The Heiress Revenge: A Deal With Marcus Novels & Stories

We put our glasses of wine onto the center table, then begin undressing each other. He flips me on the sofa, spreads my legs and thrusts himself inside of me. His movements are aggressive, but fills me with pleasure that I’m hoping Marius can give me one day. As I stare at his face, I can’t help but to imagine it as Marius’. When we reach our climax, he withdraws and releases his seeds onto my chest. And with that, our second deal is sealed. Reve and I appear together at a gala night orchestrated by the countries’ richest jeweler. As expected, the reporters chase us, especially me.

“Jana. What are you doing in my office again?” She smirked and leaned against my desk. “I came with something useful. A deal.” I stared at her blankly. She crossed her legs. “If you agree, I’ll tell you who plotted Amelia’s attack.” I straightened. “What deal?” She smiled and dropped her purse on my desk. “Simple. I want us to act like a couple. For the media. You go on the news and publicly state that you and Amelia are no longer together and that you’re back with me.”

Her words faded into the quiet air, her fist clenching as a thousand thoughts echoed in her mind. "Done?" a voice asked suddenly.She turned to see Damien, his gaze already fixed on her. "Is something bothering you?" he asked, noticing her expression. "Victor and Sophia bought an estate," she said slowly. "I find myself… interested in it." He chuckled. “Interested… or envious?" "Neither," she said firmly. "They just don’t deserve it." Damien said nothing. Instead, he pulled out his phone and made a call. "Find the owner of the estate Victor purchased," he ordered. "Tell them I’ll pay double. If they refuse, triple it." He ended the call without hesitation.

I removed her hands from my jacket and looked into her eyeballs feigning annoyance. “Don’t you understand all I had said at the night of the party enough or you are just proving to be adamant?” “Leonard, are you just going to dispose of me just like that” she scoffed. ”You just treat me like this. Do you know I had to leave one of my modeling deal I had gotten in London just to come back for you.” she continued. “Why are you playing the victim out of a sudden? Did you not just date me only for my money and then leave me later on after using me.”

“And this… this is my revenge.” “Revenge for what?” Max’s jaw tightened. “You don’t need to know that.” Marcus tilted his head slightly, studying him. “That’s convenient,” I muttered. Marcus ignored me and continued. “If he doesn’t get the girl he likes…” he paused, his gaze settling on me for a second longer than necessary, “…then I win.” The words landed wrong. This was twisted. And petty. I let out a short laugh. “That’s it? That’s your grand revenge? Making sure Chase doesn’t end up with me?”

“Oh, do you? Because it seems to me that you’re letting that woman cloud your judgment. Announcing a deal like that in public without consulting me first? You’re acting recklessly, Marcus.” Marcus slammed his glass down on the table, the sound echoing through the room. “I don’t need your permission to make decisions!” he yelled, his voice thunderous. Odessa’s lips pressed into a thin line, her composure cracking for the first time. “You’re losing focus,” she hissed. “This isn’t about you. This is about the family. About our revenge. You’re jeopardizing everything we’ve worked for because you’re too distracted by that woman.” Marcus laughed bitterly, running a hand through his hair. “You thin

Clare Haistings gives me a hug, her sweet perfume filling up my nostrils. It makes me want to vomit. “Hey twin.are you enjoying the party?”she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Everyone is enjoying themselves and the presents look really good, our guests really outdid themselves”she gushes. Her sparkly dress shimmers every time she moves. And the ruby red necklace she is doning looks amazing on top of her cleavage. She looks perfect.

"Ha, the heir? The heir who's locked outside? If you don't pay us today, you can forget about keeping your life!" The enforcer turned to Isabella. "That includes you!" Isabella went pale with terror and pointed at me on the steps. "She's the mafia Principessa! She has money!" Marco's eyes darted around before he said decisively, "She's my fiancee! You should collect from her! Now that she's the mafia heiress, this amount is nothing to her!" I stopped in my tracks, pulled out that thin document from my purse, and handed it coldly to the debt collector. "Here. This is a Severance Agreement.