Marcus' shock was palpable, his grip on the phone tightening as his mind reeled with the implications of this newfound information. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice a low, urgent whisper.The General, unmoved by Marcus' disbelief, remained steadfast. "Yes, lord," he confirmed, his tone grim and unwavering. "I'm standing at the front of his house right now," he added, his words a testament to the gravity of the situation.Marcus, his jaw clenched in anger, gave his orders with a singular focus. “Leave now!” He said through gritted teeth.“Yes lord,” The general replied.Marcus hung up the phone, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed his teeth might shatter. "Johnson, you just messed with the wrong person, ask Don," he muttered under his breath, the veins on his neck standing out as his anger coursed through him like a wildfire. With a deep breath, he turned to face the receptionist and the doctors, who were waiting nearby.As if a mask had been donned, Marcus's face transformed, hi
Kathrine, her tired eyes now burning with determination, focused on the computer with renewed intensity. She knew that her boss, Marcus, would not settle for anything less than perfection, and she was not about to disappoint. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, the click-clack of the keys punctuating the silence as she searched for any information that could shed light on the elusive Johnson. The cursor blinked on the screen, a silent reminder of the importance of her task.Amayah, shrouded in the steam of the bathroom, remained still, her ears pricked for any sign of movement. She had heard the unmistakable voice of Marcus, but then she believed bunke he was meant to be dead due to several gunshots she heard.Amayah crept out from her sanctuary, her steps barely audible as she made her way through the hall, her breath held in anticipation. As she reached the living area, she exhaled a long, slow sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly at the realization that Marcus was nowhere to
Amayah, despite her reservations, managed to whisper "I love you" to Owen as he held her in his arms. Owen, sensing the tension in her body language, released her from the hug without a word. He began to realize that his relationship with Amayah was more complicated than he had initially thought, and he started to regret dating her. On the contrary, Johnson, his eyes gleaming with malice, leaned over his injured subordinate with a sadistic grin. "So tell me, what should I do to you?" he asked, his voice dripping with mock curiosity. The injured man, writhing in pain, stuttered, "I...I want forgiveness."Johnson's smile widened into a twisted leer, and he pressed his weight harder on the man's wounds, causing him to yelp in agony. "Forgiveness, you say? How interesting. I think we can arrange something, don't you?" he taunted.Johnson was enjoying the cries of pain from the man beneath him, as it demonstrated his superiority and ability to enforce his authority. The man was powerle
Marcus, determined to follow through on his plan, dialed a number. After two rings, the call was answered. "I have information for you," Marcus declared. The man on the other end of the line remained silent, before eventually replying in a hushed voice. "Who is this?""My identity is not important. I have information you will find valuable," Marcus replied, his voice steady and confident. "Where can we meet?"The silence on the line lingered, only to be broken by the man's response. "I will send you an address.”With a curt nod, Marcus disconnected the call. "Johnson will rue the day he crossed me," he muttered under his breath, a menacing smirk curling his lips. Katherine, weary from her research, rose from her computer. "What about Sandra?" she inquired, a hint of apprehension in her voice.Marcus, his gaze shifting towards Sandra, hissed, “What is it about her?” Katherine bit her lip, worry etching lines into her face. "I don't know, Marcus. We need to be careful. She knows abou
Marcus, as cool and collected as a seasoned professional, offered a polite nod. "Nice doing business with you," he said, his words carrying the practiced tone of a man who'd been here before. Rising from the table, he turned on his heel, his footsteps silent as he navigated the maze of tables and chairs. He knew that the man, already scheming, would dispatch his men to track him down. Slipping into the bathroom, Marcus wasted no time in removing his mask and jacket, his transformation complete in mere moments.The man, a wolfish grin curling his lips, wasted no time in making a call to one of his men who was sitting across him. “He made his way towards the bathroom.” "Yes, boss," he murmured into the phone, his voice low and conspiratorial. His men stood up, straightened his suit and put on his sunglasses, knowing the plan well. He would find Marcus, and when they did, they would take the money and end his life. It was a brutal business they were in, but one they understood well.
On the television, the story of Johnson played out in vivid detail. There he was, kneeling in front of a woman, his eyes brimming with tears as he pleaded with her for sexual intimacy. The news story then shifted, revealing a second scene: Johnson, in a more sinister light, attempting to rape Sandra. The stark contrast between the two scenarios was starkly apparent, with the first scene showcasing a pitiful Johnson, and the second depicting him as a dangerous predator. The news anchors spoke in somber tones, discussing the implications of Johnson's actions and the serious consequences he would face for his crimes.Marcus let loose a chilling laugh, his dark amusement echoing through the room. This was only the start of Johnson’s punishment, he mused, reveling in his vengeance. Picking up his phone, Marcus casually transferred a whopping fifty million dollars to Katherine. In an instant, the notification lit up Katherine’s screen, the amount of the transfer emblazoned across the disp
The escape plan was forming in Johnson’s head, his eyes darting around the room before landing on the window. But before he could take a single step towards it, the police breached the room with guns drawn. “Hands up!” the lead officer ordered, his pistol aimed directly at Johnson’s skull. With an audible hiss, Johnson raised his hands in the air, slowly pivoting to face the sea of uniforms that now surrounded him.“What’s my fucking offense?” Johnson demanded, his fury palpable in the air. The police, their faces stony, parted ways as Marcus strode into the room, his lips curling into a self-satisfied smirk.“You?” Johnson barked, his eyes widening in surprise. Marcus chuckled, his step leisurely as he approached the enraged Johnson. Leaning in close, he whispered, “I had already forgiven you. You’d been all but forgotten until you crossed my path again.”Johnson, his rage simmering just beneath the surface, directed his attention away from Marcus and barked, “I want to know my of
Marcus was hauled to the man's feet, the distance between them vanishing as the man lowered himself to meet Marcus at eye level. A cloud of smoke billowed from the man's mouth, engulfing Marcus in a suffocating haze. The crowd erupted in laughter, relishing the display of power and degradation. As Marcus coughed and sputtered, the man clapped his hands. In that moment, the door to the room opened, revealing Don—a sight that failed to surprise Marcus.The man's gaze slid to Don, the question heavy in the air: "Is this the one who filed a case against my son?" "Yes, sir," Don replied, his eyes averted. The man reacted with a swift, stinging slap to Marcus' cheek, leaving a burning red mark. He held Marcus' gaze, the force of his words amplified by their proximity: "Drop the case." Marcus' initial reaction to the ultimatum was a burst of laughter, his defiance unyielding in the face of the man's intimidation tactics.A seething rage burned in the man's eyes as Marcus' laughter rang o
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