The Heiress Revenge: A Deal With Marcus Novels & Stories

POPULAR CEO OF GLAMOUR TIZ AND COMPANIES SET TO MARRY THE ONLY HEIRESS TO THE LANCASTER GROUP OF COMPANIES–SOPHIA LANCASTER. Stretching out the tablet to Marcus, “Why did you think Sophia rejected me?” “I have no idea,” Marcus answered. “Am I not good enough? Is that why she dumped me?” “I doubt it,” Marcus replied with his eyes still fixed on the tablet he was holding. “You are every lady's dream. And they will kill to have you,” Marcus answered. Just as he said that, my confidence came crashing back as the driver pulled over at the parking lot. I didn’t even wait for Marcus to get the door before I left, exhausted.

Meg stepped forward, her eyes ablaze with righteous fury. Silence consumed the office, and officer Gabby was left in a state of dilemma. He once heard that the heiress of the Song family is heartless and cold. Could he risk his life just for a cheap penny? “Didn't you hear her?” Enzo yelled dangerously. “I… I….he stammered. He felt his gut wrench as Enzo snapped his fingers. And before you know it. Hefty, dangerous men walked in. “I will speak, I will speak”. He could feel his own ragged breathing as he pleaded silently.

“Looks very convincing.” Next headline. “Harry: The New Face of House Valemont.” The corners of my mouth twitch downward as I grip the glossy edge tighter. Then another one. “Dead Heiress, Fled with Secret Lover.” I look up, and Chase is sprawled on the couch now, legs up, watching silently. I turn back to the stack and begin flipping through the pages of the magazine, the images and words bleeding together—until one headline punches me in the gut: “Heiress Whore.”

She wanted to hate him, and lash out at him as she usually did. But as a businesswoman, she couldn't deny that Vanguard's resources were the only thing that can save Delacroix right now. She had been too excited for the rescue partnership deal that breaking it off now seemed like a dumb thing to do. She could really use a powerful man like him on her side.

They were going to tear each other apart in the lobby of a skyscraper, and I was going to have a front-row seat. I felt a vibration in my pocket. It was a text from a blocked number. The port deal is real. You were right. Meet me at the gala on Friday. Dress to kill. - A I looked at the message and smiled. The monster was moving. The mistress was falling. And Marcus? Marcus was about to find out that the "pushover" he pushed off a roof had finally pushed back. I went to the kitchen and finished my coffee. It tasted better than any champagne I had ever had.

The monster who had destroyed two families. "You're being unreasonable, Kael." "I'm being protective. There's a difference." "Not to me." Kael's hand tightened on his knife. "State your business, Marcus. Or leave." Marcus looked at me again. His eyes were different now. Not cold. Hungry. Like I was something he wanted to eat. "I want to make a deal," he said. "No." "You haven't heard it yet." "I don't need to." "Kael—" "I said no."

‎ ‎“Do you, Lila Quinn, take Ren Banks to be your husband?” ‎ ‎“I do,” she said loudly, tears shining in her eyes. ‎ ‎Then he turned to me. ‎ ‎“And do you, Ren Banks, take Lila Moreau to be your wife?” ‎ ‎The church fell silent. Lila touched my cheek, faking love, trying to get me to answer. The touch irritated me so much, thinking back to the betrayal and lack of remorse.....such thick skin people. At last, something inside me finally snapped. ‎

She forcefully removed its hands clasped around him. "Liar! You just used me for your own interest! You thought, I would never know the truth that you can like me, because I will inherit. But as you know, I was adopted! And Nathalie is the real heiress. You ignored me Steven. You don't know how much that hurts me," Her tears whispered. The pain she had long forgotten just returned. The pain to think that he could just marry her. Just because of the money. It released him a hug. She faced again. Their faces are close together.

Vivienne’s icy gaze measured Adrielle like a diamond being appraised, sharp and unyielding. “I’ve heard the rumors,” Vivienne said, her voice smooth but edged with steel. “The heiress who lost everything, then vanished.” Adrielle met her stare evenly. “I’m here to reclaim what’s mine.” Vivienne’s smile was thin, calculating. “Bold. Dangerous. I like it. But this city doesn’t give up its secrets easily. You’ll need more than fire.” Lucien stepped forward, his presence a silent warning. “We’re prepared to play your game.”

Then she said, "Do you want to talk to Marcus? He's good at figuring things out." "No time. I have to go down." "Jezza, wait." Gina caught her arm. "If something feels wrong, trust that feeling. Mom always says women's instincts are usually right." "Your mom says a lot of things." "This time she might be telling the truth." --- The ballroom was full of New York's richest people. Crystal chandeliers threw light across silk dresses and expensive suits. Everyone looked perfect. Everyone smiled and laughed and drank champagne. But something felt wrong about all of it.