All Chapters of Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lilianna »»»◈««« "Dad!" I exclaimed, genuinely surprised to see him. Lately, Marco hadn't given us much of a chance to even talk; he was always the one picking me up and dropping me off wherever I needed to be. "Lilianna," Kason greeted me with a smile as he stepped into my trailer. His smile faltered slightly, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the blonde wig I wore for the shoot. "They're just going to take off the makeup and then we'll leave," I told him as my wig stylist, Patrick, worked on removing the wig. I closed my eyes and relaxed as Patrick gently unfastened the clips at the back of my head, careful not to tug on my scalp. He then applied adhesive remover along my hairline, waiting for it to take effect before carefully peeling the wig away. Once the wig was free, Patrick placed it on a nearby stand and cleaned any remaining adhesive from my scalp, finishing with a soothing moisturizer. I let my hair loose, running a hand through it as it fell down my back. "I'll se

Marco »»»◈««« Myths held no place in my world. I dealt in facts. Sure, I had sometimes manipulated them to work in my favor or presented a biased version to get what I wanted, but I never pursued dreams or illusions. I stuck to what was real, even if I had to twist the truth to serve my purpose. It wasn't always easy, but it was necessary. Each move was calculated, each decision grounded in the hard facts that kept me alive and in control. I had learned early on that chasing dreams only led to disappointment and vulnerability, two things I couldn't afford. But with her, everything changed. Control was elusive, slipping through my fingers like smoke. My usual tactics failed, leaving me grasping at shadows. She was a puzzle I couldn’t solve, and for the first time in my life, uncertainty gnawed at the edges of my control. I tapped my Cartier pen on the table—the one she gifted me yesterday—staring out the window. The cityscape stretched before me, but my mind was elsewhere, tan

Lilianna »»»◈««« "Good morning," I said as I walked into the kitchen to find Marco drinking his coffee while using his laptop. He glanced my way, dressed smartly in his black suit. His hair, tousled yet neatly combed, framed his face, with a few strands rebelliously falling across his forehead, almost as if they were there to seduce me. I mean, who wakes up looking like they stepped out of a magazine cover? And I'm the one who does modeling for a living. "Good morning," he greeted, a gentle curve forming at the corners of his lips. "Good morning," another voice chimed in, catching me off guard. For a moment, I couldn't believe she was here, but there she stood—Anna Sterling, a spatula in her hand, clearly in the middle of cooking breakfast for my husband. My heart clenched as I took in the scene. Anna's blonde hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and she wore an apron over her casual clothes, looking far too comfortable in our kitchen. "Mrs. Moore was sick, so I gave he

Lilianna »»»◈««« He pulled back slowly, just enough for our lips to part, leaving only an inch between us. Our noses still touched, gently grazing against each other, while our foreheads remained pressed together. I inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. My eyes stayed closed, but I could feel his gaze fixed on me. One hand rested on the nape of his neck, fingers gently playing with the short hairs there, while the other clenched the fabric of his shirt tightly, grounding me in the moment. While his hand remained firm against my jaw, his thumb brushing softly against my cheek. The other hand gripped my hip possessively, drawing me closer. Every touch, every grip, felt charged with an intensity that made my heart race and my breath hitch. The warmth of his skin seeped through the thin layers of clothing. "This..." he whispered, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. We were out here in the middle of nowhere, with him pressing me against the side of his car. "This is why I left..." he co

Marco »»»◈««« "You can't change the facts," I stated firmly as we sat around the table—Niko, Armando, and I. "She's legally married to me. And if you want the boys, you'll have to ask them yourself. But I doubt they'll want to leave with you after your betrayal of their family for your personal gain. As their older sister, Lilianna has their custody." He glared at me. "This isn't what I wanted, you both know that!" Niko dismissed him with a wave. "We were in the middle of a war. Do you really think I cared about what you wanted? I handed you half their territory on a silver platter. Lilianna belongs to the Costellos now. Any claim you had over her ended the night we took her." Armando's eyes flashed with anger. "I restrained my men. Without that, winning this war would have been a far greater challenge for you." I offered him a smug grin. "Perhaps it would have taken longer, but victory was inevitable, Armando." "She wants to leave with me," he declared confidently, but I coul