“What?" the chief police officer bellowed, his eyes darting from the police officer holding Marcus to the young officer standing next to him. The chief's mind raced, trying to understand what was happening. He couldn't let his staff see his fear, so he kept his expression neutral, even as his heart raced. He had to take control of the situation, and fast. But one thing he knew for sure, the army’s visit means troubles, and he wondered who they must have offended,The chief stood up, straightening his uniform and adjusting his cap. "Lock Marcus up," he ordered the officers, his tone cold and firm. "Keep torturing him until he talks." The officers nodded, their faces hard and unreadable. The chief strode to his office, his mind racing as he donned his jacket and cap. He exited the building and was met with the General, who stood on the steps of the building, his face grim. The chief approached the General, bowing slightly in respect. The General did not smile."What do I owe for this
Kathrine strode into the room, her eyes flashing with rage. She marched straight up to the chief officer and slapped him hard across the face. He let out a yelp of pain and tumbled to the ground, his eyes wide with shock. He couldn't believe that a woman had just struck him, and with such force. He looked up at Katherine, his mouth agape, as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. Who was this woman, and how did she possess such strength?Kathrine turned to the General, her eyes blazing with fury and she clenched her fist. "On what account did you hold the God King?" she demanded, her voice cold and hard. The General replied, "Mr. Owen reported him to the police." Kathrine ground her teeth, her face contorted in rage. "I swear, Mr. Owen will pay for this," she said through clenched teeth. The chief stood there, trying to piece together what was going on. He had checked Marcus’s personal file, but there was nothing there, now it’s quite obvious he had missed important in
Johnson had just remembered something important. He entered his house and made his way to his bedroom, where he took a few items from his nightstand. With a mischievous grin, he returned to the dining room and proceeded to spike the food. Finally, he had Sandra in his grasp, and he intended to make the most of it. Sandra got to Johnson house and to her surprise, she was standing at the front of Mr. Johnson house. She glanced at her phone to be sure she was at the right address and to her surprise she was at the right place. She couldn’t help but wonder why Johnson would choose his house of all locations.She took in deep a breath and adjusted her skirt, and she arranged her hair. “I need to do this for Marcus,” she mumbled to herself, trying to soothe herself.A voice was screaming in Sandra’s mind to run away from here, but she shoved it aside and with her hands trembling she pressed the doorbell. Immediately the door opened and Johnson stood there with his rounded tummy shining hi
Sandra slammed her knee into Johnson's groin, and he let out a howl of pain, releasing his grip on her. She raced to the front door and yanked on the handle, but it was locked. Frantically, she patted her pockets, searching for her phone, but it was nowhere to be found. It was then she remembered that Johnson had yanked it from her hand earlier."Fuck!" she yelled, panic beginning to set in. In the distance, she heard the sound of Johnson groaning as he began to regain his energy. She knew had to get out of there, and fast.She sighted her phone on the floor, a few feet away. She lunged for it, her limbs heavy and uncoordinated. As she reached down, her hand picked her phone, which she just noticed was cracked, and when she looked up, Johnson was standing right in front of her. She stumbled backwards, her legs feeling like lead. The drugs were taking hold, making her sluggish and slow. She struggled to stay conscious, slapping her cheeks with trembling hands. The room was starting t
Johnson felt a surge of fear as Marcus strode toward him, his eyes burning with rage. But he was determined not to show his fear, and stood up to face the man who had invaded his home. He believed that his taekwondo skills would be enough to defend himself, and smirked in defiance. But his smirk vanished as Marcus punched him square in the nose. Blood spurted from his nostrils, and he coughed and spluttered, clutching at his face in pain. This only served to enrage Marcus further, who lunged at him again.Johnson fell backwards, hitting the floor hard. He groaned, his pride wounded as much as his body. But he refused to give in, his stubbornness clouding his judgment. Marcus saw the defiance in his eyes and let out a roar of rage. “How dare you touch my woman!” He roared as he pounced on Johnson, his fists flying, each blow landing with a sickening thud. Johnson groaned in agony, his hands wrapped around his stomach coughing, his face already swollen and bruised. The pain was alm
The Next Day.Marcus and Sandra were still at the hotel. Sandra had just woken up, her head pounding and her memory hazy. The last thing she remembered was Johnson dragging her into his room, but she couldn't remember anything after that. She began to cry, her mind racing with fear and confusion. She thought Johnson had succeeded in raping her, now she had to find a way to free Marcus. She got out of bed and went to the door, opening it slowly. The hall was empty, and she could hear the sound of the ocean from the balcony."Who are you looking for?" Marcus's voice made her jump, and she spun around to face him, her heart pounding in her chest. "You scared me!" she exclaimed, her words coming out in a rush. Marcus just chuckled, a hint of a smile on his lips. "When did you get out of prison?" she blurted out, unable to stop herself. Marcus's smile faded, and his expression grew serious. "Last night," he said, his voice calm and steady. Sandra's mouth dropped open in surprise."Jo
"I agree to marry you, my dear," Don said, his voice smooth and full of confidence. She hadn't noticed that he was standing there, next to her mother. A look of shock passed across her face. It was no surprise to her that Don would agree to marry her - he had always been infatuated with her, despite the fact that she had never shown any interest in him. In Fact he irritates her. "No," she said, more forcefully this time. "I won't marry him and it’s final." She couldn't let herself be trapped in a loveless marriage to a man she didn't love at all. "Why?" her father demanded again, his voice rising in anger. She could feel the tension in the room rising, like a gathering storm. "Because I don't love him," she said, more firmly this time. "I don't want to be trapped in a loveless marriage like you and mother." The words were out before she could stop them, and she instantly regretted them. Her father's face flushed red, and he glared at her. "How dare you!" he roared. She droppe
Challenge Accepted.Marcus wanted nothing more than to leave the mansion and never look back. But as he was about to get on his bike, he realized that he had forgotten his house keys in Sandra's bag. He let out a curse under his breath and made his way back inside the mansion. As he was about to enter the sitting room, he heard raised voices and decided to hide behind a pillar, eavesdropping on the conversation.Who the hell is this Marcus?" the father yelled, his anger returning in full force. But before Sandra could answer they heard a voice.“I'm Marcus Puth," Marcus said, his voice smooth and confident. The room fell silent, everyone turning to look at the source of the voice. There, standing in the doorway, was Marcus with a sly smile on his face. As the family's eyes landed on Marcus, they burst into laughter. They had been expecting to see a man dressed in an expensive suit, with expensive shoes and a cigar in hand. Instead, what they saw was a man in a plain shirt and slip
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