Novel & Cerita The Heiress Revenge: A Deal With Marcus

"It wasn't yours to begin with," Marcus said coldly. "If you want it, you'll have to marry me." Heather's anger boiled over. She stepped out of the car, her voice trembling with fury. "I promise you, Marcus, I will have my revenge somehow." She tossed the keys at his feet and walked away, her heart heavy with a low charged determination. She hailed a cab and directed the driver to Camille's apartment. Camille, the sweet girl who had taken her in a month ago, had no idea of the turmoil Heather was facing.

She glanced up, caught my eye, and waved; a small, elegant gesture that carried more weight than any shout. I set my glass down and descended the stairs, weaving through the gamblers and dealers. She waited at the bottom, smiling as if we were old friends meeting for drinks. “Marcello,” she said, voice smooth. “You look well.” “You don’t look bad, what do you want, Maria?” She tilted her head backwards, the smile never fading. “I have a deal for you. One that could change everything.”

"What do you want, Marcus?" "Can't a man congratulate his brother on his wedding day?" Marcus wandered to the bar, helping himself to Alexander's scotch with the entitlement of someone who had never been denied anything. "Though I must say, Isabella Martinez is a surprising choice. Antonio's daughter? That's either poetic justice or spectacularly bad judgment." Alexander remained statue-still. "If you have a point, get to it." "Direct as ever," Marcus sighed, settling into an armchair as if he owned the place. "Very well. I'm here to offer you a deal."

His hand brushed my back, a subtle reassurance that I was where I belonged. The introductions began. Marcus spoke first, his voice smooth, carrying the authority of a man used to being obeyed, respected, and feared. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, glancing at me, “tonight, I present someone who is no longer a shadow in the world. Julia DeCavalcante is under my protection and partnership. She will stand with me, and her position is to be recognized, respected, and unchallenged.” A ripple ran through the hall. Shock. Curiosity. Apprehension. Calculations. I caught more than one wealthy guest stiffening, a few businessmen exchanging subtle, worried glances.

But the moment I kissed her, I lost the luxury of pretending she was just another employee, another pawn in my game. Mara Vance had become a complication. And I hated complications. Yet here I was, waiting. The Cole Suite gleamed around me, every detail sharp and intentional. The Bordeaux had been decanted two hours ago. The chef had been flown in because I trusted no one else with tonight’s performance. Even the flickering candles were placed with precision, their light designed to cast her in a glow that would make her skin look like porcelain and her eyes even more defiant. Because that was what I wanted tonight, not submission. Defiance.

Selena’s POV Mrs. Ashford moved forward a step, her hand trembling at her side, like she wanted to slap me and knew she couldn’t. “You think your little victory with the Harringtons gives you power over us?” Theo said then, stepping forward. “You’re still an ex-convict. You’re nothing but a placeholder until the real heir steps up.” I turned my gaze to him slowly. “And who would that be, Theo? You?” I let out a cold laugh. “You couldn’t land the deal. I did. And it was my name they stamped on that contract.”

Yet they still wanted to use this method to get revenge for Josie. I looked pleadingly at Marcus, trying to explain: "Marcus, please believe me, I didn't..." I'd never even seen that necklace before. Josie immediately said pitifully: "Forget it, Marcus. Sister Catherine is a noble lady after all. Someone of my status is naturally destined to be bullied. Don't make her unhappy because of me..." Marcus's initially hesitant expression instantly turned cold and hard. He took Josie's hand and said coolly: "Unhappy? She did something dirty—what right does she have to be unhappy?"

I start. Tessa frowns, “ What's that supposed to mean?” She asks but I can already see she knows the direction of our conversation. “ I made a deal with Marcus.” I reveal. Tessa's eyes widen with surprise then worry fills them. " A deal? What kind of a deal Camilla? You know Marcus is a monster,how could you make such a reckless decision?" Tessa asks with panic. Reckless decision? I didn't make a reckless decision,I made the right one. A decision that would save the man she loves but I won't tell her that.

If she ever found out he was trying to reverse the deal she orchestrated, the consequences would be far greater than just a broken home. Inside, the mansion was as grand as he remembered. Polished floors gleamed under the chandelier's low light, and the scent of cigar smoke and aged wood lingered in the air. A butler led him without a word to the drawing room, where Dante sat by the window, legs crossed, a glass of dark liquor in hand. The man didn’t rise when Mark entered—he didn’t need to. “You came,” Dante said, not looking up. Mark stepped forward, holding out the satchel. “The money. Every cent you were owed.”

And simultaneously, the profound, staggering relief of his emotional distance saves me from completely suffocating. I hate that it does both. "Good morning," Mara says. Her voice cuts cleanly through the thick tension. "Your ex husband Marcus, has been incredibly busy while you were occupied." I walk over to the console, standing a safe three feet away from Luca. "What did he do?" Mara taps her keyboard. A massive, glaring digital tabloid cover fills the central monitor. The headline screams in bold, aggressive letters. "ROMANOV HEIRESS ACCUSED OF THEFT, FLEES TO MAFIA ARMS."