Subtitle: Revenge To Her Nemesis[THE SLOWBURN SERIES BOOK2]~"I cannot fake a care for you, sweetheart," He stroked her chin, catching the strand of tears that rolled down her face. "You laid your bed, and now you must lie."~Markris's world falls apart one day, triggering the monster in him. That one day, the woman he is set to marry stands him up on the altar, and his mother also returns. He tells himself he has been too lenient, and it's time to show the devil within him. After a month, Lorena, his runaway bride, returns to him, and they finally get married.Markris is a man of his word, and he has vowed to make her life miserable. How far can a psychopath assert vengeance on the woman who bruised his ego? How much can Lorena take before she reaches her breaking point?A whirlwind of love, betrayal, power, lust, and drama tests the relationship between these two powerful dynasties, leaving casualties behind.
The cool breeze of the night blew gently, creating a calming effect. The stars were out to play in their shiny glory, and so was the full moon. The smell of freshly baked cookies, carried by the breeze, circulated the whole environment. Children gathered in a circle in readiness to display the joys of their innocence. Two big burn fires, together with the moon and stars, were the source of light for that night.Lorena Cicero came out of a room with a big tray of cookies. Signora Pallas followed behind her with a gallon of freshly squeezed juice. Finally, Izzo and Tatiana stepped out with cups in their hands."My loves," Lorena smiled, creating a space between the kids to get to the table at the circle's center. "We've brought treats." She said, gently placing the tray on the table.She turned around, collected the drink from Signora Pallas's hands, and placed it gently beside the table."Izzo, Tati? Pass the plates and cups around." She said, gently pushing them forward.She watched
"You're still not done?" Jorginho barged into the room while Markris was dressing up.He whipped his head around, a frown plastered on his handsome face. "Don't you understand the concept of knocking?" He hissed, struggling with his tie."We finally have an opportunity to land our biggest client since the del Monte group, and you're being so nonchalant." He shook his head."At this point, Jorge, these companies should be glad I look their way," He loosened the tie and threw it on the bed. " This won't do." He muttered under his breath and moved back to his closet."Doesn't make this less important. The Markris I used to know took his business very seriously. What's changed?" His brow lifted, with wrinkled lines appearing on his forehead."The Markris you used to know?" He snickered, shifting through the different ties in his closet. "What even is that?" He spotted one with blue stripes, al and instantly knew it was the one to wear."Don't act like I'm talking just to talk," Tired of s
Lorena sauntered into Signora Pallas's office with just one mission in mind. She needed to know she was not the only one feeling like her father was crossing the line now. She knocked on the door and pushed it open without waiting for a response."Lorena?" Signora Pallas said raising her head off and shifting her reading glasses in place.Lorena sighed heavily and sat on the seat across from Signora Pallas. "I'm exhausted!" She announced, her hands finding their way to her forehead. "Tired.""What is it darling?" She asked, shifting the document she was working on to the side. "Is it the kids?"Lorena's eyes widened, and she sat up quickly. It felt like an offense to her person for anyone to even think she would ever be frustrated with the kids. Not when they were the only people keeping her sane right now. "Of course not," She waved it aside. "It's my father. It's always my father." She felt a twisted pain in her chest, at the sound of his name coming from her lips."What has he done
A car drove roughly into the Andino mansion, parking at the front of the house. Markris jumped down from the driver's seat, quickly shutting the door. As he walked to the living room, two men in black were already waiting by the door."Good afternoon, sir." They bowed."Yeah," He nodded and put a foot forward, but the men did not budge. "I don't know if you know this, but I'm trying to get into the house." He said, throwing a quick look between the two men."Uhmmm, sir," One of the men scratched his head as he looked to the other to bail him out. The other man threw his face away, not wanting to be caught in the middle. The first man sighed in defeat. "Your dad instructed us not to let anyone in." He finally said.Markris turned around as if someone was standing behind him. He turned back to face them, his face contorted. "How come the front gate was opened for me to come in then? And why the fuck do my father's instructions apply to me?""Sir...." The quiet one spoke when Markris sho
As early as 7 am, Lorena rose from her bed. She looked around her tiny room, compared to the rooms she was used to, and managed a weak smile. She had spent the last two days bawling her eyes out. Life didn't seem fair to her at all. When she thought she was fine going to be with the man she loved, her father strikes again.She felt a sting of tears at the corner of her eyes and inhaled deeply to stop it. "Not today," She whispered to herself. "The children need their cheerful, bubbly Lorena back."She didn't have a big mirror in her room, so she couldn't precisely Guage the extent of the damage she had done to herself. Sighing, she made her way to the even smaller bathroom. She couldn't complain, though. Signora Pallas had accepted her with open arms was enough for her. She took a quick bath because of the cold water and was out in no time. She quickly put on a free shirt and pants her sister had gotten for her, then tied her hair into a messy bun. She decided to trust her instinct t
"He's here!" Jorginho announced as Markris walked over to the table he shared with Hermes. "Do you guys do nothing asides from drinking?" He hissed, taking a seat. From their position at the secluded spot in the bar, they could see everyone, but only the ones closer could see them. He used that opportunity to look around, grateful they were not too many people in the bar."But you're out, yeah?" Jorginho said, pouring him a shot. "Here." He handed it over to Markris, who hesitated for a minute before accepting the drink.He sighed and brought the drink to his lip. "Bad influences." He muttered under his breath before throwing his head back and downing the shot."That's what I'm talking about!" Jorginho drummed his fingers across the table while Hermes sat there, observing Markris. It was what he did best. He liked to gauge everything in his mind first before he spoke."Are you obsessed with me?" He suddenly turned to face Hermes.Hermes scoffed. "You wish. I was just curious as to wh
Markris drove to one of his properties he barely ever used. It was too far away from his workplace, and he didn't like the building itself. Jorginho had suggested he sell it, and he was going to. For now, he employed a caretaker for the home until he was ready to sell."Where are you taking me to?" Danielle purred beside him. She stretched out her long hands and placed them carefully on his lap. He glanced at her quickly, and she giggled."Somewhere you'll like." He replied hoarsely. He shifted uncomfortably as she began to caress his thighs."Really? As much as I like you?" She tapped her fingers down his legs. "Or more?" She whispered, dragging her fingers slowly back up."Darling, I don't think it is possible to like anything more than me." He said breathlessly. The contrast between his heavy breathing and his cocky response would have made any other person mad, but it was what Danielle loved the most about him. Even in the heat of passion, he never lost his dominance. Still, she