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
Sandra exhaled deeply as they stepped out of the house, the tension of the confrontation with her family ebbing away. “Thank you," she said to Marcus, a grateful smile on her lips. Marcus, noticing her relief, shrugged nonchalantly. "What are friends for?" he asked. Sandra couldn't help but smile at his sincerity. She was happy Marcus was not mad at her for lying to her family he was her fiancé, she was not expecting to see Marcus that’s why she lied easily. They stopped at Marcus's bike, and he offered to give her a ride. She shook her head with a grin. "No, don't worry. You've done more than enough today."Marcus pulled on his helmet, ready to ride away, but he stopped his bike and turned back to Sandra. "I don't mind dropping you off," he said, his tone indicating that he genuinely didn't mind. Sandra simply waved goodbye, already walking away. Marcus couldn't help but call after her, a slight smile on his lips. "If you reach your destination, give me a call," he said, his c
“How may I be of help sir? He asked, from the other end of the phone.“Collaborate with the Xavier company," he said, his voice brooking no argument. On the other end of the line, Devon replied with a simple, "Yes, sir." Hanging up. Marcus changed into a more comfortable outfit, and stepped out of his room, only to be met with Amayah, sitting at the dining table. Her eyes narrowed into a glare as he walked past, but Marcus remained unaffected, continuing on his way without a word.Amayah's call to Owen was fueled by her seething rage. She couldn't believe Marcus had been released from jail, and she wanted him to suffer as she had. In her mind, he should be begging for her forgiveness, but his stoic attitude showed no signs of remorse. "How dare he act so unaffected?" she thought, her fingers curling into fists. The lack of fear and humility in Marcus's demeanor only heightened her fury, making her more determined than ever to see him brought to his knees.Marcus stepped out of his
“Mr Devon, I’m Sandra’s brother,” he said, stretching his hands but he was simply ignored. Mr Devon eyes racked his body with disgust that he had to look at himself but he was perfectly fine.Mr. Devon's gaze turned to Marcus, his face contorted in disgust. Without a second thought, he blurted out, "I'm sure you can smell that unpleasant odor. Well, it's coming from this ragamuffin standing in front of me." He pointed an accusing finger at Marcus, who merely shook his head, unimpressed by the man's display of arrogance. He wished he could just tell him to shut up before his mouth be the cause of Gigi’s downfall.Mr. Devon's face grew hot with rage. "How dare you speak to him that way. Do you know who he is?" he thundered, his voice reverberating in the room. Marcus shot him a warning glare, his foot stomping down on Devon’s feet in an attempt to silence him. One more word from Devon would reveal Marcus Identity. Sandra's brother, stunned by the sudden outburst, stammered, "Sir, h
Marcus roared with rage as he saw Devon personal assistant placing his hands on Sandra's face. Without a moment's hesitation, Marcus raced towards Devon and delivered a punishing kick, sending him crashing to the ground. He began to rain punches down on Devon’s personal assistant ignoring both Sandra's and Devon's pleas for him to stop. His hatred for anyone who disrespected women drove him to unleash his fury. Devon’s Personal assistant face was filled with blood but Devon did not quit, he kept on pouncing hard.“Marcus please stop!” Sandra cried out. As much as she knew he deserved this she just didn't want Johnson’s story to repeat itself.Devon heaved Marcus off his brother's body, dragging him to a corner of the room. Marcus was breathing heavily, hands stained with blood and his expression was cold. "Sack him," Marcus hissed, his eyes burning with rage."He's my brother," Devon protested, struggling to find the right words. "I promised my late mother to give him a job at this
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?""
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
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