Katherine’s eyes widened in alarm as Marcus uttered the words, “We are going to use Sandra.”“Lord of vengeance, that's risky!” She yelled. Marcus swiftly covered her mouth with his hand, cautioning her to silence. “Don’t scream, you will wake her up,” he warned, his eyes darting around. Kathrine nodded hastily, her eyes still wide with concern, as Marcus removed his hand from her mouth. She quickly adjusted her clothes, her movements swift and nervous. Meanwhile, Marcus moved to his bed and sat down, his expression grave. “It’s risky, we both know that,” Kathrine agreed, her voice low and measured. “Using her means revealing who we are to her.”Marcus pulled out his shisha pot and lit it up, the sweet aroma of the tobacco filling the air. “That’s the only way we can know about the Lord of Tycoon,” he said, puffing out a ring of smoke. “She’s from a third-tier family.”Kathrine moved closer, her eyes narrowing in concern. “But we can't just reveal ourselves without knowing who we
The next morning, Marcus was in the kitchen, his voice filling the air as he expertly flipped pancakes. Sandra entered, rubbing the remnants of sleep from her eyes, and was immediately drawn to the culinary scene before her. She couldn't help but admire Marcus's skill and grace as he moved about the kitchen. A thought crept into her mind - what would it be like to wake up every morning to this domestic bliss, with Marcus cooking for her? To her Amayah was a fool leaving Marcus.She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice Marcus had turned around, his eyes locking onto hers with a hint of amusement."You look like you've been caught in the act," he said, a playful glint in his eye.Sandra's face flushed as she attempted to play it cool. "I was just... appreciating the cooking skills," she stammered.Marcus chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Or you were thinking why am I this sexy?”Sandra sat at the kitchen table, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Sexy? Marc
Owen's eyes widened as he scrolled through his phone and stumbled upon the news of Adam's sudden demise. He felt a jolt of astonishment, his mind reeling with the unexpected turn of events. Owen had previously attempted to kill Adam, driven by a fierce ambition to claim his position, but despite his relentless efforts, he had been unable to succeed. Now, the man he had once sought to overthrow was gone, leaving Owen to grapple with the shocking reality of Adam's untimely death.Owen's mind raced with questions about the identity of the killer who had accomplished what he couldn't. He quickly dialed a number on his phone, and a man answered on the second ring. "Can you see what's happening?" Owen asked, his voice firm."Yes, boss, I just saw the news," the man replied."Find out who is behind this," Owen ordered. "I need to eliminate them fast."Just then, Owen heard a sharp intake of breath behind him. He turned to see Amayah standing there, her hands covering her mouth in shock. Ow
“What is it? Can't you let me be?" Johnson yelled, exasperated. The caller's calm voice was a stark contrast to Johnson's ire. "Chill, Johnson. I have something you're looking for." Johnson's anger paused, his curiosity piqued. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his tone slightly softer."I'll send you an address to meet up, and you'll come alone," the voice said.Johnson responded, "Why should I come to your location? How do I know you're not the one I'm searching for?"The voice let out a loud laughter, which ended abruptly. "You're amusing," the caller said. "If I was the kidnapper, you'd already be dead."A shiver ran down Johnson's spine. "Are you still there?" the caller asked, breaking the silence.Johnson composed himself, his voice firm. "Yes."The caller's tone was direct. "Are you in or not?"Johnson hesitated, glancing at Don and the tracker, who were watching him intently. He knew he had to find his father's killer quickly. "I'm in," he said, his decision made."G
Johnson arrived at the location, a secluded house surrounded by overgrown bushes. He couldn't help but wonder why the mysterious person had chosen this isolated spot, of all places. It seemed crazy to him; if anything went wrong, no one would be able to trace his whereabouts, and he wouldn't be able to call for help. The house appeared abandoned, and the eerie atmosphere sent a shiver down his spine. Johnson’s instincts screamed at him to leave, but his curiosity and need for revenge propelled him forward, into the unknown.Don pushed open the creaky door and stepped inside, calling out into the darkness, "Is anybody here?" The only response was the echo of his own voice off the dusty walls. He yelled again, "Is anybody there?" but the silence was deafening. Just as he turned to leave, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out to read the message: "Take off your face mask." Don groaned, wondering if this was some kind of joke. He was meant to reaveal his face instead of
"Father, don't tell me you want to share our family secrets in front of an outsider," John said, his voice laced with disapproval. The whole family turned to look at him, and his gaze met Marcus'. "Who's that, John?" Their father asked, his tone stern. John's gaze lingered on Marcus, his implication clear. "He knows himself," John said, his words dripping with disdain. The whole family's gaze followed him, landing on Marcus, and Their father stared at him, his expression unyielding. He had never liked Marcus, and with the current situation, he felt it was all because of him, viewing him as a bad omen. "You're right, son," he said finally. "We can't discuss our business in front of an outsider.""What, you both are kidding, right? He's my fiancé!" Sandra yelled, her voice echoing through the room."Fiancé, not husband," her father corrected, his tone firm."You must be kidding me. What the hell is this?" Sandra stood up, slamming her hand on the table, making everyone flinch."Sand
Marcus's heart raced as he heard the footsteps approaching. He tiptoed to the door and peeked outside, his eyes widening in surprise as he saw Sandra's father heading towards the room. Panicked, Marcus scanned the space for a place to hide, but there was none.Sandra's father reached the door and noticed it was slightly ajar. His eyes narrowed, knowing someone was inside. He pushed the door open with a swift motion, his anger evident in the creak of the hinges. "Who's here?" he demanded, his voice echoing through the empty office as he spun around, his eyes scanning the space for any sign of the intruder.Marcus held his breath, crouched beneath the desk, and silently prayed that the elderly man wouldn't discover him. He knew he couldn't come up with a convincing excuse for his presence in the office.Meanwhile, Sandra's father settled into the chair, his legs propped up on the desk, and declared, "Whoever you are, you will soon come out. I'm not going anywhere until you reveal your
Don crept home, hoping to avoid his father's anger, and quietly made his way to his room. He removed his shoe, holding it in his hand, and took a deep breath before opening the door a crack to peek inside. To his dismay, he saw his father pacing back and forth in the sitting room. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, rubbing his hair in frustration.Just then, his gaze met the maid's, who was standing afar. He walked up to her, clearing his throat. "Is the back door open...?" he asked urgently, his eyes wide with concern. She nodded solemnly, "Yes, sir." Don gave her a brief nod and a fake smile, trying to appear calm, and the maid blushed, seemingly charmed by his gesture despite the tense atmosphere.Don opened the back door and tiptoed up the stairs, trying to go unnoticed. Just as he was about to open his room door, he heard his father's voice from behind. "So, this is when you decide to come home, Don?" his father said, his tone firm and authoritative.Slowly, Don turned bac
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