A furious Don father stormed into the police station, his gaze fixed on the officers who had arrested his son in front of the press. “How dare you, how could you arrest my son in front of the press!” he roared, his voice seething with rage. “I thought we were friends.” The deputy police officer stepped forward, a look of contrition on his face. “I’m sorry, sir. The order came from above.” Don's father's face turned stormy, his eyes narrowing as he took in the news. He hissed through clenched teeth, the betrayal stinging like a slap to the face.“I’m here to bail my son out,” he stated firmly, expecting immediate compliance. But the deputy officer’s gaze was steely, his response chilling. “We can’t grant you that.”“I want to bail my son out,” He repeated, assuming the deputy police officer did not hear him earlier.Don's father's demand fell on deaf ears as the deputy officer maintained his resolve. “I’m sorry, sir,” he repeated, his voice devoid of pity. “The order is clear—you
Don Father dialed the number again, but was met with silence. He gritted his teeth in frustration and called one of his men. "Any information?" he asked, his voice tinged with anger. "Yes sir," the man replied. "I was just about to call you. There is no trace of who did this, but the person left a message."Don Father's patience snapped. "You can't do a simple job? You're telling me there's no information?!" he roared.“I tried my best sir!”The phone call ended with a click, and the Don Father seethed. "Your best isn’t enough," he roared, frustration boiling within him. Kneeling to Marcus was his only option, but the thought of it made his blood boil. In desperation, he dialed the Chief Police Officer, but the call was declined. The Don Father hissed, his pride bruised as the officers in the station stared at him with a mixture of fear and disgust. He’d once commanded respect, but his empire was now crumbling around him.Fuming, the Don Father stormed out of the station and into
Don’s father, was incensed by the false news being circulated. He picked up his phone to call Marcus, who had been the source of the misinformation, but Marcus declined his calls. Frustrated, he threw his phone away, his anger growing. This was the worst day of his life, and he had no idea how to fix the situation.As Mr. Don's frustration mounted, he found himself in a precarious situation. Not only was his reputation at stake due to the spread of inaccurate news, but his attempts to reach Marcus, the source of the misinformation, were futile. With limited options and dwindling patience, he struggled to find a way to clear his son's name and salvage the situation.Enraged, Mr. Don grabbed his other phone and dialed the chief police officer. "This is not what we agreed on!" he snapped as soon as the officer answered. "What am I seeing in the news?"The chief officer scoffed in response, his tone condescending. "You don't raise your voice to me, Mr. Man," he warned. "I made a promi
And then, like a glimmer of hope in the darkness, a message popped up: "THINGS CAN BE SET RIGHT IF YOU KNEEL ON THE FLOOR AND BEG MARCUS PUBLICLY." Jack read the message again, his mind racing."What?" Jack shouted, his voice carrying the weight of his shock and confusion. Don, sensing his father's distress, hurriedly rushed over. "What is it, pa?" he asked, his concern palpable.But Jack was unable to find his voice. With shaking hands, he passed the phone to his son, who took it with a questioning look. When Don's eyes fell on the message, his expression shifted from curiosity to pure rage."Who the hell sent this?!" he roared, his fists clenching at his sides as if he were ready to take on the entire world.Jack's voice was weak, his shoulders slumped in defeat as he answered, "I don't know, Don." His hands flew to his head, his fingers running through his hair in frustration. "Apologizing to Marcus in private was already more than I could handle," he confessed, his face a mask
Marcus and Sandra entered Sandra's house, their hands tightly clasped together as they prepared to face the Sandra family. It was the third day of the bet, and if the company's financial accounts did not show significant improvement, Sandra would have no choice but to step down. Tension was thick in the air as the family awaited the outcome, their gazes fixed on Sandra with anticipation.“Ugh I can’t believe I have to see this low life.” Sandra's cousin wasted no time in voicing her disapproval, her words laced with contempt as she remarked on Marcus's presence. Marcus ignored her jibe, standing tall before the family, his smirk radiating defiance in the face of their skepticism. Sandra's father, on the other hand, could barely conceal his distaste for Marcus, his mind racing back to his preferred suitor for Sandra's hand, Don. Meanwhile, Sandra's mother watched on in silence, torn between her daughter's happiness and the possibility of a better match with Don.At the sound of San
Sandra's newfound power was a double-edged sword, her success provoking the ire of her own family. As the realization of her triumph settled in, Marcus' voice cut through the silence like a knife, his smirk widening with glee."It's time to transfer your share of the property," he announced, his words echoing through the room like a death knell for Sandra's brother. The young man's jaw dropped in shock, the sting of betrayal burning in his chest. Under the collective gaze of the family, Sandra's brother stood frozen, a portrait of defeat and humiliation. The swift reversal of fortune had turned him from a patriarch into a pauper, his wealth and power slipping through his fingers like sand. Marcus, reveling in his victory, was the antithesis of Sandra's brother, his demeanor oozing with smug arrogance as he taunted the fallen man. "We're waiting," Marcus mocked, his eyes flickering to Sandra's brother, whose murderous glare seemed to seek a bloodier retribution. Marcus raised his e
Don stared at his father, bewildered. "How the heck is your phone ringing?" he asked. The older man frowned, scratching his head as he mumbled, "I don't know. This person must be smart.""Well, Dad, we only have one option left," Jack interjected, his voice calm and resolute. "We need to call the press and apologize to Marcus."The father's face darkened, his lips curling into a snarl. "Never!" he roared, his voice ringing with defiance.Don implored his father with a sense of urgency. "Everything is crumbling, Father. This is our only option left." But Jack hissed in disagreement, a vein pulsing in his temple. Don, fearing the loss of their fortune and status, feared being relegated to the poverty he had once known under Marcus. Jack, however, was stubbornly opposed to the idea of apologizing in public, his pride unwilling to accept the humiliation it would bring. The situation was dire, and both father and son found themselves at odds, as their differing values clashed in a stor
In a gesture of contrition, Jack clapped his hands together, the sound reverberating through the room. "Marcus, I am deeply sorry for the way I and my family have treated you," he said, his voice cracking with emotion.The Xavier family gasped in unison, their eyes bulging in shock at Jack's unexpected words. The press buzzed with excitement, their cameras flashing in a frenzied bid to capture the momentous occasion.Marcus smiled slyly, reaching out a hand to help Jack up. "No, sir, you did not offend me," he said with an air of mock graciousness. Jack gritted his teeth, secretly wishing to lash out at Marcus for his patronizing words. But he maintained his composure, standing up and muttering, "Thank you," through clenched teeth. Just as it seemed that the tension might finally diffuse, Marcus delivered a stunning revelation. "It's your son who needs to apologize for burning my house down," he said, his gaze landing squarely on Don."Get on your knees," Jack snarled, his voice l
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