"What did you say?" Marcus asked, straining to make out his wife's expression in the dark room. Ameyah crossed her arms and let out a hiss. "You heard me, you loser," she said, her voice tinged with disgust. "I want a divorce." Marcus’s eyes widened, he tried to touch her but she flinched. "You can't be serious," he said, his voice shaking. But the look in Ameyah's eyes told him that she was dead serious. Marcus looked at Ameyah, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Do I look like I'm joking?" she said, her eyes blazing with anger. "I'm done with this hell of a marriage." She shook her head, her hands clenched into fists. "I don't want to live with you anymore." Marcus was at a loss for words. He had thought their marriage was strong, that they had built a solid foundation together. But now, it seemed like all of that was crumbling to dust. "But...why?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.In response to his question, Ameyah flung a stack of papers at him, the papers flutt

Owen's fury boiled over as he watched the scene unfold before him. How dare they crash his car? This was not what he needed right now. He had been having some business issues lately, and he didn't have the money to fix this car. He had just bought it with the last of his savings, and although his father was rich, he wouldn't be willing to buy him another one. Owen strode over to the SUV, banging on the window with all his might, but he got no reply, which piqued his anger."Hey!" he yelled. "Open up!" The window rolled down, and the person inside was revealed. Owen was struck dumb. The woman's emerald eyes glinted with amusement. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The woman finally broke the silence, her voice cool and collected. "May I help you?" she asked, her voice cold."I just wanted to make sure you're alright," he lied, trying to impress the woman. She looked at him, her face still cool and calm. There was no trace o

Sandra's expression darkened as she heard the door open and saw Marcus walk in. She knew he was trouble, and that was the reason why she hates being extra nice to her employee and now he was here to ask for an extra bonus or wants to have an affair with her. She never knew he had taken the show downstairs, earlier to heart. Without thinking, she let out a sharp, "Get out!" But Marcus didn't move. He just stood there, his hands tucked into his pockets, a small smirk playing on his lips. It was too much. She lost it. "You fucking heard me! Get the fuck out of my office!" Marcus took a step forward, and she felt her anger rise to new heights and then Marcus dropped an envelope on the desk.Sandra was confused, then she glanced at the envelope on her desk. "What's this?" she asked, her voice tense. "See for yourself," Marcus replied, his tone calm and steady. She looked down at the envelope and hesitated. What if it was something ridiculous. She was about to open it when she sto

Chapter seven.Treasure!!!“Thank you,” Sandra mumbled as she ended the call. She was still in doubt, her heart was beating as she scrolled through her computer. She clicked on her account balance, lo and behold the money had reflected on her account balance. Likewise, she blinked her eyes severally and her gaze moved to Marcus, who was enjoying her discomfort.“Who the fuck are you?” She asked, her voice laced with confusion.Marcus smiled standing up, “That should not be your problem dear,” he said, teasing her. “When are we going to the court to register our marriage?” He asked.“Huh?” She muttered, her jaw dropped.Marcus let out a laugh, and he moved closer to Sandra, he leaned towards her ear. “Our marriage, Or have you forgotten our deal, darling wife,” Marcus said, taunting her.Sandra tried to speak, but her mouth felt like it was full of cotton. She couldn't comprehend the words that Marcus was saying. All she could think about was the man standing in front of her. This coul

“Do you want more?” Owen asked Amayah as she devoured her chicken pie. She shook her head indicating ‘No’ and Owen nodded.Amayah and Owen were at the police station waiting for Marcus. Amayah was the impatient one, she could not wait to deal with Marcus and showed him who was the real boss. The fact that Katherine had humiliated her in front of everyone was what was hurting Amayah.“Do you need anything, sir?” A police man asked if possible, this was the hundredth time he was asking this question.“No, if I need anything, I would call you,” Owen responded, nonchalantly and the policeman nodded, bowing slightly.“Sir, we promise to make that man what is his name again?” The policeman asked.“Loser Marcus,” one of his colleagues answered, and they all burst into laughter.“We will avenge, sir. If he doesn't pay, we will lock him up,” the first policeman said, and his colleague nodded his head in support.“We both know he won't have money to pay,” another chimed in, laughing, and Owen c