The Heiress Revenge: A Deal With Marcus Mga Nobela at Kwento

"He and Ms. Vivian had a falling out a few months ago over a business deal. She considers him an opponent. He will approach you at the dinner and behave as though everything is fine." She paused. "She usually responded to him by being very pleasant and giving him absolutely nothing." I nodded. "I can do that." Maria looked at me with one of her careful looks. "I know," she said. And somehow the way she said it carried the clear implication that she was finding this version of Vivian Salvatore not particularly surprising. That she had suspected, from early on, that there was more under the surface than was visible.

I'll make sure she gets the justice she deserves, for being framed for a crime she didn't commit and if I come to find out that her stupid father and his cunning wife were responsible for it, I'll make sure they are punished severely. That's a promise. Not just any lame promise. It was one that I plan to fulfil no matter what happens. “How sure are you about this?” Marcus's voice tore me away from my thoughts and that was when I realised that he was still on the call. I almost forgot about his existence. “I'll speak with you later, man. I have some unfinished business.” I announced and before he could protest, I ended the call.

She’s leaking it, Lila realized. "Look at him, Adrian!" Linda cried. "Is this the 'masterpiece' you wanted? A woman whose heart belongs to a bankrupt loser?" Marcus broke through the first line of security, stumbling toward the glass table. "There is no deal! Not until you admit you're mine!" A guard slammed Marcus into the edge of the table. The glass rattled, and a crystal carafe shattered, soaking the corner of the trillion-dollar merger. Zayed stepped back, his face a mask of absolute fury.

Then, as if a realization suddenly struck him, Marcus slapped his thigh and turned to glare at Stephen. "Wait a minute—don’t tell me the heiress of the Rivers family is the very same woman you once told me you want to marry?" Stephen’s expression darkened even further. Though he still said nothing, his silence spoke volumes. Marcus stared at him, his face twisted in disbelief. He then let out a deep sigh, shaking his head. "What a disaster!"

Michael continued fuming. Marcus breathed through his teeth and slammed the table. “You think you are the only one that has it rough here?” He stood up and pointed at Michael. “You think you are the only one that has it rough? I have to endure this because of you! If you never broke up with her, none of this would have happened!” Marcus walked away from the table and brought out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. “Oh, now you blame me? Excuse me, I wasn’t the one that made a deal with the devil! If you were competent enough, this wouldn’t have happened. She wouldn’t be using the company to attack me,” Michael retorted.

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"Your Honor, my son has suffered so much! He married her, and for five years, our family practically took care of her for nothing!" What? Wiping her tears, she said, "This woman is so deceitful! When she married my son, she hid that she was the heiress of Shalton Group, making my son endure hardship with her. Now that my son's in trouble, she walks away. How is that fair?" What? Emily said, "Exactly! She spent extravagantly during the marriage. I know she has handbags worth millions, which should count as marital property and must be divided!" What?

He had walked in knowing he had already won. I hated that. But I hated being played even more. I set my glass down, the soft clink breaking the silence. My fingers stilled against the table. Taylor wasn’t worth burning for. I met Marcus’s gaze, my decision made. “You’ve got yourself a deal.” Marcus extended his hand. I took it, my grip firm. The deal was done. As I walked back to my car, a feeling of unease wrapped around me. Had I made the wrong move?

“Here, consider it a thank you for your help.” I fold my arms, glaring at him. “I’m not that kind of woman. Get that out of my face.” He laughs again, adding more bills to the stack. “Let me sweeten the deal, then.” Before I can react, Helena steps in and twists his wrist. He cries out in pain, “Oh, no! Stop!” Helena releases him after a few seconds, and he rubs his wrist, his face pale. “Do you know who I am?!” he shouts.

Only after that would everything become irreversible. He exhaled slowly. And made a quiet decision. Not to rush. But to tighten control around all remaining variables. And at the estate, Isabella slept peacefully that night, unaware that her world was now being shaped from both sides, One protecting her presence. One wanting her removed. And both closing in slowly around the same center.