2025-03-08 15:08:00"Because I'm telling the truth," Evelyn said desperately. "I know you have no reason to believe me, but you need to listen. Daniel is not who you think he is. He… he’s not just targeting your business, Marcus. He’s targeting you."
Marcus's heart raced in his chest, although he kept his voice steady. "What do you mean?"
"He's planning to hurt you," Evelyn said, her voice almost a whisper. "Physically. I heard him talking to someone last night. He… he’s angry, Marcus. He feels you’ve humiliated him, and he wants revenge."
Before Marcus could respond, the call suddenly dropped. He pulled the phone from his ear, frowning as he tried to call back, but there was no answer. A sense of discomfort enveloped him, making him restless.
He stood and began pacing his office, each step filled with anxiety. Thoughts of Evelyn kept swirling in his mind. He knew all too well that Daniel was capable of violence, and the image of his daughter caught in a dangerous situation made his blood boil.
Marcus felt the tension in his body. He couldn’t let this uncertainty linger. With each passing second, the sense of urgency deepened. He had to find Evelyn and ensure she was safe, no matter what it took.
Rushing to his computer, Marcus began searching for information. He opened emails and recent messages, trying to find clues about Evelyn's whereabouts. Time seemed to slow down, and every second felt precious. He wouldn’t let fear take over, he had to move quickly and strategically.
As he searched, Marcus tried to recall all the places Evelyn usually visited. He checked his phone messages, hoping something had been missed. Each failure to connect with his daughter only added to his growing anxiety. He knew Prescott wouldn’t hesitate to use violence to achieve his goals.
The sound of breaking glass jolted Marcus from his thoughts. He turned toward the window just as he saw a shadowy figure enter.
It was Daniel.
Panic surged through him instantly, and adrenaline spiked. Marcus knew Daniel's presence was not a good sign. He felt the tension in the air, and his instincts told him he had to act quickly.
Daniel stepped in confidently, his smile displaying an indifference that made Marcus shudder. He wasn’t just there to threaten, he was there to assert his power. The figure appeared calm, as if enjoying the perilous situation.
Marcus scanned the room, looking for something he could use as a means of protection. His eyes landed on a heavy pen on the desk, and without a second thought, he picked it up. Cold sweat trickled down his temples as he prepared to face the threat before him.
Each heartbeat felt heavier, and he knew this was a crucial moment. Daniel was not just a threat to him, he was also a threat to Evelyn. Marcus was determined to protect his daughter by any means necessary.
Daniel moved closer, looking at Marcus with a sneer. In that glance, Marcus sensed the hidden malice. He couldn’t let fear overcome him, instead, he had to take control of the situation.
"Prescott," Marcus said coldly, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him.
Daniel smirked, his expression filled with anger and arrogance. "You've been a thorn in my side for too long, Carter. It's time I end this."
Marcus didn’t flinch, his eyes locked on Daniel. "If you think you can intimidate me, you're wasting your time."
Daniel lunged at him, his movements quick and aggressive. Marcus barely had time to react as he dodged the first attack, jumping to the side and grabbing a heavy object nearby as an emergency weapon.
The two became engaged in a brutal and chaotic fight. Blow after blow landed, and the sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the room. Marcus fought to defend himself, using his agility and instincts to evade Daniel's unpredictable attacks. However, Daniel's rage made him increasingly dangerous, and every movement of the man was filled with intimidating strength.
Marcus knew he couldn't let himself lose. He had to stay focused, waiting for the right moment to strike back. With every incoming attack, he tried to read Daniel's movement patterns, looking for an opening to retaliate.
As the fight continued, Marcus felt exhaustion begin to creep into his muscles, but he couldn't back down. He thought of Evelyn's face, and his determination to protect his daughter gave him strength. In one moment, Marcus managed to evade Daniel's attack and countered with a precise blow, forcing Daniel to stagger backward.
However, Daniel quickly recovered, his smile now replaced by an expression of anger and frustration. He launched a more aggressive counterattack, and Marcus felt the pressure mounting. He had to find a way to stop this assault, or he would be defeated.
With the courage he had left, Marcus tried to use his surroundings to his advantage. He dropped the object he was holding, replacing it with something heavier, and prepared for the next attack. He knew this was a fight for his life, and he wouldn't let Daniel win.
Finally, Marcus managed to push Daniel back, panting as he faced his rival. "Get out!" he said, his voice low and dangerous.
Daniel wiped blood from his lips, his cynical smile returning. "This isn't over, Carter," he said with a mocking tone that sent chills down Marcus's spine.
With a swift movement, Daniel climbed back out of the window, disappearing into the night. Marcus stood stunned, breathless. A mix of relief and tension swirled within him. He knew this wasn't the end—Daniel would surely return, and the threat to Evelyn still loomed.
His mind raced as he considered his next steps. He couldn't let Daniel prepare without a plan. Marcus grabbed his phone and began searching for important contacts who could help him—friends, authorities—anyone who could assist him in dealing with this situation.
He also knew he had to strengthen his security and better protect Evelyn. He couldn't allow his daughter to become a target in this dangerous game.
Marcus stood there for a while, his mind spinning. Daniel's attack had been reckless, but it carried a clear message, the fight between them was far from over.
As Marcus sat back down, still catching his breath, his phone vibrated again. This time, it was a text message.
Unknown Number.
[You can't trust anyone, Marcus. Not even those closest to you.]
Marcus stared at the screen, gripping his phone tighter. The war had just begun.
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Marcus stared at the message on his phone, his knuckles whitening as he tightened his grip on the device.Unknown Number. *[You can't trust anyone, Marcus. Not even those closest to you.]*The words hit him like a hammer. A wave of anxiety washed over his mind. Who sent this message? What did it mean? He felt trapped in a game far larger than himself.Marcus felt tension in his neck, and his mind began racing. He couldn't let this uncertainty take control. Carefully, he started considering who might be enemies around him. Daniel was clearly a threat, but who else could be involved?He tried to recall his last conversations with friends and colleagues. Were there any signs that they couldn't be trusted? Paranoia began to creep in, and he knew he had to be cautious.Marcus shifted his gaze from the phone and looked around the room, feeling an urgent need to secure the place. He wou
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The restaurant was perfect—modern yet intimate, with soft amber lights casting a warm glow over every polished surface. The kind of place where the waiters wore sharp suits, the cutlery gleamed like silver mirrors, and the wine list was thicker than the menu. Evelyn ran her fingers over the rim of her wine glass, letting the faint hum of conversation around her settle like a comforting backdrop.Daniel sat across from her, his presence as commanding as ever. His tailored navy-blue suit hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, and his sharp jawline tensed slightly as he inspected the wine in his glass. He exuded confidence, the kind of man who knew he was the center of attention without even trying. Evelyn hated how much she craved that confidence. It wasn’t love, not really, but Daniel filled a void she couldn’t bear to face. After all, it was easier to drown in someone else’s ambition than to confront the ruins of her own choices.“Evelyn.” His voice cut through her thoughts, smooth bu
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The door creaked open as Marcus stepped into the house that no longer felt like home. The weight of the evening clung to his shoulders, heavier than the coat he had draped over his arm. The faint scent of Evelyn’s expensive perfume lingered in the air, a sharp reminder of the life he was about to leave behind. The living room was dimly lit, shadows stretching across the walls, but the silence was deafening.He exhaled slowly, taking in the surroundings. The place was spotless, as always, every cushion perfectly arranged, every trinket in its place. Evelyn had always been meticulous about appearances. But to Marcus, it all felt hollow now.He walked toward the staircase, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet, and paused at the base. For the first time in years, he felt like a stranger in his own house. The memories came flooding back—laughter, arguments, stolen moments of tenderness—but those felt like they belonged to someone else, someone he no longer recognized.He clenched his
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The office building of Prescott Industries loomed in front of him like a fortress. Its sleek glass facade reflected the pale morning light, sharp and unyielding, much like the people who worked inside. Marcus stood across the street, his hands buried in the pockets of his tailored coat, observing the flow of employees filing into the building. He took a deep breath, steadying himself.This was it. The first step.He adjusted the tie around his neck, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. It had taken months of planning, connections, and careful maneuvering, but he was finally here. Not as Marcus Carter, the man Evelyn had cast aside, but as someone entirely new.Inside that building, they wouldn’t see the broken man they thought they’d destroyed. They’d see someone confident, capable, and untouchable. They’d see someone they underestimated—and that was exactly what he wanted.Marcus walked through the revolving doors, his polished shoes clicking against the pristine marble f
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Marcus stared at the message on his phone, his knuckles whitening as he tightened his grip on the device.Unknown Number. *[You can't trust anyone, Marcus. Not even those closest to you.]*The words hit him like a hammer. A wave of anxiety washed over his mind. Who sent this message? What did it mean? He felt trapped in a game far larger than himself.Marcus felt tension in his neck, and his mind began racing. He couldn't let this uncertainty take control. Carefully, he started considering who might be enemies around him. Daniel was clearly a threat, but who else could be involved?He tried to recall his last conversations with friends and colleagues. Were there any signs that they couldn't be trusted? Paranoia began to creep in, and he knew he had to be cautious.Marcus shifted his gaze from the phone and looked around the room, feeling an urgent need to secure the place. He wou
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"Because I'm telling the truth," Evelyn said desperately. "I know you have no reason to believe me, but you need to listen. Daniel is not who you think he is. He… he’s not just targeting your business, Marcus. He’s targeting you."Marcus's heart raced in his chest, although he kept his voice steady. "What do you mean?""He's planning to hurt you," Evelyn said, her voice almost a whisper. "Physically. I heard him talking to someone last night. He… he’s angry, Marcus. He feels you’ve humiliated him, and he wants revenge."Before Marcus could respond, the call suddenly dropped. He pulled the phone from his ear, frowning as he tried to call back, but there was no answer. A sense of discomfort enveloped him, making him restless.He stood and began pacing his office, each step filled with anxiety. Thoughts of Evelyn kept swirling in his mind. He knew all too well that
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The fact that Daniel Prescott was a real threat only emphasized the urgency of their meeting. Without a doubt, Marcus knew that Prescott wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted. If Margaret had information that could help him, he would be foolish to dismiss it.He studied Margaret’s expression, searching for signs of honesty behind her calm demeanor. Despite the tension, Marcus couldn’t overlook the potential benefits of this collaboration. Leveraging Margaret’s strengths and information could be a strategically smart move, even if it meant entrusting part of himself to this enigmatic woman.With his decision becoming clearer, Marcus felt compelled to explore this possibility. He knew that every step had to be taken carefully. The choice to work together could lead them both down a dangerous path, but if it was the only way to protect Evelyn and confront Prescott, then he had to be prepared to face the risks.
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Marcus stepped toward the corner of the street, the sound of his footsteps muffled by the cold concrete floor. He took a deep breath, trying to capture the fresh night air, even though a hint of worry lingered in his heart.This city, usually bustling, now felt quiet, as if waiting for something unexpected. He looked around, ensuring no one was watching him. Despite the risks of this meeting, he felt it was the right step.In the pocket of his coat, his hand brushed against a note he had written earlier. The information was invaluable and could change everything. Marcus knew that if he failed tonight, the consequences could be severe.He felt his heartbeat quicken as their eyes met. The woman had a mixed expression, as if waiting and worried at the same time. He stepped inside, taking in the warm and intimate atmosphere of the café, a stark contrast to the darkness outside. Soft lights cast a warm glow, creating a
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Richard looked at him for a moment before speaking. “You need to decide, Marcus. Are you fighting for revenge, or are you fighting to protect what’s yours? Because those are two very different battles.”For a moment, Marcus said nothing, his mind filled with conflicting emotions. He respected his uncle’s wisdom, but the thought of Prescott and Evelyn together ignited a fire he couldn’t extinguish.One side of him urged immediate action, to retaliate against all the pain caused. Yet the other side recognized that revenge would only add to the chaos, ruining everything he had built. He knew he had to find balance—a way to protect what was precious without getting trapped in a cycle of hatred.The tension deepened, and Marcus felt the weight of the decision pressing on him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his swirling thoughts. He needed to think clearly and plan his next moves care
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Each second felt like it slowed down, and Marcus felt an overwhelming wave of emotion. The beautiful memories with Evelyn, the moments when they dreamed about the future together, now loomed in a dark light. He felt as if he had been betrayed not just by Evelyn, but also by the world he believed in.In the silence of the room, Marcus struggled to maintain his composure. The pain stung, reminding him of all he had sacrificed. He remembered how hard he fought to move on after Evelyn's departure. Now, hearing that she was involved with Prescott made everything feel futile.His colleagues' eyes were on him, filled with attention and concern. They sensed the tension hanging in the air. Marcus knew he had to regain control of the situation. He couldn't let his emotions take over; he had to act wisely.He looked at Richard, trying to suppress the anger bubbling within him. Deep down, he was determined to find the truth. He coul
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The soft hum of the city echoed outside as Marcus Carter leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers interlocked beneath his chin. The office lights cast a gentle glow on his sharp features, the tension in his jaw betraying the calm he was desperately trying to maintain. He had spent the last two years rebuilding himself, brick by brick, after Evelyn left his life. However, he did not anticipate the storm that would follow her departure.Every corner of this room reminded him of the beautiful moments they once shared. The photos on the walls, the neatly arranged books, even the strong aroma of coffee—all brought back painful memories. He remembered how Evelyn would sit on the sofa, laughing freely, sharing stories about her day. Now, all of that felt like an illusion, an ungraspable memory.Marcus struggled to forget, but Evelyn's shadow always haunted him. He recalled her smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about their
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The room felt increasingly cramped, and a sense of nostalgia warmed the otherwise tense atmosphere. Evelyn knew that beneath his tough exterior, Marcus harbored deep emotions, even as he tried to shut them away.She wanted to explore further, to remind Marcus of the beautiful moments they had shared, but the fear of rejection held her back. In the hanging silence, they stood facing each other, trapped in uncertainty, each struggling to find a way out of the darkness that had engulfed their relationship."I know you're hurting," she said, her voice slightly breaking. "And I know... I know I hurt you. I made mistakes, Marcus. I realize that now. I just... I thought maybe, after everything, we could try—""Stop." His voice was sharper this time, cutting through the tension like a knife. He took a step back, creating space between them. "Don't do this. Don't come here and act like you suddenly care."
