"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
Johnson sent a message to Don, but he let out a groan, clearly frustrated. He walked to the door and opened it, revealing one of his men standing there. "What did you just say?" Johnson asked, his voice tense."Sir, the police are at the front door," the man replied, his expression grave.Johnson nodded, thinking quickly. "I will have to use the back door," he said, but before he could make a move, his man spoke up again."They've surrounded the whole house, sir," he said, his voice laced with urgency.Johnson's face contorted in anger and desperation. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, rubbing his hair in frustration. He was trapped, and to make matters worse, Don wasn't responding to his messages or calls. He was on his own, with no clear escape route."Sir, we have no time to waste," his man urged, and Johnson nodded, thinking quickly. He made a split-second decision to escape through the visitor's bathroom downstairs. He swiftly put on a black hoodie, covering his face, and grabbed his gun
The next morning, Marcus decided to follow Sandra to the office, maybe then he would find a clue to the tycoon lord. He helped Sandra pack her office bag and held the bag, holding her hands as they stepped out of their room. But they met with John, who sneered at Marcus. "All you do is chase my sister. I know you are with her because of her money," he said, his voice laced with venom. Marcus, unfazed, replied with a grin, "At least I got myself a lady who's rich. What do you have for yourself? No money, no woman." John gritted his teeth, his face red with anger, but before he could say something, Sandra spoke up, "Sweetheart, let's ignore this loser." She pulled Marcus's hand, and they walked away, leaving John seething with rage. John stared at the spot where they had left, his eyes blazing with anger. No one had ever disrespected him in this house, and now Sandra had made him lose his standing in the family. He knew one thing for sure - he needed to come up with a way to get th
The police surrounded Johnson, and he held his breath, relaxing his back against the tree, his heart racing with fear. He was sweating despite the cold weather, knowing he was in grave danger. "Search everywhere for him, he must be close by!" one of the police officers yelled, and his men obeyed, shining their torchlights in every nook and cranny. "I can't find anything, sir," one of them said, and the chief police officer cursed, "Fuck, we've missed him!" He turned around, his face red with anger and frustration, and barked, "Let's go, team! Drag the dead body!" He remained frozen, hoping to avoid detection, as the police officers dragged the body away.When he heard the footsteps fade away, he peeked and saw that the police had finally left. He let out a sigh of relief and sat down on the floor, feeling defeated and lost. He had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and no idea who to trust at this point in his life. He pulled out his phone, hoping against hope that Don had sent him
Marcus held Sandra's hands and headed to the office, his eyes scanning the room for a place to set up a small device. "So, what can I help you with?" he asked, smiling.Sandra chuckled. "Well, like I said earlier, there's really nothing to do. I don't know why you insisted on following me," she said, smiling playfully.Marcus chuckled. "We'll find something for me to do. I want to be useful," he said, his eyes wandering around the office.As he turned a corner, his hand accidentally touched a frame on the wall. It was in the perfect position to capture everything that went on in the office. He turned around and caught Saber's eyes fixed on him, a smile on her face. He returned the smile. "Your frame is beautiful," he said, trying to sound casual despite the device now in place.Sandra’s smile grew wider, and she nodded in appreciation. "Thank you, Marcus. I'm glad you like it." Her eyes lingered on his for a moment before she turned back to her work. Marcus grabbed the opportunity
Don shoved his phone back into his pocket, thinking he'd deal with John's message later. For now, he needed to focus on helping Johnson."So, how far do you agree to run for now?" he asked Johnson, who growled, rubbing the back of his neck."Not like I have an option," Johnson said, his voice laced with frustration.Don smiled reassuringly. "Trust me, you won't regret it," he said.Johnson's expression turned serious. "Hopefully, when I have settled, Don, you will have to sneak my father's body for me. I don't trust the Tycoon Lord," he said, his voice low and urgent.Don's eyes widened. "That would be quiet hard," he responded, understanding the gravity of the request.Johnson's eyes pleaded with him. "I know, but you have to do this for me, please, Don. I'm begging you.""Fine, Don said, even though he wasn't sure how he'd manage it. "Thanks, buddy," Johnson said, smiling."I've arranged for some men to help you," Don explained. "You'll need to use the riverine at night to avoid b