"Who sent this?" the Tycoon Lord barked, his voice echoing through the room. His men rushed in, their faces tense with concern. "Who made a mockery of me?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with anger."We found it at the door, sir," one of his men explained. "Your name was on it, so we brought it to you."The Tycoon Lord's face twisted in confusion, despite the chill in the air, he was sweating. His phone rang, shrill and insistent, and he snatched it up without checking the caller ID."How do you like my gift?" a calm, menacing voice spoke, sending a shiver down the Tycoon Lord's spine."Blade," he growled, his eyes narrowing. "You're behind this.""I wanted to send a message," Marcus continued, his voice dripping with malice. "You see, Adotha, you've been making lots of mistakes but this time around I won’t forgive your mistakes. And now, it's time to pay the price."The Tycoon Lord grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the house, ignoring his men's questions about where he was goin
The tycoon lord strode into the cottage, his nose wrinkling in distaste as he surveyed the dusty, abandoned interior. It was as if no one had set foot in the place for years. But then, his gaze landed on the old man, bound and helpless, and a mischievous smile spread across his face.The old man's expression was unreadable, his eyes fixed on the tycoon lord with a piercing intensity. He didn't flinch, didn't speak, just kept staring as the tycoon lord pulled out a dusty chair, wiped it down with a flourish, and sat down."Long time, old man," the tycoon lord said, his grin widening, but the old man remained silent, his eyes never leaving the tycoon lord's face.The Tycoon lord chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "You know, today is not the day for you to play dumb," he sneered, but the old man remained silent, his eyes fixed on the tycoon lord with a piercing intensity.The tycoon lord continued, his voice dripping with malice. "I used to think you were useless, a waste of space. But
The men charged at Marcus, but he was ready for them. He punched one man in the face, and he fell to the ground. Another man swung a sword at Marcus, but he dodged it and kicked the man in the stomach. The man doubled over, and Marcus hit him on the back.Marcus grabbed a third man and threw him against the wall. The man crumpled to the ground. A fourth man tried to sneak up behind Marcus, but he turned around and punched him in the jaw.The fight continued, with Marcus using his fists, feet, and quick reflexes to take down Adotha's men one by one. He was a skilled fighter, and soon the men were lying on the ground, unconscious.Adotha's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Marcus, swallowing hard. Marcus pulled out his gun, his hand steady and his eyes blazing with anger."I have tolerated you for long enough," Marcus growled, his voice low and menacing. "Do you know how long this has been coming? You destroyed T-Force, separated me from my mentor."Adotha held up his hands, placati
Marcus approached Sandra, who was sitting alone, and cleared his throat to get her attention. She looked up at him with a smile. "Hey," she said, her voice warm."May I sit?" he asked, and she nodded, moving aside to make space for him. He sat down close to her."Thank you for saving me," he said, his voice sincere.She smiled. "It's nothing. You would have done the same if you were in my shoes."He murmured, "I was just being stubborn."Sandra's expression was understanding. "I know it's about your old man, so it's normal to be worried."He held her hands tightly, and she leaned into his shoulder, seeking comfort. Sandra was the one who had advised the team to disobey Marcus, knowing the risks involved. She had warned them about the tycoon lord's ruthless nature, and how only Marcus was unaware of the danger that lay ahead.She was relieved that they had arrived just in time, or else Marcus would have met his demise. Sandra still has feelings for Marcus, but she knew she could neve
The party was amazing! The hall was huge and beautifully decorated with flowers and lights. Many guests were dressed in fancy clothes and jewels, and they were all chatting and laughing. The room was filled with music and the smell of delicious food. There were cameras flashing everywhere as the press took pictures. A red carpet led to the entrance, and fancy cars kept arriving with more guests. Amayah stepped out of the car, her hands crossed over her chest as she walked inside with Owen by her side. She tried to keep a distance from him, her eyes scanning the room in hopes of catching the CEO's attention. A waiter served her a drink, and she sipped it slowly, her eyes darting around the room. Suddenly, she dropped her glass and whispered to Owen, "I'm coming," before standing up and walking away. She had only taken a few steps when she collided with someone, and a drink was spilled all over her chest. "Are you mad?" she exclaimed, looking up to see Marcus standing before her, a
The room fell silent as Marcus unexpectedly appeared, microphone in hand, his eyes scanning the room before locking onto Amayah's stunned face. Her mouth hung open in disbelief, and Marcus's grin only grew wider.Amayah's mind raced as she struggled to process the sudden turn of events. How did the CEO, known for his ruthless business tactics and mysterious wealth, end up standing in front of her, was Marcus? She tried to replay the events leading up to this moment, but her thoughts were a jumbled mess.She rubbed her face, hoping to shake off the shock, but Marcus remained, his smile unwavering. Amayah felt like the floor should swallow her whole, sparing her from this humiliating moment.Amayah's gaze shifted to Owen, whose eyes were wide with shock, mirroring her own disbelief. She let out a weary sigh, rubbing the back of her neck, her mind reeling with questions. How did she not suspect Marcus's wealth after their encounter at the club? “Or did Owen lie to me about the fake tran
Amayah's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the notification on her phone, her heart racing with fear. Owen's message was clear: comply with his plan, or face the consequences of her nude photo being shared online. "You're wicked, Owen!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with anger and despair. Owen's chuckle was cold and calculating, his words dripping with malice. "I never said I was a saint." Amayah's world was crumbling around her. She felt trapped and betrayed, her mind reeling with the weight of Owen's blackmail. As she slumped to the floor, overcome with emotion, Owen slammed the door shut behind him, leaving her alone, she used her hands to cover her face. Her scream echoed through the room.Amayah's thoughts were consumed by regret and sorrow as she lamented her past choices. She wondered how she had been so blinded by Owen's charm and wealth, failing to see the true nature of his character. She thought about Marcus, the man she had left behind, and how he had promi
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