three hours. Mark: Sure thing. I’ll get back to you soon. *End of phone call* Mark owns a bodyguard agency and has insane technologies used to get information about people. He’s also a private investigator and the best I know. About two hours after the call with Mark, he called to tell me he had sent what he got to my email. He also said he might have to get his brother involved.

I turn to see Alpha Luna Ireland staring at me sadly with tears streaking down her face. “Bradley and Mom leave us please.” She squares her shoulders, her voice broken with tears. They both nod and head out of the room. I take another step toward her but her hand stretches out stopping me. “Why mark me if you were going to hide me?” “I fell in love with you and I was scared, I never meant to mark you.” “So that was the mistake not hurting me?” “That’s not what I meant…” “Did you know?” “Please let me finish.”

I tried to smile back but it faltered in the end. “Are you okay? You look pale” Lukas asked,. worry flashing in his eyes. “I'll excuse you both” Michael stood up and left. Lukas walked across the room, towards me, but my eyes were fixed on one thing. The mark. The upper part was covered by the sleeve of his T-shirt but I could still see it. The scar was still there. My heart sank. He reached out and brushed his fingers against my cheek. “Mia, what's wrong?”

The Alpha’s daughter abandoned the responsibility of an Alpha, My father was a very taciturn werewolf, a typical alpha, but an atypical father. I saw him less often at home after my mother passed away. I even thought I spent more time at my uncle and aunt's house in my childhood. It was hard for a child to get used to it, but I understood, he needed to distract himself from the truth that mum will not hold our hands anymore. So did I. No matter how hard life was, we still have each other.

Kiran asked, surprised. "He's a Murphy, just a distant relative," Justin explained. Kiran's expression turned serious. "So, the Murphy family has no direct descendants?" "I don't know about that," Justin replied, thinking for a moment. "The Murphy family is strange. Their birthmarks seem to be hereditary." "Hereditary birthmarks?" Kiran asked curiously. Justin nodded. "Byron has a heart-shaped birthmark on his right buttock, and so does his son." "A heart-shaped birthmark on the right buttock?" Kiran's eyes widened as he looked at Justin for confirmation.

Tick-tock. The only thing standing between me and a full-blown panic spiral? Bill Marks. Not exactly the hero I ordered, but right now, he’s the best card I’ve got left in my very shredded deck. Marks is a former city official with fingerprints all over the zoning and property acquisition process.