Maxwell drove into his compound, his house was a fancy duplex, with white paint. He stepped out of his car, his mood was sore, he didn't even reply to the greetings of his security guards. He opened the door, stepping into the sitting room, it was a vision of luxury, the kind that would only be found in a wealthy home, fresh flowers adorned at every corner. Hannah was comfortably seated on one of the couches, she crossed her legs, held a glass of wine and was watching a movie on the large television.She immediately noticed Maxwell's presence, and his sore face, "you're back horny, how's work" she welcomed him, as she went to give him a warm hug, although he didn't hug her back, he only grunted."Work isn't fine at all Hannah” he breathed heavily. “Everything isn't okay!" he yelled, walking to take a seat on the couch."What do you mean?” She dropped her wine on the center table. “What happened?" She asked with concern."It's that stupid ex of yours" "Marcus?" She was puzzled."Who
As Sam was approaching them, Marcus immediately sighted him and gestured to him not to interfere.'What the hell' Sam couldn't bear it. Why on earth would Marcus tell him not to interfere, it was his job to protect him. How dare they insult Marcus when he was indirectly the owner of this place. But an instruction was an instruction, he had to obey."Are you sure you can afford to pay up for the damage sir?" The retail worker asked, raising a brow, honestly Marcus doesn't look like someone who could be able to afford such an expensive item."Go on answer the question or I'll call the police immediately." Hannah said."Sure I can." Marcus remained calm, which was troubling for Hannah and Maxwell, could he really be able to afford to pay such an expensive watch? No. Of course not, not the Marcus they knew, he is just an ordinary cameraman he couldn't even pay up his house rent."Alright sir, how are you going to pay? Cash, transfer or with your debit card?" The worker asked."Are you ser
Hannah's scream catches the attention of everyone in the mall. Everyone looked around to see what was going on. Marcus, Sam, and the manager exchanged a glance filled with concern and urgency. Without hesitation, they dashed towards the source of the commotion, their hearts pounding with adrenaline-fueled anticipation.Suddenly, a car crashes through the front doors of the mall, sending glass and metal flying everywhere. The car comes to a stop in the middle of the mall, and the driver jumps out, brandishing a weapon. It's clear that this is a robbery attempt, and Hannah is in danger. There were four robbers, and immediately one of them grabbed Hannah's purse. "Hey give it back." Maxwell tired to act brave, but the robber pointed a gun at his head. "Shut the fu** up. Or I'll blow out your brain!""Please don't hurt me." Maxwell pleaded."Now everyone, put your hands in the air, and get down." The leader of the gang ordered."We have to do something Sam." Marcus whispered as they bot
Hannah doesn't need to be told twice. She bolts for the nearest exit, not stopping to look back. The other men are too stunned to react right away, but the leader shakes off the shock and lunges for the gun.Marcus sees him coming and dives to the side, but the leader is too fast. His hand closes around the gun and he swings it up, aiming it at Marcus's head.Time seems to slow down as the gun barrel swings towards him. But then, just as the leader's finger begins to tighten on the trigger, a familiar voice rings out from across the mall."Freeze!"The voice is cold and commanding, and the leader's hand falters. He turns, and sees a police officer standing at the far end of the mall. Her gun is pointed directly at him, and she looks calm and focused. Luckily for Hannah who had called the police to arrest Marcus during their arguments, the police came just in time.The other men freeze as well, their eyes wide with fear. They look around frantically, but there's no way out. The police
Maxwell stormed into the house, his face red with anger. He slammed the door behind him, causing Hannah to jump in surprise."Why did you do that?" he shouted, his voice shaking with rage. "You know he's our enemy! Why did you try to help him? Why were you feeling pity for him?""What?"Hannah's eyes widened in fear as she saw the look of fury on Maxwell's face. She knew he was right - she had acted recklessly, forgotten Marcus was their enemy. But she couldn't help but feel sorry for Marcus, who had been injured trying to protect them all from the gang. Hannah had seen the look of terror on his face as he faced down the leader, and she couldn't help but admire his courage. But she also knew that Maxwell wouldn't understand - he was always so quick to judge, and never saw the good in people."I'm sorry," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I didn't mean to upset you in any way. I just...I just wanted to help him."Maxwell glared at her, his jaw clenched. "Help him?" He asked. "I sa
At the Blackwood's Mansion. Marcus was lying on his bed, with a series of treatments being admitted to him by the doctor. He was still unconscious, Richard, Sam and some bodyguards were present."I will leave now sir Richard." The doctor said,"How's he doing? Will he be okay?" Richard asked with concern."Yes he will, he just needs some hours of bed rest. The bullet didn't penetrate, it only brushed his arm. He was only unconscious due to the excessive pain and tiredness." The doctor explained."Alright" Richard said, and the doctor responded with a slight bow before leaving.There was silence in the room for a few minutes."You shouldn't have let this happen." Richard stated."I'm so sorry boss, young master insisted, I couldn't afford to disobey his order." Sam explained."That's the most ridiculous explanation. Marcus is the last and only heir of the Blackwoods, his protection and safety is the most important thing." Richard raged."I'm so sorry, I promise it won't occur again."
Late at night, a black car parked at a fancy night restaurant. The left part of the car opened as Hannah stepped out and entered the restaurant. The security quickly opened the door for her.A woman in her fifties was already waiting for Hannah. She sat alone at a table, a glass of red wine in front of her. She was impeccably dressed, her hair perfectly coiffed, and her makeup flawless. "Mum" Hannah said going over to meet her, she sat down."You had to keep me waiting for so long." She said with a void expression."I'm sorry ma, traffic.""Didn't ask for a reason." She said rudely. "Have you done what I asked you to do?" She asked with a piercing gaze."Yes mum, Marcus and I had been divorced." Hannah said, an etch of regret in her voice."Good." She placed her hands delicately on the table. "Did you get to date a rich man now?" She asked."Yes and we are already engaged."“Engaged without my permission again?” She asked."Who's he? I hope he isn't some other wretched cameraman?" Sh
After Hannah was given a week to divorce Marcus, she was helpless and confused. She didn't know how to tell him, she loved him so much and he loved her just as much. There was no possible thing in the world that would make Marcus hate or agree to divorce her. She needed a plan, something worse that would give him a reason to sign the divorce papers.So she made an agreement with the adult film industry, she was never a porn star and could never be one, she had to plot the whole scenario, it was also her doings that made Marcus got the contract from the adult film industry. It was all part of the plot to make him hate her.After she humiliated Marcus in the adult film industry and he was kicked out, she fell to the ground crying her stomach out, she couldn't bear seeing him in pain, she was sure he would hate her at that moment.But then even when she asked for the divorce Marcus still loved her and wasn't ready to let her go. She had to force him to sign the divorce papers.She went f