The room fell silent as Marcus unexpectedly appeared, microphone in hand, his eyes scanning the room before locking onto Amayah's stunned face. Her mouth hung open in disbelief, and Marcus's grin only grew wider.Amayah's mind raced as she struggled to process the sudden turn of events. How did the CEO, known for his ruthless business tactics and mysterious wealth, end up standing in front of her, was Marcus? She tried to replay the events leading up to this moment, but her thoughts were a jumbled mess.She rubbed her face, hoping to shake off the shock, but Marcus remained, his smile unwavering. Amayah felt like the floor should swallow her whole, sparing her from this humiliating moment.Amayah's gaze shifted to Owen, whose eyes were wide with shock, mirroring her own disbelief. She let out a weary sigh, rubbing the back of her neck, her mind reeling with questions. How did she not suspect Marcus's wealth after their encounter at the club? “Or did Owen lie to me about the fake tran

Her father knelt down, grasping Sandra's legs, and begged, "Please, Sandra, forgive me." But she scoffed, "I only beg when I'm wrong, and I'm not the one who made a mistake here." He pleaded, "Let's start all over again, Sandra. Let's fix this." But Sandra shook her head, her voice laced with bitterness. "You think it's that simple? Can I go back to being a baby and crawl again? Can you go back in time and be there for my birthday, which you missed?" Her father shook his head, defeated. "I know it's hard, but let it go. Let's start fresh," he begged once more. Sandra's response was a bitter laugh. "You're lucky I'm your daughter," she said, her words dripping with pain and resentment.Sandra's words cut deep, her pain and anger palpable. She continued, her voice laced with bitterness: "I would have thrown you out, but I'm stuck with you. I used to see other kids spending quality time with their fathers, learning valuable life lessons, but you... you were too busy chasing power

"What's what?” Marcus asked, his tone nonchalant. "I only asked you to be my maid." Amayah shook her head, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Nothing, it's just..." She trailed off, hesitant to reveal her true thoughts. Marcus's expression turned stern. "Deal or no deal?" he asked, his voice firm. Amayah's heart raced as she nodded, swallowing hard. "Deal." She needed to go through with her plan. Marcus nodded curtly, his expression unyielding. "Good." He turned and walked away, leaving Amayah to follow him, her bag dragging on the floor. She stumbled, almost falling, but Marcus didn't offer a helping hand. He pushed open a door, revealing a stark, empty room. "This is your room," he said, his voice detached. Amayah's eyes widened in shock. "Is this where I will be sleeping?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The room was devoid of furniture. "That's what I said," Marcus repeated, his irritation evident. "There's no bed." Amayah stuttered, her eyes wide with d

The man stormed into the meeting room, his face twisted in a scowl. "Did you all not know that Marcus is alive?" he thundered, his anger palpable. The room fell silent, the others avoiding eye contact, their gazes cast downward."Answer me!" he barked, slamming his hands on the desk. "We knew, sir," they murmured in unison.The man's expression turned even more disdainful. "And you didn't think it was important to tell me?" he spat, his voice laced with venom.One of the attendees hesitantly spoke up, "We didn't think it was significant, sir, since he doesn't know us."The man's eyes blazed with fury as he took a step closer to the speaker. "Repeat what you said," he growled, his voice low and menacing.“Sir….uhh….emm,” The man's anger boiled over, and he pulled out a gun, shooting the speaker in the leg. The room erupted in chaos as the injured man screamed in agony."That's for assuming!" the man roared, his eyes blazing with fury. "Did you forget he was already investigating us b

He charged inside, but the men intercepted him. "Who are you?" one of them asked, blocking the entrance. Emma’s brother pulled out the gun his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare come closer. I'm here to get my sister," he warned. But the men just burst into laughter. "I think we've got another chick," they sneered, smiling. The brother's face darkened. "Leave the route before I call the police," he growled. But they just laughed again. Suddenly, one of them shot his legs from behind, and he let out a loud scream as he fell to the floor."What happened to your screaming, huh?" one of them sneered, as they dragged him inside. "The boss will be so happy with us," they exclaimed, their laughter echoing through the room. They tied him up beside Emma, whose eyes widened in shock as she saw her brother. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling. But before he could respond, someone struck her, and a hand clamped over her mouth. "Don't make a noise," a menacing voice