Jack, the tension palpable in his movements, was pacing the room when his phone rang. He answered the call, his voice brisk and curt. "Yes?""Sir, we've sent it to you," the voice on the other end of the line replied."Thank you," Jack murmured, his tone flat and uninterested. He ended the call and opened the document, his eyes scanning the contents. His brow furrowed in frustration as he surveyed the information. "There's nothing special about Marcus," he hissed, the words dripping with disappointment.The futility of his efforts was a bitter pill to swallow, Jack's frustration mounting with each dead-end discovery. As his mood soured, he turned on the TV, only to be met with the infuriating sight of himself kneeling before Marcus, the image a haunting reminder of his humiliation. His jaw clenched, a vein pulsing in his temple as his teeth ground against one another, a barely contained fury seething within him. He seethed, his hatred for Marcus fueling a fire that threatened to con
Owen, the rage finally spent, stood over Amayah, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. His satisfaction was palpable in the stillness of the room, his eyes raking over her battered form with a cruel glint. With a final, vicious kick, he wrenched his foot away, Amayah's agonized wails reverberating through the air. Wrapping her hands around her stomach, she crumpled into a ball on the floor, her body wracked with pain.Owen picked his shisha pot, and with a hiss he opened the door. As Owen left the room, the slam of the door a punctuation mark to his violence, Amayah lay sobbing on the floor, her body wracked with sobs.Twenty-two years of her life had passed without a man raising his hand to her. Marcus had always treated her like a queen, never once inflicting physical or emotional pain upon her. The cruel betrayal of Owen's assault was a shattering blow, his viciousness a shock to her system.Amayah's tears continued to flow, a torrent of grief and pain streaming down her f
Marcus sprinted towards Sandra, kneeling by her side as he gently tapped her cheek. "Sandra, open your eyes," he pleaded, his voice a mixture of desperation and fear. Yet, there was no response from the unconscious woman. He repeated his plea, each word more urgent than the last, but her eyes remained shut. Marcus turned his gaze towards the general, his face a blank slate, a sense of dread creeping up his spine. "What's going on?" he asked, the words tumbling from his lips.The urgency of the situation weighed heavy on Marcus, as he swiftly scooped up Sandra, her limp form a reminder of their dire predicament. He dashed towards the car, his footfalls thundering against the pavement, the night air biting at his skin. The general remained behind, his impassive countenance a stark contrast to the turmoil in Marcus's mind. He knew the risks, knew that the culprit could return, but this was a chance he was willing to take.With each passing second, Marcus's anxiety mounted. The safety
Time seemed to stretch, each second unfolding with glacial slowness, until finally, the doctor emerged from the hospital room, his footsteps echoing in the sterile hallway. Marcus sprang to his feet, his posture stiff and alert, like a soldier awaiting orders."Are you her brother?" the doctor inquired, his eyes bright with the weight of his words. Marcus shook his head, his voice strained with emotion. "Her fiancé," he replied, his words carrying a world of love and pain. The doctor's lips curved into a faint smile. "Lucky," the doctor said, his voice carrying a hint of relief. "You brought her here just in time. If you had delayed by even a minute, she would have been in danger." Marcus's shoulders sagged with a mixture of exhaustion and relief. He had been holding his breath, a tight knot in his chest that only now began to loosen. But as his mind began to process the doctor's words, a new fear took root in his heart. "What kind of danger?" he asked, his voice a plea for unde
Meanwhile, Marcus's phone rang, the sound piercing the stillness of the hospital. He answered, his voice low and urgent. "You and Sandra need to leave the hospital now," the voice on the other end warned, the words a warning bell that rang loud and clear.Marcus's eyes narrowed, his heart racing like a runaway train as he processed Katherine's words. "God of vengeance?" She called him, when she got no response from him. "What's going on, Katherine?" He asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.Katherine's voice was urgent, her words a torrent of alarm. "There's no time to explain, but you and Sandra need to leave the hospital now. It's not safe. Just trust me, okay?"Marcus's grip on the phone tightened, his mind already racing ahead, anticipating the danger that lurked around the corner.Marcus didn't waste a moment. He snapped his phone shut and sprinted back to Sandra's room, his heart pounding in his chest like the frantic beat of a war drum. Sandra's eyes widened at the sight o
The intruder entered Sandra's room, his face contorted with anger and frustration. Finding no sign of the occupants, he ground his teeth, the silence in the empty room serving as a deafening reminder of their failure. The leader's harsh bark echoed in the hall: "Check everywhere. They can't have gone far." With renewed determination, the team fanned out, their adrenaline-fueled search turning every corner and peering into every nook and cranny. But no matter how frantically they searched, there was no trace of the vanished Sandra and Marcus. Where could they have gone?The weight of his predicament bore down on the leader with crushing force. He could not dare return to his master without Marcus; the consequences would be dire. "Sir!" one of his men reported, "We can't find Marcus anywhere." Silence fell over the room as the leader contemplated their predicament. Finally, his eyes hardened with determination, and he spoke with a clarity that belied the turmoil roiling within him.
As Marcus swept his hair back, a feral defiance gleamed in his eyes. With each step forward, he radiated a quiet power, his stance unyielding as he faced the seething rage of his adversary."Let them go," Marcus demanded, his voice a whipcrack of authority. "It's me you have an issue with, not these innocent people."The leader's eyes flashed, his rage reaching a boiling point. "How dare you think you can give me commands?" he snarled, his voice an animalistic rumble."Don't test me," Marcus warned, his words slicing through the air with a steel-cold determination. But the leader and his men laughed in derision, their mockery echoed through the room.Marcus' gaze remained steady, his posture unwavering as he stood there, arms folded across his chest like a shield against the mockery. The laughter died, and silence once again. Marcus' jaw tightened, the veins in his neck throbbing as he struggled to contain his mounting fury. "Are you done with your madness?" he demanded, his voice t
The leader emerged from the building and darted outside, his head darting from side to side as he scanned the area for any prying eyes. Satisfied that he had not been noticed, he slid into his car and started the engine, wincing as the jolt of pain shot through his shoulder. Blood was seeping from the wound, but he pushed past the discomfort, his focus locked on the road ahead. With one hand gripping the steering wheel, he accelerated away from the scene, his heart racing with a mix of fear and adrenaline.The leader was in desperate need of medical attention, but his lack of funds left him with few options. Weighing his choices, he decided to head towards his boss' house, unaware that he was being closely monitored.Outside, in the shadows, the General kept watch, tailing the leader's car with the precision of a seasoned professional. This was a calculated move by Marcus, determined to expose the mastermind behind the attack and unravel the conspiracy that had been set in motion.Th
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