Emma composed herself and returned to her brother's bedside, concern etched on her face. "How do you feel?" she asked, her voice soft. Her brother forced a smile, "I'm fine." Emma's eyes narrowed, "Are you sure?" She needed reassurance that he was okay. He nodded, "Just some little back pains." Emma's eyes filled with relief, "You will be fine, okay?" “You will be fine okay,” she said, as she cupped his face, her touch gentle. He nodded, his eyes trusting. She helped him sit up straight, her hands supporting his back. Her brother's smile weakened, and his eyes fluttered closed, his face pale. Emma's heart raced, her fears resurfacing.Marcus's smile was a brief moment of comfort before Emma's attention was drawn back to her brother's suffering. She rubbed his hands, trying to offer what little comfort she could, her lips bitten shut to hold back tears. When Marcus asked if he wanted to eat, her brother's response sent a wave of worry crashing over her. "No, I can't. My stomach
Marcus stormed out of the room, still fuming with anger. He couldn't believe Amayah had tried to seduce him, and her shameless behavior disgusted him. With a hiss, he dressed and stepped out of the room, leaving Amayah kneeling and begging for forgiveness. "I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me, please don't chase me out of the house," she pleaded, grasping at his legs. But Marcus was unmoved, and with a bitter laugh, he said, "Isn't it funny how the tables have turned? Just felt like yesterday, on my 23rd birthday, I was begging you not to leave me, and now...now you're the one desperate to stay." His words trailed off as he walked away, leaving Amayah flat on the floor, her tears and apologies falling on deaf ears. She couldn’t believe how the hands of times had changed. She felt embarrassed she never believed she would be in this situation.Amayah's tears evaporated quickly as she trailed behind Marcus, pleading, "Please, Marcus, please." But he stopped and turned around, h
Marcus's expression turned determined, his eyes locked on Emma's desperate face. "I'll get it from them," he said, his voice firm. Emma's eyes widened, her voice trembling, "Are you serious? Please don't joke, please." Marcus's face softened, "I'm not joking, I meant it." Emma's gratitude poured out as she hugged him tightly, "Thank you, thank you so much." Marcus hugged her back, "It's nothing, don't worry." He then turned to the doctor, "Try to keep him stable, I'll try to get the cure as soon as possible." The doctor nodded, "Okay, no problem, but you need to hurry, time is running out." Marcus nodded, his jaw set in determination, "I will, I promise." The weight of the task settled on his shoulders, but he was willing to risk everything to save Emma's brother.Marcus pulled Emma into a warm embrace, "Take care of yourself and your brother," he said, his voice filled with concern. Emma nodded, her eyes welling up with tears, "Thank you, you don't know how much this means to
They began to feel hot. Marcus stood and he stared at Sandra who winked at him. She stood up holding his collar.“Let’s go inside,” she said, her voice low and husky.He nodded and he stood up smiling as they walked into the room. Amayah who had been watching all clenched her fists together.She walked up to the knock and knocked. But she was ignored. She tried to push the food open but she couldn’t. “Fuck! What should I do?” She began to pace around.On the other hand, Sandra lips brushed against his and a roaring electricity ran through her limbs.he thrusted his tongue into her mouth while he pulled her dress and unclasped her bra, revealing her soft, succulent breast. His slick tongue viciously went around her neck,and moved to her breast."Fuck," She muttered as he run his tongue across her hard nipples before pulling one of them between his mouth, while his hand play with the other.He quickly took his hands down and started unbuttoning her pants. Once bare,he placed wet kisses
Sandra's father stormed into the room, slamming papers into John's face. "What is the meaning of this?" he thundered.John gazed at the papers, then up at his father, his expression unyielding. "What are you talking about?""Don't play dumb! Did you sell my car?" his father barked, his anger palpable.John shrugged nonchalantly. "I did. I needed the cash."His father's face turned red with rage. "How dare you! You sold my car without my permission? You're so irresponsible!"John remained unmoved. "I did what I had to do to survive."His father's disgust was evident. "You're a waste of sperm! Can't you see your sister Sandra, how she's making a living? And Marcus, he's doing well too. Why can't you be like them? You've had a more comfortable life than both of them, yet you still manage to mess things up!""You should be the one ashamed, not me!" John shot back, his voice trembling with anger. "If you were a good father, Sandra wouldn't have kicked you out of her house. She won't allow
Marcus stormed into Amayah's room, his face twisted in disgust. "Get out!" he barked, dragging her belongings out. Amayah's eyes widened in confusion. "What's going on, Marcus?" she pleaded, but he cut her off."Your time here is up. Get the hell out of my house!" He sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. Amayah fell to her knees, begging. "Please, don't do this to me. I'm innocent. I didn't drug the food."Marcus scoffed. "I've had enough of your lies. I heard your conversation with someone over the phone that day. You think I'm blind to your deceit?" Amayah's eyes widened in shock, realizing he had overheard her secret conversation with Owen.“And do you know what? I found the store where you place the order.” He added. "Please, don't chase me away," she begged, clinging to his legs. "I have nowhere to go." But Marcus was unforgiving. "Get out, or I'll call my men to throw you out!" he growled, flinging her belongings out of the house. "You had one chance, and you wasted it.
Marcus stepped out of the doctor's office, needing some fresh air to clear his head. He drove to a nearby cafe, sat down, and ordered a coffee. As he sipped his coffee, Amayah walked in and sat down opposite him. "Get out, Amayah!" he barked, but she didn't flinch. "Please, just hear me out this once," she begged, her eyes pleading. But Marcus was unforgiving. "No, I'm done with this madness. Get out and go back to your loser boyfriend," he shouted, drawing the attention of the other cafe patrons. Amayah's face flushed with embarrassment, but she knew she had to persevere. She needed this, no matter how much he seemed to despise her.Amayah knelt down, her hands clasped together in desperation, "Please, I'm begging you, don't do this to me," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. But Marcus remained unmoved, a smirk on his face. "Do you want me to throw you out of here?" he said, his voice cold and detached."I'm a changed soul, I promise you, I'm changed," she cried out, he
Amayah arrived home to find Owen sitting in a chair, smoking a cigarette, which immediately sparked her anger. 'Did you see my call or not?' she asked, her tone stern. Owen shrugged nonchalantly, which only fueled her frustration. “I saw the call, what happened?” he asked, seemingly unbothered. Amayah scoffed, her anger boiling over. “You didn't bother to call me back!” she exclaimed. Owen ignored her question and asked, “What did Marcus say?” taking a drag on his cigarette. Amayah let out a bitter laugh, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Did you ever truly love me?” she asked, her eyes blazing with intensity. Owen stared at her, his expression twisted in disgust. “That’s not the answer to my question,” he growled, his anger rising. But Amayah pressed on, her voice firm. “Tell me, Owen, do you love me?”"Love, love, love, that's all you know," Owen said, his voice dripping with disgust. "Have you ever asked yourself how you can grow and develop as a person? It's not just about y