Her father knelt down, grasping Sandra's legs, and begged, "Please, Sandra, forgive me." But she scoffed, "I only beg when I'm wrong, and I'm not the one who made a mistake here." He pleaded, "Let's start all over again, Sandra. Let's fix this." But Sandra shook her head, her voice laced with bitterness. "You think it's that simple? Can I go back to being a baby and crawl again? Can you go back in time and be there for my birthday, which you missed?" Her father shook his head, defeated. "I know it's hard, but let it go. Let's start fresh," he begged once more. Sandra's response was a bitter laugh. "You're lucky I'm your daughter," she said, her words dripping with pain and resentment.Sandra's words cut deep, her pain and anger palpable. She continued, her voice laced with bitterness: "I would have thrown you out, but I'm stuck with you. I used to see other kids spending quality time with their fathers, learning valuable life lessons, but you... you were too busy chasing power
Marcus leaned against the doorframe, his body language exuding irritation. "What are you doing here?" he asked gruffly. Amayah immediately dropped to her knees, her eyes pleading for mercy. "Please, Marcus, I'm sorry. I know what I did was wrong. Forgive me," she begged, her voice cracking with emotion. But Marcus was unforgiving, his anger and hurt still fresh. "Can you even listen to yourself?" he snapped, his voice rising. "How did you have the audacity to show up here after what you've done?" He shook his head, his eyes blazing with anger. Amayah grasped his legs, her tears flowing uncontrollably. "Please, forgive me. I wasn't thinking." But Marcus's response was laced with pain and bitterness. "You weren't thinking when you aborted my child?" he asked, his voice heavy with accusation. "I was doing what I thought was best for us, Marcus," Amayah pleaded, her voice trembling. "We didn't have money, and I didn't want to bring a child into this world to suffer." But Marcus's e
"What's what?” Marcus asked, his tone nonchalant. "I only asked you to be my maid." Amayah shook her head, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Nothing, it's just..." She trailed off, hesitant to reveal her true thoughts. Marcus's expression turned stern. "Deal or no deal?" he asked, his voice firm. Amayah's heart raced as she nodded, swallowing hard. "Deal." She needed to go through with her plan. Marcus nodded curtly, his expression unyielding. "Good." He turned and walked away, leaving Amayah to follow him, her bag dragging on the floor. She stumbled, almost falling, but Marcus didn't offer a helping hand. He pushed open a door, revealing a stark, empty room. "This is your room," he said, his voice detached. Amayah's eyes widened in shock. "Is this where I will be sleeping?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The room was devoid of furniture. "That's what I said," Marcus repeated, his irritation evident. "There's no bed." Amayah stuttered, her eyes wide with d
"Information reaching me says Emma Jones is planning to have meetings with him," the intruder said, his voice cautious.The man's face turned red with anger. "What? How come you're telling me this now? Do you know what this means?" he thundered, his voice echoing off the walls.Emma Jones is from a powerful family. She's the heiress, and her family knew about Marcus's origin. They've been hiding it all these years.The man's anger turned to fury, his mind racing with the implications. "This can't be happening," he muttered, his eyes blazing with determination. "I won't let it happen." The intruder's eyes darted nervously.He began to pace around the room, his mind racing with the implications. "I can't let all my hard work go to waste," he muttered to himself, his eyes blazing with determination.The intruder watched him nervously, awaiting instructions. "What do we do, sir?" he asked, his voice laced with urgency.The man stopped pacing and turned to face him, his eyes cold and calc
The man stormed into the meeting room, his face twisted in a scowl. "Did you all not know that Marcus is alive?" he thundered, his anger palpable. The room fell silent, the others avoiding eye contact, their gazes cast downward."Answer me!" he barked, slamming his hands on the desk. "We knew, sir," they murmured in unison.The man's expression turned even more disdainful. "And you didn't think it was important to tell me?" he spat, his voice laced with venom.One of the attendees hesitantly spoke up, "We didn't think it was significant, sir, since he doesn't know us."The man's eyes blazed with fury as he took a step closer to the speaker. "Repeat what you said," he growled, his voice low and menacing.“Sir….uhh….emm,” The man's anger boiled over, and he pulled out a gun, shooting the speaker in the leg. The room erupted in chaos as the injured man screamed in agony."That's for assuming!" the man roared, his eyes blazing with fury. "Did you forget he was already investigating us b
Katherine sent Marcus the location, and he got into action, gathering some of his T-force members and Sandra. They drove to the location, which turned out to be the same spot where Emma was initially kidnapped. They saw her cars and began to search the area, scouring every inch for any sign of her. “Keep searching,” Marcus gave orders, and his team responded promptly. Sandra, while searching, almost tripped over something and bent down to pick it up - it was Emma's phone. After a thorough search, they all gathered around Marcus. "Is there anything?" he asked, his eyes scanning the team. They shook their heads, and Sandra spoke up, "I found her phone." She handed it to Marcus, who took it from her, his expression grim. "Is this all?" he asked, his frustration evident. The team nodded, and Marcus let out a frustrated groan, rubbing the back of his neck.Marcus then called Katherine, who answered immediately. "Any updates?" she asked. "Nothing at all," Marcus replied. "Send my dog
He charged inside, but the men intercepted him. "Who are you?" one of them asked, blocking the entrance. Emma’s brother pulled out the gun his eyes blazing. "Don't you dare come closer. I'm here to get my sister," he warned. But the men just burst into laughter. "I think we've got another chick," they sneered, smiling. The brother's face darkened. "Leave the route before I call the police," he growled. But they just laughed again. Suddenly, one of them shot his legs from behind, and he let out a loud scream as he fell to the floor."What happened to your screaming, huh?" one of them sneered, as they dragged him inside. "The boss will be so happy with us," they exclaimed, their laughter echoing through the room. They tied him up beside Emma, whose eyes widened in shock as she saw her brother. "What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, her voice trembling. But before he could respond, someone struck her, and a hand clamped over her mouth. "Don't make a noise," a menacing voice
Their eyes flicked to the ground, then to their master lying there, before snapping back to Marcus. "How dare you!" one of them snarled, taking a step forward. Marcus backed away, his eyes fixed on them. "Stay behind me," he warned Emma and her brother, who nodded silently. One of them charged at Marcus, but he dodged and countered with a strong punch. Another came at him, swinging wild punches, but Marcus blocked and struck back. A third joined the fight, trying to grab Marcus from behind, but he spun around and landed a solid kick.They kept coming, one by one, each one trying to take Marcus down. He fought hard, punching, kicking, and dodging, but they were relentless. Emma and her brother watched in horror, their eyes fixed on the intense battle.Marcus's movements were swift and precise, but his opponents were fierce and determined. The fight raged on, with neither side giving in. But the men kept coming, one by one, each one launching a fierce attack. Marcus fought back, hi