The Heiress Revenge: A Deal With Marcus Novels & Stories

I imagined taking him to the edge where he would not even know how he died. Hailey was still smiling. The smile did a trick. It softened her face. For a moment she looked less like an enemy and more like something else. Not harmless. “Out.” I glared at Marcus. Marcus winked like a child. “You’ll survive. Just don’t drink the orange soup.” He then bowed like a clown, dramatic and loud, then left with a whistle. I watched him go. I watched the door close. The sound felt clean. A memory flashed in my head then. Old reports. Files. A voice in my ear months ago telling me of her father’s secret dealings, and here they were with a marriage deal.

“I want to see the look on his face when he realizes I still have my wolf… it’ll be the last thing he ever sees before I rip his heart out.” Marcus frowned, concern flashing across his features. “I know you’re angry, and he deserves to die for what he’s done, but you need to calm down, Dee. We’re only here to annul the marriage contract. Making him pay comes later, and I promise you, he’ll get what’s coming.” His words seemed to reach her. Her shoulders relaxed slightly, and she turned away, choosing silence over another outburst. Marcus watched her, his chest tightening painfully. It hurt to see her this way, so full of anger and longing for revenge. But no matter how much she wanted blood,

Roman (Past) “He won’t give up unless we give him something,” Marcus said. “He wants every potential threat eliminated. He won’t stop hunting until he believes the heiress is dead.” “Then give him something. A body.” “I’ll make arrangements and see if we can find a dead girl who shares the heiress’s features. That should convince him to call off the hunt.” “Good.” Erica reappeared a moment later, this time carrying her luggage. “I need this sorted once and for all before the weekend,” I said, ending the call with Marcus. I finally turned to face her fully.

That man was now standing in my bedroom, having saved me from Julian’s cruelty. “But… why?” I asked again, my voice trembling with confusion. “You’re his rival. Why would you help me?” Marcus’s expression grew serious, the earlier softness hardening into something determined. He leaned forward slightly, and his next words were quiet, deliberate, and they changed everything. “Because, Sienna,” he said, his stormy eyes locking onto mine, “I didn’t just save you from him yesterday. I’ve been waiting to save you from him for a very long time.”

Tonight was the official engagement dinner of Zade Russo and Sylvie Wilfred that was organized by Zade. The room glowed in gold. Chandeliers spilled warm light across marble floors, and a string quartet played softly near the stage. Not so many guests but a blend of elites, business partners, and the ever-hungry press filled the room. The cameras loved it. They loved her, the heiress with the striking eyes and the perfect, practiced smile. They loved him, the young mafia boss turned businessman, elegant in his tailored suit with his hand resting lightly on her waist as if she belonged there.

"Mr. Hurlington, I don't understand what you want. I reiterate this is my matter. Please do not argue any more beyond your line." "Be my wife for one year. I will help you take revenge on those two traitors." Victoria's heartbeat again accelerated in pumping blood. She stared at the man in front of her, whose expression had not changed. Maverick held out a hand, signaling he wasn't playing with his words. "Let's make the deal." "What makes you want that from me?" asked Victoria confused. "You probably already know how bad my relationship with your fiancé is. I have the same goal as you. Destroying Alden Benedict to be the one."

“Let's just get back inside or I’ll kill you in seconds.” I shake my head. “I wonder what's with you that Reign likes.” We walk through the giant doorway and people. “That was harsh, Stella,” Marco says. “I was just kidding, you fool,” I say. When we get back to the table, Marco assists his girlfriend to the raised platform and then Reign starts to thank everybody that’s come on her special day. She also tells the crowd that she didn't allow us to bring her gift because she doesn't need one. That's when she inserts that she’s already received the gift she’d long wished to have — my cousin. O God. Marco looks like a puppy blushing on the stage beside Reign who’s just smiling and nudging him,

I can't help the glare that sets on my face but he doesn't seem to notice. "I'm here, now let Marcus go," I say lowly, trying to use my Dom voice on him. He laughs and rolls his eyes, stepping closer to me. "You didn't think I'd actually let him go did you? I need both of you to be my slaves," he tells me. "We aren't your slaves," Marcus says with a raspy voice. He doesn't look good, there's still dried blood on him and his lips look dry like he hasn't had anything to drink.

I started the car, and zoomed off with one destination in mind- my penthouse. Throughout the ride, Inez didn’t say a word. But I caught her stealing glances at me at intervals, and it made me feel good. Inez Frednand Turner, the heiress and only daughter of the most powerful family in the entire continent of Europe was back. And even if she had no memories of the past- even if she had no idea that I was her fiancé before the accident- I was fine with it. She was back, and that was the most important part. Now I had the mission to find out who caused the accident eighteen years ago.