Novel & Cerita Star And Marco Fanfiction

"Well, Rocco was married to Sarah. Rocco Salvadore was like Marco. Head of his own mafia under the Cosa Nostra, he wanted Marco to fail and used his sister to try to achieve it. Of course, though, Rocco was quickly murdered. His wife ran as she had lured Hannah to her death." Why are you hiding something, Marco? "Has Marco mentioned me or anything?" I look at her, waiting. "Just you're his guest. He wants to ensure you're protected and happy while you're here. Although whispers say, he likes you more than his typical guest." She giggles slightly. "Do you have a boyfriend?" She points at the ring. Rolling my eyes, I take it off and throw it onto the side, her eyes widening. "Not anymore." "Be

Rebecca was trying to protest, but Marco held his hand up dismissing it. "It's not up for debate, I want you all to myself and no more hide and seek, we aren't kids and I'm too old for that. I don't want you near any man else, and I don't think you would like the consequences if I find out you are being unfaithful to me," Marco said, pressing a kiss to the side of her lips.

Knowing Marco, he'll put up a fight but no matter what happens, I won't back down. She's mine. She will always be mine. ****************************************************

I watched my brother closely, the sunlight streaming through the window behind him, casting soft shadows across his face. Despite the shadows, he seemed bright, almost glowing with a quiet happiness or maybe something else entirely. Was he truly happy, or was he caught up in some kind of illusion, maybe even brainwashed by love? “Are you sure about this?” I asked Marco, softening my voice to approach the topic carefully. “You’ve never been a fan of Isa from the start, and now, out of nowhere, you think it’s wise to settle down with Cleo?” “You chose to sleep with the devil,” Marco said, raising a hand to stop me from interrupting him, his voice firm.

"I have been secretly hiding on the West Coast all these years. The only thing that kept me alive was the thought of our future. How could I stand by and watch you play the doting wife to my crippled brother?" I scoffed and replied, "A future with me? You nearly killed me. We don't have a future together." Marco grabbed my shoulders and shouted. "Listen to me! The enemy has killed Leonora. Once I get rid of Romolo and become the Santis family's Don, we can go anywhere we want and start over." "Start over? You pushed me into the abyss, Marco. You!" I hissed. Marco leaned in to kiss me. He wouldn't let go even after I bit down on his lip.

I told him, trying to get him to be serious. “Be expecting more of these, so get used it.” His nose skimming my nape. “I'm starved, I need to have you.” Marco place an open mouth kiss on my neck, I shudder in pure bliss. I didn't get to reply before pulled me along with him.

He just sat there, calm as ever. And that calm? Way more terrifying. Marco was in love, he would give the one the whole world. But once he was done? He'd let the world burn down without blinking. I reached for the door. It wouldn't open. "Marco," I said, trying to stay steady. He just stared at me. Voice smooth. "Ree, let's stop this. Let's just be together." Is he a psycho? The standoff finally cracked with a call from the police.

**DANTE** Marco was waiting in my apartment when I got back from Sofia's casino. He sat in my chair, drinking my whiskey, looking like he was deciding whether to kill me or just break a few bones. "You put your hands on a Santoro at a peace talk." He said it quietly. That's how I knew he was furious. Marco only got quiet when he was ready to do violence. "I saw the ring." "I don't care if you saw God himself. You don't sabotage years of planning because you can't control yourself." He stood up. "I should cut you loose right now."

And she was wrapped in Stefano’s arms. Tomorrow, she will figure it out. But tonight, she lay still, pretending the world outside that bed wasn’t as complicated as it truly was. The silence of the penthouse grew thicker as the night wore on. Outside, the waves rolled quietly against the cliffs, a distant rhythm to the storm within her. In another room, Marco stood by the window, staring into the dark sea. His jaw was clenched. His fists tightened at his sides. He had made a promise to claim what he desires, and he would keep it.

And Nicole begins to like him. One evening, as Marco insisted to accompany her to her home. "Is it possible to court you?" Marco whispered to Nicole. Nicole was surprised because even she like how good Marco was to her, she is still lingering the pain of her relationship with Louie. "Look Marco, I don't have any intentions right now to answer that, it is clear with you that what Louie and I have doesn't have any closure yet and I know it is quite unfair for you. Let us be friends for now until I get have the chance to talk to Louie." Nicole responded to Marco. They've been so quiet until they reach the Nicole's home. It is obvious the awkwardness as they bid goodbye to each other.