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The Amazing Marcus Puth Ruin you!!!
Marcus was paralyzed, his gaze locked on the image of his home ablaze, the flames dancing in his vision like a mockery of his life. He searched his memory for any potential culprits, but his mind drew a blank, his thoughts a tangled web of confusion and disbelief. He wondered if his previous enemies knew he was alive. Sandra, oblivious to Marcus's distress, turned to address him. "Marcus," she began, her voice brimming with excitement. "Do you think he'll change his mind?"Her question hung in the air and she waited for his response but she got none. “Mar…” she called out as swung around to face him, but the words died on her tongue as her eyes met his."Marcus," Sandra called out, her voice laced with concern as she hurried towards him. "Is everything okay?"But Marcus remained silent, his eyes fixed on the image that still haunted his phone's screen. Sandra's hand shot out, snatching the device from his grip."Oh my God!" she exclaimed as she took in the image. "Who sent this?""
The Amazing Marcus Puth Don!!
Don celebrated with his friends in his room, glasses of alcohol in hand. "We did it guys!" he exclaimed, a broad grin stretching across his face. “How dare Marcus think he could compete with me for Sandra's affection," he scoffed, his words laced with a hint of arrogance. "A poor man trying to rub shoulders with the elite. Hah!" His friends laughed, their voices filling the room with a chorus of approval. Don raised his glass, his eyes gleaming with triumph.“Cheers to victory,” one of his friends mumbled as they hit their glasses together.Don's mind swirled with vindictive thoughts, his obsession with Sandra a deep-rooted fixation that had burrowed into the core of his being. Sandra will have no choice but to submit to me he mused, his expression darkening as he reveled in his own power.His childhood affection for Sandra had led him to manipulate his parents into favoring her father, elevating them to the status of a third-tier family. Don had always fiercely defended Sandra fro
The Amazing Marcus Puth Underestimated
Marcus was seething with rage. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel of his car, his knuckles turning white as he read and reread the message. It was as if the words had been carved into his mind, taunting him with their accusation. He tried to think if had any issues with Don but none was coming to his mind. "Don," he spat through gritted teeth, his voice trembling with anger. "You've gone too far. You've bitten off more than you can chew." With a swift motion, Marcus started the car, his foot pressing down on the accelerator as he pulled out of the driveway.Sandra watched Marcus's car speed off, its engine roaring with the force of his fury. Her eyebrows furrowed with confusion, her thoughts racing as she tried to make sense of his abrupt departure. With a concerned frown, Sandra pulled out her phone, her thumb swiping over the screen to dial Marcus's number. But he did not pick up, his silence only heightening her anxiety. Where did he go? she whispered, her voice tinged
The Amazing Marcus Puth The party!!
Marcus dailed a number and with the first ring the person at the other end of the phone picked it immediately.“Hello boss,” the person greeted.“I want you to organize a party tonight. Invite top tycoons and the press.”“As you wish boss,” the man said and Marcus gave him a curt nod even though he could not see him. Marcus ended the call and walked to the mirror, his hands resting on the table.Marcus, his face alight with wicked glee, grinned into the mirror, his fingers raking through his hair, his eyes dancing with anticipation. "It's time to make my move," he muttered, his voice ringing with confidence as he pocketed his phone. With a satisfied smirk, Marcus turned on his heels, his footsteps echoing through the empty room. "Let's begin the show," he said, his laughter echoing like a sinister crescendo.Sandra's father's voice boomed over the phone, his words carrying the weight of his fury.Sandra, her phone vibrating in her hand, looked at the caller ID with a sigh. It was he
The Amazing Marcus Puth The battle has just begun!!!
Don and his entire family stepped out, their smiles wide and radiating as the press focused their cameras on them. Don’s father began to speak, his voice carrying across the crowd. “As you all know, we are philanthropists—people who help the poor and build homes for those in need.” The crowd erupted into applause as Marcus checked his wristwatch, a small chuckle escaping his lips.Marcus took a seat, puffing on his shisha as a grin spread across his face. He watched Don and his family with a sense of anticipation, knowing that his revenge was near. In his mind, it was only a matter of time before Don would be forced to leave this place in shame. As the press snapped pictures of Don and his family, Marcus continued to observe them, each inhale of smoke a reminder of the power he held.With a gleam of satisfaction, Don pressed a button, sending a beam of light onto the projector. The crowd erupted in applause, a flash of light illuminating Don’s smile. But just as quickly as the room
The Amazing Marcus Puth Apologize to Marcus!!
A furious Don father stormed into the police station, his gaze fixed on the officers who had arrested his son in front of the press. “How dare you, how could you arrest my son in front of the press!” he roared, his voice seething with rage. “I thought we were friends.” The deputy police officer stepped forward, a look of contrition on his face. “I’m sorry, sir. The order came from above.” Don's father's face turned stormy, his eyes narrowing as he took in the news. He hissed through clenched teeth, the betrayal stinging like a slap to the face.“I’m here to bail my son out,” he stated firmly, expecting immediate compliance. But the deputy officer’s gaze was steely, his response chilling. “We can’t grant you that.”“I want to bail my son out,” He repeated, assuming the deputy police officer did not hear him earlier.Don's father's demand fell on deaf ears as the deputy officer maintained his resolve. “I’m sorry, sir,” he repeated, his voice devoid of pity. “The order is clear—you
The Amazing Marcus Puth Brought Silence!!
Don Father dialed the number again, but was met with silence. He gritted his teeth in frustration and called one of his men. "Any information?" he asked, his voice tinged with anger. "Yes sir," the man replied. "I was just about to call you. There is no trace of who did this, but the person left a message."Don Father's patience snapped. "You can't do a simple job? You're telling me there's no information?!" he roared.“I tried my best sir!”The phone call ended with a click, and the Don Father seethed. "Your best isn’t enough," he roared, frustration boiling within him. Kneeling to Marcus was his only option, but the thought of it made his blood boil. In desperation, he dialed the Chief Police Officer, but the call was declined. The Don Father hissed, his pride bruised as the officers in the station stared at him with a mixture of fear and disgust. He’d once commanded respect, but his empire was now crumbling around him.Fuming, the Don Father stormed out of the station and into
The Amazing Marcus Puth Divorce saga!!!
Don’s father, was incensed by the false news being circulated. He picked up his phone to call Marcus, who had been the source of the misinformation, but Marcus declined his calls. Frustrated, he threw his phone away, his anger growing. This was the worst day of his life, and he had no idea how to fix the situation.As Mr. Don's frustration mounted, he found himself in a precarious situation. Not only was his reputation at stake due to the spread of inaccurate news, but his attempts to reach Marcus, the source of the misinformation, were futile. With limited options and dwindling patience, he struggled to find a way to clear his son's name and salvage the situation.Enraged, Mr. Don grabbed his other phone and dialed the chief police officer. "This is not what we agreed on!" he snapped as soon as the officer answered. "What am I seeing in the news?"The chief officer scoffed in response, his tone condescending. "You don't raise your voice to me, Mr. Man," he warned. "I made a promi
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