Sandra groaned, trying to sit up, and Marcus rushed to her side, helping her into a comfortable position. She gave him a weak smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Leaning back against the pillow, she whispered, "Thank you."Marcus nodded, adjusting the pillow for her. The silence between them was awkward, until Marcus cleared his throat, forcing Sandra to look at him. "I want to ask a personal question," he said, his eyes locked on hers.Sandra nodded weakly, "Go on."Marcus held her hands, his voice filled with emotion. "Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked, his eyes searching for answers.Sandra smiled weakly, but this time, it reached her eyes. "Does it matter?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.Marcus nodded, urging her to answer. "Please, answer me. Have you ever thought of marriage?" he asked again, his voice filled with longing.Sandra chuckled, a hint of amusement in her eyes. "Why are you so interested? When did you begin to care?" she asked, her voice
The next day, after breakfast, Marcus set out to Grey's house, parking his car at a distance. He put on his hoodie and stepped out, glancing around cautiously before walking towards the gate. To his surprise, it swung open with ease, suggesting Grey had forgotten to lock it. Marcus entered, still looking over his shoulder, and pushed open the creaky front door.As he stepped inside, his eyes scanned the empty rooms, his gaze darting everywhere. The house seemed abandoned, with no signs of life or warmth. Marcus let out a sigh, confusion etched on his face. Why did Grey's house look like no one lived there?He began to climb the stairs, trying to be careful not to make a sound, his senses heightened as he ventured deeper into the house.Marcus stood in the middle of the house, his eyes scanning the area, trying to locate the source of the mysterious noise he had heard earlier. He finally found the room, but it was locked. He searched for something to open the door, but found nothing
"I should be the one saying that," Grey sneered, laughing evilly. Marcus stared at him, his eyes blazing with fury, as he moved forward."You dare think of hurting my parents?" Marcus growled.Grey shrugged. "That's the rule of the street: kill to survive."Marcus shook his head in disgust. "Not your own blood, Grey. He was your elder brother, and you dared to do this to him?"Grey smirked. "Spare me the crap, Marcus. You would have done the same if you were in my shoes. It's survival. The rule is to survive. Your father thought he could have all the good things in life and make me his puppet? Never. I took control of my own destiny."Marcus scoffed. "Take control of your destiny? You call this control? Locking up your own family, manipulating and using them for your own gain?"Grey didn't answer, he just shrugged his shoulders, his expression unrepentant."You know one of the things I hate?" Marcus asked, his eyes blazing with anger as he stared at Grey."What?" Grey asked, a hint of
Marcus dropped the gun on Grey's chest, covering his face with his hands before standing up and pulling his hair back. He walked away, got into his car, and drove off, lost in thought.As he arrived home, he rested his head on the steering wheel, wondering how he would face his parents. He was still reeling from the revelation that his parents, whom he had believed were dead, were actually alive.With a sigh, he stepped out of the car and locked it, noticing the eerie silence. As he entered the house, he flipped on the light switch, and suddenly, everyone screamed "Surprise!"Marcus flinched, taken aback by the sudden noise and the sea of faces before him. He was surrounded by loved ones, all holding flowers and balloons, their faces beaming with joy."What's going on?" Marcus asked, genuinely surprised, and they all smiled.Sandra stepped forward, beaming. "Since your parents are alive, I thought of doing a little celebration to mark the happy news," she explained, and everyone nodde
"What did you say?" Marcus asked, straining to make out his wife's expression in the dark room. Ameyah crossed her arms and let out a hiss. "You heard me, you loser," she said, her voice tinged with disgust. "I want a divorce." Marcus’s eyes widened, he tried to touch her but she flinched. "You can't be serious," he said, his voice shaking. But the look in Ameyah's eyes told him that she was dead serious. Marcus looked at Ameyah, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Do I look like I'm joking?" she said, her eyes blazing with anger. "I'm done with this hell of a marriage." She shook her head, her hands clenched into fists. "I don't want to live with you anymore." Marcus was at a loss for words. He had thought their marriage was strong, that they had built a solid foundation together. But now, it seemed like all of that was crumbling to dust. "But...why?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.In response to his question, Ameyah flung a stack of papers at him, the papers flutt
10:00 am.Marcus slammed his car door shut and strode toward the courthouse. He could feel his pulse quickening as he approached the front doors. When he arrived, he saw Amayah standing outside, fixing her hair. She chewed her gum loudly, the sound grating on his nerves. He rolled his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. This was going to be a long day.Amayah's eyes raked over him, her gaze full of disdain. As he approached, he could see the anger simmering just beneath the surface of her calm expression. "Do you really want a divorce?" he asked, his voice hopeful. She gave him a withering look. "Do you think I would have gone this far if I didn't?" she asked, her voice cold and sharp. He sighed, his shoulders drooping. "We can sort things out," he pleaded. "We don't have to get a divorce." She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'd rather set myself on fire than stay with you!”“Is that how much you hate me?” He asked.“Yes Marcus. Let’s just get this over with,” She
Owen's fury boiled over as he watched the scene unfold before him. How dare they crash his car? This was not what he needed right now. He had been having some business issues lately, and he didn't have the money to fix this car. He had just bought it with the last of his savings, and although his father was rich, he wouldn't be willing to buy him another one. Owen strode over to the SUV, banging on the window with all his might, but he got no reply, which piqued his anger."Hey!" he yelled. "Open up!" The window rolled down, and the person inside was revealed. Owen was struck dumb. The woman's emerald eyes glinted with amusement. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to speak. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The woman finally broke the silence, her voice cool and collected. "May I help you?" she asked, her voice cold."I just wanted to make sure you're alright," he lied, trying to impress the woman. She looked at him, her face still cool and calm. There was no trace o
"No!" Amayah screamed, panic rising in her throat. "Quench the fire! You can’t just destroy things, where's your concise?” She yelled.Marcus grits his teeth, he was surprised Amayah of all people was talking about concise when she knew she was not a saint she was worse.Katherine stood by, laughing at Amayah's suffering. She hated Amayah with passion and would have strangled her, herself if it weren't for the consequences. Amayah's anger flared, and she walked up to Katherine who stood there with a sneered plastered on her face. "Why waste money?" she demanded. Katherine just sneered at her, her eyes cold and dismissive. "Do you mind riding in my car?" she asked Marcus, completely ignoring Amayah. He nodded without hesitation, taking her hand and following her out the door. "You have no right to walk away from me! Come back here,” Amayah yelled, but they kept walking.As Amayah watched Katherine and Marcus drive off, she felt her anger give way to a sense of deep despair. What i