Marco's heart

Marcus narrowed his eyes, his expression morphing into a mix of disbelief and anger. He glanced at Elijah, who stood beside me, his face etched with confusion. I could see the wheels turning in Marcus's mind, trying to make sense of the situation.

"Well, Samantha," Marcus sneered, "I didn't expect you to stoop so low." His voice dripped with disdain.

I swallowed hard, pushing down the guilt that threatened to consume me. This lie was necessary – a desperate attempt to protect Elijah from Marcus's wrath. I had learned Marcus manipulate and control those around him before. But today, I had made up my mind. No longer would I allow him to hurt the people I cared about.

Elijah's grip tightened around my hand, providing me with the strength I needed. "Why don't you just leave us alone, Marcus?" he shot back defiantly.

But suddenly, Marco's voice echoed through the air, catching both our attention. We turned to see him sprinting towards us, with Lydia close behind. My brows furrowed in disap