Marlene Divergent Novelas e Histórias

Darien commanded, his voice rising into a dangerous, unhinged growl as he gripped my shoulder with absolute possession, trying to force me to stay. "I cannot let her leave this room with those files. The entire Mariel merger depends on the data on that laptop. I have to finish this negotiation tonight." "Then finish it," I whispered, violently twisting my shoulder out of his grip. I stepped back toward the private entry doors, my chest aching so heavily I could barely draw breath. "Choose your empire, Darien. You are exactly like Marcus." "Darien," Elena called out smoothly from the study, her voice dripping with lazy authority as she tapped her fingernail against her laptop screen.

**Dominic** I sat alone in the penthouse with the television muted and every screen showing the same thing. *Dominic Marcello's marriage began as a revenge scheme.* The words sat in clean white font across every channel. Photos of Nadia and me from the early months, taken at events where I had stood close to her and told myself proximity was not the same as attachment. Old images of Garrett. Speculation filling the gaps between the facts she had chosen to release. My stock price had already moved. Board members were cycling through my phone in rotation. The PR team had sent eleven messages asking for direction in the last two hours.

Marlene—the girl from the club. “Jesus Christ!” Marlene exclaimed, looking away. Ruby looked clueless, while Jamila raised an eyebrow. “Are you okay, Marlene?” Jamila asked. “I’m fine,” Marlene replied immediately. “Sure? You look like you just saw the devil in a black suit and Italian shoes,” Ruby laughed. “Trust me, I just saw the devil—and he looked exactly like that,” Marlene said, eyes wide. “But isn’t the devil supposed to have horns and all that?” Jamila asked. Marlene facepalmed.

Her expensive designer dress certainly wasn't going to get dirty from the mediocre interior of his clunker. In shame, he had run away while all the men around her made fun of him. Until a girl named Marlin, a black-haired diva from the school, found him on the sports field where he was recovering from his humiliation. Marlin was the dream of almost all college boys; she was breathtakingly beautiful, and her curvaceous backside attracted quite a lot of attention. Her pitch-black hair fell like silk down her back. Many young men had tried in vain to ask her out on a date. It soon became known that she did not date or engage in serious relationships.

Luca was across from him with his legs stretched out, a faint easy grin on his face as he nodded. It looked so normal. Just two guys talking sports. The sight made my chest tighten. It was all so horribly ordinary when nothing inside me felt ordinary anymore. “Oh. He is here,” Marlene whispered, her eyes lighting up the moment she spotted Luca. Her grip on her bags tightened, and before I could say a word, she flew up the stairs. “I will be in my room trying these on.” Her voice bubbled with that lovestruck tone I had begun to dread.

Valerie Tanner stepped into the shower, the hot spray beating down on her sore flesh. It had been one hell of a month, but one she would not change. Once she accepted her role in Damien Pressman’s life, he and his girlfriend, Holly Caraway, had made full use of her as their sex toy.

Watching Marlena with curiosity, I moved closer to her, my attention fully captured by her cryptic words and the perplexed expression on her face. Her fingers danced with a strange blue energy that weaved intricate patterns in the air above Devin’s open chest as she muttered to herself. "What are you doing?" Valen asked, unable to hide the worry in his voice. Marlena glanced up, her silver gaze meeting his with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. "I don't know, something just feels... off. I sense a little magic in him, and I’m checking to see what’s causing it. I don't know but... what if it's... something more…something that worked in his favor?"

Meanwhile, Marlene was reveling proudly in her successful plans. Jeana called her, sounding like she was about to cry ."Marlene, can you help me talk to Mr. Lane Senior? I don't want to marry Xav anymore." Marlene thought this was strange and asked, "Why?" Hadn't Jeana always wanted to marry Xavier? She even said right in front of Marlene that she wouldn't marry anyone other than Xavier in this lifetime. "Marlene, you have no idea how much Xav has changed." Jeana covered her face in distress.

“Terra Seca will burn to its foundations. And I’ll be here to blow on the ashes.” “And your reward?” the man reminded her, his voice smooth as poisoned silk. “Dawson doesn’t forget his friends. The agreed amount, deposited in an account in the Caymans. Far from this… place.” “This place,” Marlene replied, looking around at the dark, dusty room and the faded photographs of a family that no longer existed, “stopped being my home a long time ago. It belonged to Joseph. All I want is enough money to disappear and never look back.”

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍