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
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