There's no way Marcus would be in here, Amayah thought to herself. What if he's here? Does that mean he's rich? She knocked again to confirm her doubt."Come in," Marcus responded, and she held her breath as she pushed the door and entered. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw him cleaning."I thought as much," she said to herself. "He can only be a cleaner, not the owner.""Did you say anything?" the fake CEO asked, and I shook my head no.She mumbled under her breath as she sat down, and Marcus chuckled, when he heard her voice. He quickly asked the general to sit on his chair and picked up the mop and began to clean, so she would have no idea who the hell he is.As she sat down, Marcus continued to clean, his eyes fixed on her, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He was enjoying this, enjoying the fact that she had no idea who he really was.And Amayah, oblivious to the truth, began to speak, her voice confident and clear. "I’m Mr. Owen's fiancé,” she said, and the General
They all gathered at their secret place, a dimly lit warehouse on the outskirts of town. Marcus stood in the middle, his eyes darting around them, his presence commanding attention."No one should make a mistake," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Don't forget to be alert. We will all need each other.""Yes, Lord of Vengeance," they all chorused, their voices echoing through the warehouse.Marcus nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Fine," he said. "Let's get ready."They all picked their weapons, a variety of swords, knives, and axes. Marcus pulled out a long sword, its blade glinting in the light."What about Sandra?" Katherine asked, her voice hesitant."Her parents were also invited, so she will have to go with them," Marcus responded, his eyes narrowing.They all nodded, their faces set with determination.Marcus placed his mask over his face. He moved his hair backwards, his eyes glinting with a fierce intensity."It's time," he said, his voice low and menacing.Th
"Did you say anything?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.And she shook her head, "No, I didn't," she whispered, with that she stood up, smiling. She needed to play it cool, to gather more information."I think I want to dance now," she said, smiling."I'm glad I'm able to change your mind," he said, holding out his hand, but she gently removed it."I'm coming, let me use the bathroom first," she said, and he nodded, "Fine, I will be waiting."She raced to the bathroom and then she put on the tap to muffle her voice. "Lord, I think I found him," she said in haste."Who?" Marcus asked, his voice firm."The one with the bracelet," she said, her voice low."Where are you?" he asked, his voice urgent."I will be dancing with him soon," she said, her heart racing."Good, we will surround you," Marcud said, and she nodded.The moment she opened the door, she saw the man. "Wh...what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice shaking."I just want to be sure you were not going to run fro
"My son is missing! My son is missing!" the mother said, her voice frantic, and everyone began to panic, looking for him.Sandra stood by her father, and she whispered, "They are looking for him," she said, her eyes scanning the room."Don't worry, we are out of the building," Marcus said, his voice calm, and she let out a sigh of relief.With that, Sandra joined the search, pretending to look for the man, but her mind racing with thoughts of what was to come."Let's check the CCTV cameras," the Tycoon lord said, his voice firm, and Sandra's heart skipped a beat. This was going to be messy.She looked around, but none of her crew were in the room again, and she knew they had their eyes on her.She needed to act fast, she turned around and saw the Tycoon lord's eyes were not on her, and her eyes darted to the personal assistant, who was looking at her.With a sigh, she walked towards the bathroom, and she noticed he was following her. She entered inside and put on the tap, and peeked o
"She's made so much progress, so tell me, why should we not honor her family?" the Tycoon lord said, his voice booming across the room.Xavier let out a sigh of relief, but Sandra knew it was more than that. She exchanged a wary glance with her father. On the other hand Don's face was blazing with anger. The others stood up and greeted Sandra’s father, but Don and his father remained seated, their faces stern.The Tycoon lord cleared his throat, and they all sat down, facing him. "I think the mysterious person is the one who disrupted the party," he said, his eyes fixed on Sandra, and she shifted her gaze, feeling uneasy.She hated attending these meetings because she felt like he was watching her every moment, waiting for her to slip up. The Tycoon lord's eyes seemed to bore into her soul, and she struggled to maintain a neutral expression."You are all slow! Get to work, because I don't know why I haven't received any reports from you all yet!" he said angrily, his voice echoing
"I asked the question, and you answer. Not the other way round," Marcus yelled, his patience wearing thin. "Now, tell me, do you know them or not?" Marcus demanded, his eyes blazing with intensity. The man swallowed hard, "I don't know them," he lied, but Marcus smiled, his eyes glinting with a knowing glint. He stood up, his chair falling, and began to encircle the man, hitting the rod in his hands slowly. "Do you know one thing I don't have?" Marcus asked, his voice low and menacing. The man shook his head, "No," he said, his voice quivering. Marcus's eyes darted to Katherine, "Tell him for me," he said, and she nodded, "Patience." Marcus nodded, "Yes, I lack patience," Marcus said, his eyes glinting with a sinister intent. "So, tell me, do you know anyone or not?" Marcus asked, his voice firm. The man looked at Marcus, then at Katherine, "No," he lied again, but Marcus smiled. In a blink of an eye, he used the rod to hit him hard at his back, and the man let out a loud s
We arrived at the grand mansion, and Katherine knocked on the door. A maid answered, and the Alpha showed her a fake ID card. "We're here to investigate," he said, and the maid stepped aside, revealing the parents. The mother was crying, while the father paced back and forth. Marcus cleared his throat to get their attention. "Officer John," Marcus introduced himself, and the father nodded. "Please, have a seat." Marcus and Katherine sat down, and Marcus continued, "Sorry for the misfortune." Marcus expressed his condolences, and the father thanked them. "You both look new here," he observed, his gaze shifting from Marcus to Katherine. Marcus smiled and lied, "We've just been transferred here." The father nodded, and asked, "How may I be of help?""Where was the last place you saw your son?" Marcus asked, and the father glanced at the mother before responding."At the party, he said he was going to dance." The mother's voice cracked as she spoke, tears streaming down her face."D
Owen burst into the room, tossing a scanty mini-dress at Amayah. She picked it up, her eyes widening in shock. "What's this?" she asked, her voice trembling."Put it on. We're going out," Owen commanded, his tone brooking no argument.Amayah stood up, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm not wearing this! I'm not a stripper," she protested, folding her arms across her chest.Owen's eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her body. "Put it on, Amayah. I don't have time for this," he growled, his patience wearing thin.Amayah stood her ground, her heart racing. "No, I won't wear it," she said firmly.Owen's expression darkened, his eyes glinting with a warning. "Don't push me, Amayah. Put it on now," he barked, his voice low and menacing.As he moved closer, Amayah backed away, her eyes fixed on his face. But Owen was relentless, his hands slapping against the wall on either side of her head, trapping her."You know what I can do," he whispered, his hot breath on her face, his hands slidin