Amayah paced around her room, trying to come up with a plan to win Marcus' trust back. She refused to accept that this was her new reality. "No, no, no," she muttered to herself, rubbing the back of her neck in frustration. Suddenly, a thought popped into her head: "If Sandra is still in Marcus' life, there's no way he can be with me." She stopped pacing and considered the idea. "Eliminate her," a whispery voice in her head suggested. Amayah shook her head, "No, that's not who I am." But the voice persisted, "Eliminate her."Amayah stood up, determined, and picked up her phone. "I need your help," she said, dialing an unknown number. The person on the other end answered immediately. "Oh, you remember I exist all of a sudden?" he asked, his tone sarcastic. Amayah scoffed, "Please, I need your help." She ignored his jab."I'll send you a location. Meet me there now," he said, his tone serious. Amayah hesitated, "But it's late." "It's your choice. I've told you what to do," he sa

Marcus pulled away from the hug, his eyes wide with shock. "I've been looking for my family all this while, and I never knew it was you," he said, his voice filled with emotion.Grey chuckled, wiping away his tears. "I've lived with the thought that maybe I was the one who had killed you, Marcus. I used to curse myself, blame myself, thinking that if I hadn't hidden you, you would have been alive to continue your father's legacy."Marcus shook his head. "You don't have to blame yourself. What if you hadn't hidden me, and I died? You did what was best for me, and look, I'm the biggest thing that's happened to our generation."Grey nodded, a mix of emotions on his face. "You talk just like your father, act just like him - stubborn, just like him. How could I not see this?" he exclaimed, hitting himself. "I almost killed my brother's only child!"Grey's words trailed off, and he hit himself hard, overcome with his fake grief and regret."Uncle, stop!" Marcus said, holding Grey's hand. "D

Marcus groaned as he stood up, still feeling the weight of his fatigue. He headed to the shower, took a refreshing bath, and then made his way to the kitchen. He brewed a cup of coffee and ordered a camera online, his mind preoccupied with the mysterious events unfolding around him.He tried calling Sandra, but the phone rang without an answer. Assuming she was busy at the hospital, he typed a quick message: "I'll be late, don't bother calling me." He set his phone aside, closing his eyes and tapping his hands impatiently on the table as he waited for his order to arrive.Marcus's mind wandered back to his late parents, and he tried to dig up more information about their past. But every lead he pursued ended in a dead-end, as if all records of their existence had been wiped clean. This only fueled his suspicion and curiosity.Another puzzle piece that didn't quite fit was the name "Grey". Emma said she had always known the person as "Ghost", not Grey. The discrepancy nagged at him

Marcus groggily opened his eyes, stretching his body as he sat up. He stood up, his gaze darting towards the window, and was surprised to see that it was already evening."I can't believe I slept this long," he muttered to himself.He searched for his phone, hissing in frustration when he couldn't find it initially. Finally, he spotted it and stretched out his hand to grab it. As he switched it on, the screen lit up, displaying the time - 6:00 pm. He checked for any calls or texts from Sandra, but there were none."Maybe she's already at home," he thought, standing up and putting on his slippers.He headed out of his room, calling out, "Sandra!" His voice was still tinged with sleep, but there was no response. His name echoed back to him, and he called out again, "Sandra!" Still, there was no answer.Marcus checked her room, but she wasn't there. He moved on to the kitchen, then the bathroom, but she was nowhere to be found. A growing sense of unease crept in as he realized Sandra wa

"You're joking, right?" Sandra asked, her eyes wide with fear.But he just scoffed, his grip on her neck tightening. "You heard me," he growled."Please, another option," she begged, her voice trembling.He let out a menacing laugh. "Another option? Do you know why I hate Marcus? Remember that day he broke into my house, the day I drugged you? Sandra."Sandra's eyes were filled with terror as she begged, "Please don't do this to me, please don't."Just then, the door burst open and Amayah entered, quickly kicking Johnson away from Sandra. Sandra ran to Amayah, begging, "Please help me, save me from this demon, please."Amayah burst into laughter. "What do you mean by 'save you from this demon'?" she asked, her eyes wide with amusement. “When am the devil itself!”Sandra took a step back, confusion etched on her face. "What's going on?" she asked, her voice trembling.Amayah's laughter stopped abruptly. "You think you can have sex with Marcus and go scot-free?" she asked, her voice dr