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
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