"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
Sandra's expression darkened as she heard the door open and saw Marcus walk in. She knew he was trouble, and that was the reason why she hates being extra nice to her employee and now he was here to ask for an extra bonus or wants to have an affair with her. She never knew he had taken the show downstairs, earlier to heart. Without thinking, she let out a sharp, "Get out!" But Marcus didn't move. He just stood there, his hands tucked into his pockets, a small smirk playing on his lips. It was too much. She lost it. "You fucking heard me! Get the fuck out of my office!" Marcus took a step forward, and she felt her anger rise to new heights and then Marcus dropped an envelope on the desk.Sandra was confused, then she glanced at the envelope on her desk. "What's this?" she asked, her voice tense. "See for yourself," Marcus replied, his tone calm and steady. She looked down at the envelope and hesitated. What if it was something ridiculous. She was about to open it when she sto
Marcus let out a laugh that caught Sandra off guard. She looked at him, rolling her eyes, she couldn't believe she was standing here, wasting her time with Marcus. She wanted to end everything now and chased him out of her office, but her curiosity was getting a hold of her.Marcus removed his hands from his pocket and walked towards her. He grabbed her by her waist and used his middle finger to lift her chin. Sandra's eyes opened wide, she had never seen this part of Marcus. He was one who had always maintained his distance, and here he was caressing her cheeks. To her, Marcus was a coward and a loser. How dare he touch her?“I don’t like jokes,” he said, caressing her cheeks. “Do you mean what you had just said, will you marry me?” Marcus asked, his voice firm.Sandra's eyes racked him, she wanted to lash out at him, but she decided to do it after the transaction, by then she would have had enough proof to deal with him.“Yes, I mean business,” she said, a smirk tugged at her lips.