Chapter 147 Marcus slowly drifted off to sleep, after thinking about the next day for a while. His room had a soundtrack of crashing waves that had been installed since they built the hotel. When Marcus found it some weeks ago, he had started using it, and it worked really well for him. Before, Marcus had found it quite hard to sleep off, but with the soundtrack of crashing waves sounding, he found it easy to sleep, and that was what he had started doing. Marcus slept off before he knew it. The day had not been as long as it normally was, but he needed that extra rest for tomorrow, and he was not feeling too hungry before he slept, so he just chose to go ahead to sleep. The clock in his room’s slow and consistent tick was the only reminder that time was passing really fast. The blinds in Marcus's room were so thick that it blocked off the light even during the day, not to even talk about the night. After a while, Marcus had woken up. He picked up the remote on the
Chapter 148 Marcus looked at Belle. She was trying to hide her curiosity under her gaze but was it doing that good of a job. Marcus understood that she did not want to ask Kevin present, just in case there was something Marcus did not want him to hear. “It's alright Belle. Kevin is my lawyer and he's going to be the one representing me in my divorce case, that is happening today, and it is where I need to be first.” “How about I drop you off at work and we go on to the court and we would meet you back at the office when we are done?" Marcus asked. Deep down, he knew Belle would not choose to do this, instead she would want to follow him for support or whatever else she deemed appropriate, but she still needed to ask. “Young master, I'd like to go with you to the court, and from there we can go on to the factory when the case is over at the court,” Belle said. Marcus was right. He knew for sure this was what she would say, and he was in no mood to argue with anyon
It was a Monday. Marcus's day was going as usual. He was a low level employee in a factory who attended to the most unpleasant work anyone would have wanted to do in the factory. This was the longest he had been on a job. It was his second week here. He always got fired quickly from all his jobs. This was not because he was not hardworking. The opposite was rather the case. Marcus was one of the most hardworking people in the country. He gets sacked most of the time because of how petty and ragged he looks. The same set of clothes had been worn by him to work for years now. Marcus never used his salary to change his wardrobe. Rather he spent all of his earnings no matter how meager on his wife. This was the reason he was a hard worker. Even though Marcus suffered, both at work and everywhere else, he made sure he tried his best to make his wife happy. Chantelle, his wife was a woman from an averagely well to do family. She had been pampe
Marcus dragged his injured and now sore body out of the office. He saw a lot of his work mates sneering at him. Some of them even started spitting in his direction. He started thinking. He hated his life. Everything seemed bleak at that moment. He was angry at everything. His parents, for not being rich. Himself, for not getting to where he thought he will be right now. Marcus suddenly remembered the only saving grace in his life. His wife. She was a gem.She was the only bright light in his overall existence. He could not wait to get home. Marcus suddenly remembered how his wife had changed of late. She started hating their lifestyle. She did not tell him that, but he could feel it. It seemed like she hated how poor he was. The fact that he could not afford everything she wanted. Or the fact that he was an embarrassment to her. It had started raining. Marcus got home that wet night looking more ragged than ever. He was sporting bruises a
It was a sunny afternoon. Marcus had left his house really early in the morning His mind was still in shock because of the address sent to him by his father yesterday. Marcus knew he would clear his doubts when he saw his father. He was just shocked because the place he was going to was we're really influential people lived in Edinburgh. Marcus wondered if something had changed in his father. He knew his father did not like bringing his children to we're he worked. This caused extra confusion for Marcus. Why did he call it home, he wondered. The day was already sunny when Marcus got to the neighborhood. He kept looking like a lost puppy on the sidewalks of the houses he passed. It would be really shocking if his father got a job in any of these houses, he thought. He could see buildings he only saw on the television all around him. Everything in the area radiated wealth. Of stinkingly rich people. Marcus finally got to the address his fath
Ben was more annoyed than he had ever been his whole life. What could have made this guy believe he's able to enter this place, he wondered. “If you do not leave here now, I really am going to call security on you.” he said to Marcus. “I'm still going to stand by what I said. My father can not be wrong. The worst case scenario is that he works here.” Marcus said. The more Ben looked at Marcus, the more irritated he got. He did not believe Marcus's father even had the qualification to work here. Ben decided to call the security. He was sick of the sight of Marcus. He wanted him to remove Marcus from the area. He turned around and walked back to the gate of the palace. “Sorry to bother you Mr Huncho,” he said, after checking the name tag on the security guard's cloth. “But there is a beggar at the entrance claiming his father invited him here, he has been disturbing the peace in the area.” “He likely cheated his way to get into the estate.”
Ben thought Juliet must have been joking. His face told a lot of stories. He did not want to believe what he heard. He couldn't. How could a man looking like this be related to the Krafth's. Ben thought about it again. He realized he had not heard a reply from Juliet. She just stood in front of the beggar worth her back to him. Ben waited for her to talk before he pounced on Marcus. Marcus moved in to hug his sister, after all it had been for, he saw her. Huncho, seeing this rushed in. His head was pumping with all the anger he could muster at the moment. How dare this beggar have any thoughts on his young miss, he thought. He promised himself to teach him a lesson today. Huncho moved as fast as he could. In fact, he believed he moved faster than he had ever done. He had to beat up this man that dared touch Miss Juliet. He did not want to listen his job. Huncho liked the lifestyle that came with being the security man of the Krafth famil
What is going on, Marcus thought. Can this even be true. Marcus had been looking into space for a while. If what his sister said was true then, he did not even know what to believe again. Juliet had been staring at her brother since she finished explaining to him. She could see different emotions pass through his face since she stopped talking. Juliet could tell one thing for certain. Her brother was angry. She had kept tabs on Marcus since. She knew what he had been going through. About the bullying and beatings and every other thing. She knew about how his boss at work decided to discredit him and even later beat him, because of the project he submitted to him. She was also angry for him. Juliet knew Marcus did not deserve all of that. When she first got to know about her family's wealth, she had begged her father, times without number, to call her brother home. She was denied every single time. She later understood that there was no possible