His vision blurred, and for a moment, all he could hear was a ringing in his ears.When the car finally stopped, Marvin was slumped in his seat, dazed. His heart pounded in his chest, his breathing was rapid and shallow. His hands were trembling, barely able to grip the steering wheel. He blinked, trying to focus, but everything around him was spinning. The world outside his window was a blur of lights and shadows. His chest ached, and he realized he’d been holding his breath.Marvin groaned, the pain in his head was worsening as he slowly tried to sit up straighter. He wasn’t sure how badly he was hurt, but he could feel the dull throbbing in his shoulder and ribs from the force of the crash.Marvin’s head was still spinning, and his vision turned blurry from the crash. He could hear the faint hum of the engine, but his car had stopped moving. His body ached, and the pain in his head throbbed like a drum. He tried to take deep breaths, but they came out shaky and uneven.Just as h
Stella knelt down beside Marvin, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. “Come on, we need to get you out of here.” she said, her voice soft but urgent. Marvin groaned, his body aching as she helped him sit up straighter. “What... what are you doing here?” Marvin managed to ask, his voice was weak and shaky. His head was still pounding, and his vision blurred again as he tried to focus on her face.Stella didn’t answer right away. Instead, she slipped her arm around his back and slowly helped him out of the car. Marvin winced in pain, feeling every bruise and ache from the crash, but with Stella’s support, he was able to stand.She guided him carefully toward her vehicle, which was still idling nearby. “Come on, Marvin, stay with me,” she said as she opened the passenger door and helped him into the front seat. Marvin sank into the seat, and his head began to spin. “Stella... why?” he whispered, his words slurred, but Stella was already shutting the door and hurrying around to the
The next few hours blurred together. Stella had arranged for Marvin and his mother, Sophia Richmond, to escape to Neovalle, a distant city where they could be safe from Mr Richmond.******Stella had pulled strings within two days to get their visas quickly, and everything had seemed to be in order.Now, they were rushing toward Westwood Airport, Stella drove with a quiet focus, her grip was tight on the steering wheel.Marvin sat in the backseat, and his mother sat next to him. He was still reeling from the news that his father wanted him dead. He couldn't wrap his head around it—his own father, willing to pay assassins to kill him. His stomach churned with anxiety as they sped down the highway.Sophia Richmond placed a comforting hand on Marvin’s arm. “Everything will be fine,” she whispered, though her eyes were clouded with worry. “We’ll be safe soon.”When they arrived at the airport, everything felt rushed and chaotic. They hurried through the busy terminal, and Stella led them
Marvin’s mind was still spinning from the officer’s words when suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind. “Hello, give way, I have to check in.” It was Martha Arceneaux. She stood just a few feet away, holding her son Bryan’s hand, her eyes scanned the scene with a smug look on her face.Marvin’s heart sank further. How could she be here? How did she get involved in this? And how did she manage to take their slots and thwart their escape plan?Sophia Richmond turned, her expression instantly hardened with pure hatred. She stepped in front of Martha, blocking her path.Martha smirked, not even trying to hide her contempt. “Hey, old madam, please get out of the way. I’ve got a flight to catch.” Her tone was sharp, almost mocking.Sophia’s eyes narrowed, as her anger began to rise quickly. “I’m not moving,” she said coldly. “How did you get our visa slots? How did you even manage this?” Martha crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, pretending to be innocent. “What are you talking a
Marvin slipped his phone out of his pocket, his hand was steady as he scrolled through his contacts. He stopped when he found the name: "Donovan Reeves". The airport manager, and someone Marvin had once done business with. This was his best shot.He pressed the call button and raised the phone to his ear, glancing one more time at Martha. She was still smirking, confident that she’d won. But Marvin knew better. This wasn’t over.The phone rang twice before Donovan’s deep voice answered.“Hello, who am I speaking with?""It Marvin, Marvin Richmond." He said the last name like he wasn't proud of it."Marvin! It’s been a while. How are you, my friend?” The voice at the background was overjoyed as he heard that lit was Marvin.Marvin didn’t have time for small talk. His voice was calm but firm. “Donovan, this isn’t the time for pleasantries. I need you to do something for me.”There was a pause on the other end. Donovan sounded surprised. “Alright… what do you need me to do for you?”Ma
Marvin slipped his phone back into his pocket, trying to maintain his composure. The air in the terminal felt thick, charged with tension and the hum of whispered mockery. He could feel eyes on him, he could hear the murmurs behind his back, but he refused to react. Mr Donovan's presence was the only thing cutting through the chaos, but even he seemed rattled. He placed a firm hand on Marvin’s shoulder, leaning in close enough so that only Marvin could hear him.“Marvin,” Donovan said, with a voice that was low and urgent. “Please, calm down. I need you to think this through. We can work something out. How about I put you and your mother in business class on the next flight to Neovalle? It leaves in a few hours. Just… be patient.”Marvin’s jaw tightened, but his expression remained unreadable. “Donovan, you don’t understand,” he muttered, just as quietly. “I can’t stay here. Westwood isn’t safe for me anymore. I need to leave this moment. My mother and I… we have no future here. M
Martha’s mocking grin was long gone. Her voice, which had cut through the air so sharply before, was now barely a whisper. "How… how is this even possible?"Marvin stood tall, his gaze turned distant, as if the chaos of the terminal no longer mattered. Just moments ago, he had felt like the center of a cruel joke, but now the air was electric with disbelief, and people began to murmur as they processed what had just happened.The murmurs from the crowd began softly at first, then grew louder as disbelief turned into confusion and frustration.“How did he pull this off?” someone whispered, shaking his head. “I thought he was broke—kicked out by his own father,” another voice said, with eyes that were wide in shock.“Wait, he just bought the whole plane? That's crazy!” someone muttered, their tone was a mix of awe and irritation.“This is ridiculous. We’re all supposed to wait because of him?” another passenger grumbled, crossing their arms.“I know Marvin Richmond, he has been nothin
Marvin and his mother stepped off the plane onto the tarmac at Neovalle’s sleek, modern airport. The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the city skyline in the distance. It felt like stepping into another world—one that seemed light-years ahead of the life they had left behind.As they made their way through the terminal, Marvin pulled out his phone and opened a rideshare app. Within minutes, they were greeted by a dark blue Uber, its electric engine was humming softly as it pulled up to the curb.“Hello! Marvin and Sophia Richmond, right?” the driver asked with a friendly smile. He was a middle-aged man with a kind face and a name tag that read Elian.“Yes, that’s us,” Marvin confirmed. “Um, we are kinda new around and we would like to ask if you can recommend a good hotel around here? Something top-notch.”Elian’s eyes lit up. “Oh, definitely! You’ll want to check out The Aurora Grand. It’s one of the best hotels in Neovalle. Five-star service, stunning views, and all th