As Owen groaned in satisfaction, he callously tossed Amayah aside and stood up, adjusting his trouser.“Get yourself together and clean this room,” he spat out rudely, not even looking at her. Amayah nodded silently, her eyes welling up with tears as she watched him walk away. The door slammed shut behind him, and she finally allowed herself to release the pent-up emotions, burying her face in the pillow to muffle a loud, anguished scream. Tears streamed down her face as she let out all the pain and hurt he had just inflicted upon her.Here's a rephrased version with some minor adjustments for clarity and flow:Amayah's mind raced in disbelief, 'How could Owen be such a monster in human form?' She screamed again, her fists hitting her temples in anguish. 'This was rape!' she thought, her body trembling with horror. She felt a deep sense of regret for leaving Marcus, who had never disrespected her or forced himself on her. 'Marcus would never do this,' she thought, remembering the

Marcus' eyes blazed with fury as he slammed Amayah against the wall, his grip on her arms tightening. "Who's child did you abort?" he growled, his voice low and menacing. Amayah's eyes widened in fear, her smile gone, as she struggled to free herself from his grasp. "Let me go, Marcus!" she spat, her voice trembling. But Marcus held firm, his anger and possessiveness boiling over. "Tell me, Amayah! Whose child was it? Mine or Owen's?" he snarled, his face inches from hers.Amayah's eyes welled up with tears as she struggled to speak, her voice trembling. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, her swallow hard betraying her nervousness. Marcus' anger exploded, his face reddening. "Do I look like a joke to you?!" he thundered, his eyes blazing. "Tell me, whose child are you carrying?!" he barked, his voice echoing through the compound. With a surge of adrenaline, Amayah pushed Marcus aside and slapped him, her hand leaving a stinging mark on his cheek. "Are

Amayah's eyes fluttered open, and she groggily took in her surroundings. She struggled to sit up, disoriented and confused. "Where am I?" she mumbled, her voice weak and shaky. Owen rushed to her side, trying to help her up. "Here, darling, let me assist you," he said, but Amayah flinched at his touch, her eyes wide with fear. Owen looked around, noticing that the nurse was distracted and not paying attention. He let out a sigh and tried to reassure Amayah, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you that hard." But Amayah remained silent, her heart racing with fear. She didn't know how to react or what to make of her surroundings. Owen's presence only seemed to heighten her anxiety. "It's fine," Amayah said softly, her voice barely audible. She couldn't shake off the feeling of fear. If Owen could hit her hard enough to knock her out, what else was he capable of? She swallowed hard, trying to push the thought away. Owen stared at her, his eyes filled with a mix of concern. But

"Damn it," Marcus muttered, and Katherine asked, "What's wrong?" He turned to face her, his expression grave. "I just received a message from Sandra, the Tycoon Lord's two. He's requested an urgent meeting with them." Katherine's eyes widened in alarm. "I don't know if I'm the only one who thinks this is bad, very..." Marcus nodded in agreement, his face set in a worried scowl. "This is very bad." He tried calling Sandra, but it went straight to voicemail, and he let out a frustrated hiss. "Why now?" he groaned, rubbing the back of his neck in disbelief.Sandra, on the other hand, had switched off her phone, aware that her father was sitting in front of her, and she couldn't risk getting caught. "Dad, can I come along with you?" she asked, trying to sound innocent. But her father's stern voice cut her off. "No." In normal circumstances, Sandra would have backed down, but she was determined to attend the party to uncover the truth, she knew they needed it to be ahead of the Tyc

Jack stormed into Don's room, his anger palpable. He delivered a stinging slap to Don's face, leaving him reeling.“Father?!” Don gasped rubbing his cheeks with his eyes wide open."Don't you dare call me 'Father'!" Jack thundered, his eyes blazing with fury.Don's eyes widened in confusion. "But, Father—"Jack cut him off, his voice rising. "Don't you dare call me that! If I were your father, you would have obeyed me! You wouldn't have destroyed me like this!"Don's confusion deepened. "Father, I don't understand. What did I do? Why are you so angry with me?"Jack's anger boiled over. "You just got me stripped of my tier one status! You ruined me! I warned you to stay away from Johnson, but you wouldn't listen. Now, where do I hide my face?" he exclaimed, his voice heavy with shame and despair."Father, I didn't mean to do it. I didn't know you were warned about Johnson. You didn't tell me," Don pleaded, his eyes wide with innocence.Jack's expression turned disgusted. "Can you even