“What?" the chief police officer bellowed, his eyes darting from the police officer holding Marcus to the young officer standing next to him. The chief's mind raced, trying to understand what was happening. He couldn't let his staff see his fear, so he kept his expression neutral, even as his heart raced. He had to take control of the situation, and fast. But one thing he knew for sure, the army’s visit means troubles, and he wondered who they must have offended,The chief stood up, straightening his uniform and adjusting his cap. "Lock Marcus up," he ordered the officers, his tone cold and firm. "Keep torturing him until he talks." The officers nodded, their faces hard and unreadable. The chief strode to his office, his mind racing as he donned his jacket and cap. He exited the building and was met with the General, who stood on the steps of the building, his face grim. The chief approached the General, bowing slightly in respect. The General did not smile."What do I owe for this

Johnson had just remembered something important. He entered his house and made his way to his bedroom, where he took a few items from his nightstand. With a mischievous grin, he returned to the dining room and proceeded to spike the food. Finally, he had Sandra in his grasp, and he intended to make the most of it. Sandra got to Johnson house and to her surprise, she was standing at the front of Mr. Johnson house. She glanced at her phone to be sure she was at the right address and to her surprise she was at the right place. She couldn’t help but wonder why Johnson would choose his house of all locations.She took in deep a breath and adjusted her skirt, and she arranged her hair. “I need to do this for Marcus,” she mumbled to herself, trying to soothe herself.A voice was screaming in Sandra’s mind to run away from here, but she shoved it aside and with her hands trembling she pressed the doorbell. Immediately the door opened and Johnson stood there with his rounded tummy shining hi

Johnson felt a surge of fear as Marcus strode toward him, his eyes burning with rage. But he was determined not to show his fear, and stood up to face the man who had invaded his home. He believed that his taekwondo skills would be enough to defend himself, and smirked in defiance. But his smirk vanished as Marcus punched him square in the nose. Blood spurted from his nostrils, and he coughed and spluttered, clutching at his face in pain. This only served to enrage Marcus further, who lunged at him again.Johnson fell backwards, hitting the floor hard. He groaned, his pride wounded as much as his body. But he refused to give in, his stubbornness clouding his judgment. Marcus saw the defiance in his eyes and let out a roar of rage. “How dare you touch my woman!” He roared as he pounced on Johnson, his fists flying, each blow landing with a sickening thud. Johnson groaned in agony, his hands wrapped around his stomach coughing, his face already swollen and bruised. The pain was alm

"I agree to marry you, my dear," Don said, his voice smooth and full of confidence. She hadn't noticed that he was standing there, next to her mother. A look of shock passed across her face. It was no surprise to her that Don would agree to marry her - he had always been infatuated with her, despite the fact that she had never shown any interest in him. In Fact he irritates her. "No," she said, more forcefully this time. "I won't marry him and it’s final." She couldn't let herself be trapped in a loveless marriage to a man she didn't love at all. "Why?" her father demanded again, his voice rising in anger. She could feel the tension in the room rising, like a gathering storm. "Because I don't love him," she said, more firmly this time. "I don't want to be trapped in a loveless marriage like you and mother." The words were out before she could stop them, and she instantly regretted them. Her father's face flushed red, and he glared at her. "How dare you!" he roared. She droppe

Sandra exhaled deeply as they stepped out of the house, the tension of the confrontation with her family ebbing away. “Thank you," she said to Marcus, a grateful smile on her lips. Marcus, noticing her relief, shrugged nonchalantly. "What are friends for?" he asked. Sandra couldn't help but smile at his sincerity. She was happy Marcus was not mad at her for lying to her family he was her fiancé, she was not expecting to see Marcus that’s why she lied easily. They stopped at Marcus's bike, and he offered to give her a ride. She shook her head with a grin. "No, don't worry. You've done more than enough today."Marcus pulled on his helmet, ready to ride away, but he stopped his bike and turned back to Sandra. "I don't mind dropping you off," he said, his tone indicating that he genuinely didn't mind. Sandra simply waved goodbye, already walking away. Marcus couldn't help but call after her, a slight smile on his lips. "If you reach your destination, give me a call," he said, his c