Marcus had watched Huncho drive out of the street. He waited a bit, until he could not see the taillights of the car anymore. He walked slowly as he came up to the door of his home. He wondered what his wife was doing inside right at that moment. Marcus paused briefly at the place where Chantelle and Richard had just stood. He stood rooted at that point. His mind was wavering. He stood for a while until he decided to be firm in his heart. He had a plan and he was standing by it. He would watch it play out, and hopefully it was going to turn out well for him. Marcus smiled at that moment. He was still going to trust his mind. If his father and sister were there right now, they would have shook their heads at him. Marcus, though smart and mature, had always had a soft spot for his wife. This had been obvious through the way he had lived with her before his status changed. He was bullied by her parents and he didn't even stop him from still loving her.

Marcus understood why Miss McCall had to fire him. It was his fault. He should not have even waited in the room immediately he found out Melissa was in the bathroom. What was he even thinking? He had a beautiful woman at home waiting for him. Thinking of his wife right then, he had a headache as he was leaving the hotel after he dropped his work clothes after he was fired. He had sighed. He remembered when he was going to marry Chantelle. All the promises he had made to her. Now, he was not even close to fulfilling any of them, and he was fired, again. Marcus could already picture the pain in her eyes when he told her about the loss of his job. He was definitely not going to explain the circumstances that led to him being sacked, to her. Marcus had gotten home that day and explained his current status to his wife. Chantelle had cried. It was a lot. She was not living the life she had expected when she married Marcus. She remembered those pa

“I'm coming,” Chantelle answered the knock on the door while walking to the door. Marcus was left alone in the sitting room. He looked all over the room, he saw everything in the room, but he did not see them. There was a wall-wide television in the room. This was gifted to him by his parents-in-law when he got married to their daughter. The clothes strewn across the center table. It was a small oak coated wood. It had been passed down through the generations of the Krafth family. The chairs, also an evidence of the continuity of things of his family. They looked really luxurious. Marcus has always wondered about them. Marcus's place with his wife, Chantelle, was not big. It was, however, comfortable. Even though they had had a rough couple of years, they still managed to survive through everything. They had also had helpers, ranging from Chantelle’s parents, to others who just wanted to show a modicum of good will to them. Marcus was lost in thoug

Juliet got on the private jet. She named her private jet Krafty, for obvious reasons. Krafty was a picture of Luxury. It was one of the bigger private jets in business. Since Juliet was not going with many people, only with a few of her guards when did not have to go through any security search. Juliet did not have any baggage with her or an animal. She had clothes not only in Edinburgh and Lagos, but also in every other state she or her family owned property. Krafty was already getting warmed up when the pilots got the information that Juliet was in the airport. So she was ready for takeoff immediately Juliet got on board. Krafty was designed to fit Juliet well. Juliet's favorite color had been lemon green right from when she was small, it was also their mother's favorite too. So, the jet was painted mostly lemon green. There was a king sized bed for her at the end of the jet. A toilet big enough with mirrors and all, even a kitchen and a chef

Juliet's mood was still down, but she knew it would get better in time. She rolled out of bed, stretched her body and looked in the mirror. She liked what she saw in the mirror. Even though her eyes still showed traces of fear, she still looked good. The only odd thing about her right then was the gown she wore to bed. It was a new day. She has a lot to do in Lagos, and knowing Lagos and the movement of people, she has to get there in time if she was going to drive or be driven there. She went into the bathroom. The pace looked just as he remembered it. Everything was layered in a coat of dark gold. The tiles, the shower, the sink, the toilet, the bath tub. Juliet got the water ready after she brushed her teeth. She added a lot of scented soaps and oil which would make her body feel good and her skin too. She got into the tub after sliding the gown off her shoulders. There was no one who could spy on her, so she felt really secure and safe. Juli