Marcus crashed to the ground, the impact sending shockwaves through his body. The killer sneered, delivering a brutal kick that sent Marcus's head spinning. As blood began to seep from his wounds, Marcus groaned, his vision blurring. He struggled to his knees, his eyes blazing with fury as he glared at his attacker.The killer cackled, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "I had no intention of harming you," he taunted, "but since you're here, I might as well kill you too. And when I send your body to my Master, I'll receive a handsome reward." His smile twisted into a malevolent grin, revealing a sinister intent.The killer aimed a kick at Marcus, but Marcus grabbed his legs, holding them in place. The killer tried to pull away, but Marcus's grip was too strong. Marcus stood up, and the killer found himself on the ground. Marcus sneered, "You were saying?"The killer groaned, clutching his leg in agony. Marcus had never kicked him so hard before. Marcus kicked him again, this time in the
Marcus scrutinized the photograph, but the cryptic message only seemed to mock him with its silence. Frustrated, he tossed the picture aside and resumed his search for any clues related to the Tycoon Lord. However, his efforts yielded nothing. He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a sense of exasperation wash over him. As he stepped aside, his eyes darted around the office, scouring every nook and cranny for any hint that might lead him closer to the truth.Marcus let out a frustrated hiss, wondering why it was so difficult to uncover information about the elusive Tycoon Lord. He knew the man was searching for him, and a nagging thought crept into his mind: what if he was the first to catch him? And what if he was behind the T-Force attack? Marcus's mind raced with questions.With another hiss, he picked up the picture, studying it intently. He knew Sandra wouldn't be able to provide any insight into the photograph; she would only ask him where he obtained it. He glanced at the ima
"Look!" Sandra exclaimed, her hands trembling as she passed Marcus her phone. The screen displayed a breaking news headline in bold letters: "#Don Jack is missing#". Marcus let out a low hiss, trying to hide his lack of concern. "Is this why you screamed?" he asked, rubbing his hands over his face.Sandra stood up, her eyes wide with fear. "Do you know what this means?" she asked, her voice trembling. Marcus feigned ignorance, "What?" he asked, his tone neutral.Sandra's voice was laced with desperation. "Marcus, we're in trouble! You were the last person seen at the hotel last night. They will suspect us!" "Sandra, you're overthinking everything. We need to stay calm. If you act like this, they'll suspect us," he said in a low, soothing tone, trying to reassure her.She nodded her head, her hands clenched over her chest, her eyes welling up with tears.Marcus's expression remained calm, but his mind raced with calculations. He needed to keep Sandra calm, before she caused trouble
The officer's question broke the silence. "Ma, did you say anything?" Sandra shook her head, her voice barely audible. "No." Her voice quivered as she swallowed hard, her eyes fixed on the floor. She grasped her bag and began to walk away, her legs trembling beneath her.The officer's concern was palpable. "Ma, are you okay?" But Sandra didn't respond. She continued climbing the stairs, her mind racing with the image of the CCTV footage replaying in her head. She knew she wasn't mistaken. She knew it was Marcus. She was all too familiar with his distinctive walk, a trait that had once drawn her to him.The memory of his confident stride now haunted her, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of betrayal. Her thoughts swirled with questions. Why would Marcus break into her office? What was he hiding? A gentle tap on her shoulder snapped Sandra back to reality. She turned around to face a female police officer, who was smiling at her with a hint of concern. "Do you know who the perso
John arrived at the killer's house, his heart racing with anticipation. He knocked on the door, but the silence was deafening. He tried the handle, but it was locked, and a sense of unease crept over him. Where had the killer gone? He pulled out his phone and tried to call, but the number rang out, unanswered. Nothing was making sense to him.The possibility that the killer had kidnapped Don to demand a ransom crossed his mind, but that wasn't part of the plan. John's mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Had the killer deviated from the script? Jack had exhausted all his connections, pleading with everyone he knew for assistance, but to no avail. Don's disappearance remained a mystery, and Jack's frustration was reaching a boiling point. His men entered the room, and he glared at them, his eyes blazing with desperation. "Any progress?" he demanded.The man hesitated, "Sir, we've hit a dead end. The hotel manager claims the CCTV footage is missing." Jack's grip on the man's collar
Marcus chuckled, seemingly unbothered, as he began to stand up. But Sandra's expression turned dead serious. "I'm not joking when I say I'll pull the trigger," she warned.Marcus, still smiling, goaded her, "Pull it, then."And with that, Sandra pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the wall with a loud bang, and she swiftly returned the gun to Marcus's head. "Hope you now know this isn't some kind of fake gun," she hissed, her frustration palpable."Who the hell are you, Marcus?" she demanded, her eyes blazing with anger. But Marcus remained silent, his smirk still plastered on his face.Sandra's patience was wearing thin. "You're wasting time," she growled, her voice low and menacing. A knock at the door broke the tense silence. "Who's there?" Sandra roared, his voice echoing through the room."Ma, we just want to make sure you're fine," a worried voice replied from the other side of the door."I'm fine, can you mind your business?" Sandra snapped, her irritation evident."Sorry, Ma,
"Do it now," she commanded, her eyes gleaming with an air of authority.Marcus nodded, his gaze still fixed on her, as she pulled out his phone and dialed a number. At the second ring, a voice answered, "Hello?""Free Don," Marcus said, his voice firm."What, boss?" the voice exclaimed, surprise evident in his tone."You heard me, obey now," Marcus said, his tone brooking no argument, and ended the call.He turned to Sandra, his eyes demanding answers. "Fine, I've done my part. Now tell me, who are you?" he asked, his frustration growing.Sandra drew a chair and sat on it, she leaned back in her chair, a sly smile spreading across her face. "How do you know about the anklet?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.Marcus's face twisted in frustration. "You don't ask questions with questions," he snapped, his patience wearing thin. "Just tell me who you are and what's going on!""Chill, Marcus," Sandra said, nonchalantly placing her legs on the table, the anklets jingling soft
Sandra cleared her throat, beginning to explain, "The Adotha Empire is considered the first top-tier family..." But Marcus was still perplexed. "Wait, why are we suddenly considering the Don family as the top-tier family?" he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.Sandra smiled, "Well, he's the Tycoon Lord One..." But before she could continue, Marcus cut her off, his curiosity piqued. "Tycoon Lord One? What do you mean by that?" he asked, his tone relaxed, and Sandra smiled.“Sit, let’s discuss,” and Marcus nodded, giving him a curt nod."I will see him," Marcus said, determination in his voice.Sandra shook her head, her expression stern. "He's dangerous, Marcus. You can't just meet him without a backup plan."Marcus raised an eyebrow. "How dangerous is he?" he asked, and Sandra's voice was firm. "He destroyed a whole nation."Marcus nodded, realizing this was more serious than he thought. "I need to hand back up plan first before I face Tycoon Lord," he mumbled under his breath,
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
"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
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
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
"What?!" Marcus exclaimed, stunned, and Katherine nodded, swallowing hard. "The report came in when you left to find her," she said, her voice trembling. "It showed that she's carrying a child." Marcus gasped, cursing under his breath as he rubbed his hair in disbelief. "No, no, no," he muttered, shaking his head. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He didn't need a DNA test to know the child was his. Overwhelmed, Marcus collapsed to the floor, covering his face with his hands. He felt angry at himself, frustrated that he couldn't protect his own child. "I couldn't be there for my own child... what kind of father am I?" he mumbled, slapping himself in despair. Katherine rushed to his side, trying to calm him down. "Stop, Marcus, please," she begged, but he shook her off. "No, I have failed," he repeated, slapping himself harder. "I have failed as a father. What kind of father am I?" he asked, his voice cracking with emotion. Katherine paused, taken aback by his word
Amayah seized the opportunity to escape, dashing outside as Marcus was distracted. She spotted Owen and rushed towards him, relief washing over her. "Baby, let's get out of here! Marcus is crazy!" she begged, tugging on Owen's arm.But Owen didn't budge. Instead, he pulled her close, his hands gripping her waist tightly. "How did you think I ended up here?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.Amayah swallowed hard, confusion etched on her face. "I don't get it," she stammered.Owen let out an evil laugh. "You're truly dumb," he sneered, his eyes glinting with malice.Amayah's eyes widened as the pieces clicked into place. "Wait, you... you tracked me here?" she asked, disbelief etched on her face.Owen nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. Amayah tried to step back, but he caught her, holding her tight. She was trapped, and Owen's grip only tightened as he reveled in his sinister triumph."I didn't just track you here," Owen sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. "
Amayah sprang to her feet, tears streaming down her face. "Johnson, please don't hurt me!" she begged, her voice trembling.Johnson's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing. How could she betray him like this?Amayah held up her hands, pleading. "Please don't rape me!" she sobbed.Johnson's expression turned incredulous. "Are you out of your mind?" he demanded, but Amayah ignored him, her eyes fixed on him with a desperate, crying gaze.She reached out a hand, as if to touch him, but Johnson recoiled, backing away from her. "You foolish woman," he sneered. "You think you can put on this act?"But before he could finish, Marcus stormed over, his face a mask of fury. He grabbed Johnson's collar, yanking him forward, and delivered a swift, powerful blow.Marcus lifted Johnson up again, his fists flying in a flurry of punches. "How dare you think of laying your hands on Sandra!" he growled, each blow landing with precision and force.Johnson stumbled back, his eyes wide with fear, before
Amayah quickly stepped out, her flashlight casting a bright beam as she descended from the porch and circled the house. But she saw no one. As she turned around, she collided with a chest and let out a startled shout.Johnson swiftly covered her mouth, whispering, "Shh!"Amayah pushed him away, her expression disgusted. "You scared me!"Johnson raised his hands in defense. "Not my intention."Amayah rolled her eyes. "Did you see anyone?" Johnson asked, and she shook her head."No," she replied.Johnson nodded. "Maybe it was just one of these animals."As he dragged her inside, Amayah couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching them. She wanted to express her concerns, but knew Johnson would only dismiss her. So she kept quiet, her unease growing with each passing moment.As they entered, they covered their noses in disgust, realizing that Sandra had urinated on herself. Amayah's anger flared, and she walked up to Sandra, giving her a dirty slap. But instead of cowering, S
Amayah felt a sudden sense of unease, as if she was being followed. She stopped dead in her tracks and turned around, shining her torch into the darkness. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice firm but laced with a hint of fear.Owen, hiding behind a tree, held his breath, hoping not to be discovered. Amayah took a step closer, her torchlight dancing across the trees, mere inches from Owen's face. Just as she was about to shine the light directly on him, her phone rang, breaking the tension.The ID card flashed "Johnson" on the screen, and Amayah let out a sigh before answering. "What's up?" she asked, turning away from Owen's hiding spot."Where are you?" Johnson's voice asked, his tone laced with concern."Close," Amayah replied, glancing around nervously. "I felt someone chasing after me."Johnson chuckled. "It's just your mind playing games with you. Who would be awake at this time?"Amayah nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Fine, I'll hasten my steps."As she ended th