“Please Mr. Blackwood it won't happen again, I'm so sorry” the officer pleaded with her head down.“Who asked you to do this?” Marcus enquired.“Wha...""Who asked you to do this? I know someone paid you to do so. Now tell me who it was!" The officer trembled from his voice."It was...it was..." She stammered, scared of calling the name of the person."Who was it!""It was Mr. Derek, Mr. Blackwood. He agreed to pay me five million. I'm so sorry." She confessed.Marcus wasn't too surprised, he had been suspicious of the whole thing."How awful can you be? you caused harm to your fellow human. for what? money? is five million worth more than her life?" Marcus angered."I'm sorry Mr. Blackwood, I accept that I was greedy, please forgive me!""You won't get away with this! I promise you that, I'll make sure you lose your position here, and also rot in prison. people like you don't deserve to stay in this society!""Please I need this job to take care of my daughter, I'm sorry!"The officer
At night Maxwell could be seen at a bar, with so many beers on his table.His eyes were dirty, he was completely drunk, he had been drinking ever since he was kicked out of the Berlings mansion."I hate you Marcus, I'm gonna kill you!" He screamed to the air, as all the other customers looked at him and laughed.Maxwell had sworn with his life to take his revenge on Marcus, even if it meant killing him. In just one night his entire life was turned around, from somebody to nobody he was as useless and broke as a beggar, even the old Marcus who was an ordinary cameraman was way richer than his current situation. Marcus didn't even spare his bank account, he froze everything, his cars, mansion and also his assets were no more. He was just a homeless man with no other plans in life. Not only did he lose his wealth, but also discovered Hannah's betrayal.When he first found out she was the daughter of the Berlings he was excited and thought it was a perfect opportunity to double his Weal
"It's him. Take him away." One of the men othered with a hoarse voice."What, no please... You've got the wrong guy. Don't kill me please!" He pleaded with the unknown men, but instead one of the men hit his head with the back of his gun and immediately Maxwell went black out."Hurry take him inside the car before someone sees us."The men put a black sack on Maxwell's face and put him in the boot of their car and zoomed off.After about an hour they arrived at a secret hideout. They brought Maxwell out of the car and into a Stony dark room, Maxwell was placed on a chair and his hands tied to the chair. They removed the sack from his face and drenched him with a bucket of water jolting him up."Who...who are you people?" He breathed heavily, he noticed his hands were tied up. "I don't know you, please let me go"The room was dark with only one small bulb as a source of illumination and it wasn't enough to make the kidnappers' faces visible."What do you want from me!" Marcus yelled."
ITALYIn a large hall, some group of men all dressed respectfully in different colors of suits. Amongst them was Richard."Like I said before Richard, it's time Marcus learnt the truth and fully joins the Blackwoods cult." One of the men said, all the men present were 50 and above."He's not ready, Pietro." Richard replied."Marcus is the new head of this association, it's high time he fully knows who he is and what he is meant to be. You don't possibly think you can hide that from him forever." Pietro said."I will inform him, but please I request for more time, Marcus is the last surviving bloodline of the Actual Blackwoods. He needs to be protected and kept away from harm." Richard said."And what about the Red Hood? I believe Marco has found out about his brother's return. And if we don't prepare Marcus for what is to come, death is inevitable and the Redhood will finally claim everything."***Long ago before Marcus was born, his grandfather was the first and founder of the Blackw
Richard was filled with concern about his master's son, Marcus.His meeting with the Blackwood's revealed that Marcus is surrounded by more enemies than he is willing to deal with.“I worry for you, Marcus,” Richard spoke softly, his eyes filled with an intense worry. “The number of enemies you have in this city is more than your father ever had.”Marcus smiled proudly. “You need not worry, Richard. The Blackwood son will not fail his father. I just need to hold up my head and move along like it doesn't matter. My greatest matter now is how to take back the Mandis school project from that crooked man, Magnus.”Richard nodded. “I couldn't agree more. I mean, how do you intend to handle this? Magnus is not an easy bone to crack, you know.”“Well, I have a meeting tomorrow with a lady lawyer who I hear is the best in town…”“Luciana?” Richard asked with wide eyes.“You know her?” Marcus was amused.“Everyone in town knows her. She is fierce and good at what she does.”“Then, that means
A simple call was all it took; the intoxicating power of the Blackwood heir.Jessica's eyes were filled with bewilderment as the Doctor who happened to be the Chief medical officer was escorted out of the hospital premises by the security.Camelia met him on the way as he was shoved shamefully into a black van tagged the same hospital he threatened to send her mother to if she did not pay him. Their eyes locked and his gaze was marked with both fury and shame. She gawked at him, wondering why he was gazing at her with such a feisty stare.She was utterly confused.She ran up the stairs in a flight, towards what used to be her mother's room but it was empty.As she ran out to the corridor, about to raise an alarm about her mother's disappearance, she and Jessica meet at the entrance.“Camelia!” Jessica called out to her, trying to calm her raging nerves. She could see the panic in her friend's eyes.“Where is my mother? Where was she moved to? Is she alright?” She bamboozled Jessica wi
The pungent stench of nothing in particular travelled through Camelia's nostrils and her eyes fell open speedily.She felt bang on her head and an “ouch” escaped her lips, followed by silent moans.Then she noticed that she could not be audible enough and her hands were tied to the chair. Her burrows got sweaty as her heart cut apart from the knowledge of where she was.“I have been kidnapped!” She yelled through her muffled lips and began to squeak and scream, kicking her legs, vehemently fighting to set herself free.Unfortunately, freedom was such a luxury that Camelia could not afford and it was too costly to attain.Her heart palpitated more than usual as she wriggled and twirled, trying to free herself from the piece of clothing that held her down.“Let me go!” She yelled out , “I want to go and see my mother.”Her defiance gradually wore out giving room to her panic and fear, as she became engrossed in scary thoughts about what would be the end of her.She wondered what her fat
The Blackwood's complex was still lit as Marcus' meeting with Luciana Pedro was still ongoing. It was the second time they were having a meeting regarding the Mandii school project.The only next person who was there at the meeting was Sam; his personal security guard.Luciana was seated across from his table as she flashed her teeth while they conversed indepthly.“The intricacies of this case is quite confusing and can take a bend that is unexpected,” Luciana suggested, twisting her lips.Marcus nodded. He understood exactly what she meant. The case was not a straightForward one. After their previous conversation, she was convinced that she had the way out till she went on to do some more underground findings and discovered that Magnus legally bought the school which was a fact unknown to Marcus.“You know what I think,” Marcus began to say, “I think we need to arrest him right away. He is trying to demolish the structure. I doubt that he has got any good intentions for that school
As the sun began to rise over the city, casting a golden glow on the streets, Clara and her team stood outside the docks, their breaths still heavy from the fight. With Magnus apprehended and his henchmen scattered, the sense of victory was palpable.“Is it really over?” Mara asked, her eyes reflecting the morning light.“Feels like it,” Clara replied, a cautious smile creeping onto her face. “We’ve fought too hard for this to slip away now.”Marcus stepped forward, pulling out his phone to call the authorities. “They’ll want to take Magnus into custody. This time, he won’t be able to wriggle his way out of it.”As the police sirens wailed in the distance, a mixture of relief and anticipation washed over the group. Clara could hardly believe how far they had come since they had first banded together to confront the darkness in their city.In the following days, word spread about Magnus's defeat and the disbandment of his criminal network. The community began to breathe a sigh of relie
Together, they had become a force to be reckoned with, as they shared a collective nod, a silent agreement that they were all in this together. Marcus carefully jimmied the lock open. The door creaked as it swung inward, revealing a dimly lit corridor lined with rusted machinery and crates.“Stay quiet,” Marcus whispered, leading the way with Clara right behind him. They moved in a tight formation, with Mara and Eli covering the rear.As they ventured deeper into the warehouse, the sounds of muffled voices began to filter through the walls. Clara’s heart raced—this was it. They were getting closer to the action.“Let’s split up,” Marcus suggested, peeking around a corner. “Mara, you take the left side. Clara, you and Eli cover the right. We’ll converge at the main room in the center.”“Got it,” Clara replied, feeling a rush of adrenaline. She and Eli moved stealthily down the right corridor, keeping low and watching for any signs of movement.The voices grew louder as they approached
As they shared a collective nod, a silent agreement that they were all in this together, Marcus carefully jimmied the lock open. The door creaked as it swung inward, revealing a dimly lit corridor lined with rusted machinery and crates.“Stay quiet,” Marcus whispered, leading the way with Clara right behind him. They moved in a tight formation, with Mara and Eli covering the rear.As they ventured deeper into the warehouse, the sounds of muffled voices began to filter through the walls. Clara’s heart raced—this was it. They were getting closer to the action.“Let’s split up,” Marcus suggested, peeking around a corner. “Mara, you take the left side. Clara, you and Eli cover the right. We’ll converge at the main room in the center.”“Got it,” Clara replied, feeling a rush of adrenaline. She and Eli moved stealthily down the right corridor, keeping low and watching for any signs of movement.The voices grew louder as they approached the main room. Clara exchanged a determined glance with
.“Are we really done with Magnus?” Eli asked, stretching as he joined Clara, his face still a mix of exhaustion and disbelief.“Only for now,” Clara replied, glancing at Marcus and Mara, who were going over the plans for their next move. “But it feels good to know we stood up to him. He won’t be back anytime soon.”Marcus looked up, a thoughtful expression on his face. “We need to regroup and figure out what’s next. Magnus may be in custody, but we know he has allies. We can’t let our guard down.”Mara nodded in agreement. “And we need to find out what else he was planning. There’s got to be more to it than just controlling the city through fear.”“Right,” Clara said, her mind racing with the possibilities. “Let’s start by gathering any information we can. We need to dig deeper into his operations.”As the day unfolded, they began strategizing. Clara took charge, flipping through notes and files they had collected over time. “We need to hit his connections hard. If we can disrupt the
Eli groaned but pushed himself up, adrenaline surging through him despite the throbbing pain in his ribs. “I’m good,” he gasped, his eyes darting to the downed guard. “Let’s finish this!”“Good,” Marcus said, his breath steadying as he turned back to the entrance, where the chaos was still unfolding. “Clara, stick close to me. Eli, take the rear. We need to find a way to secure this place before Magnus decides to make an appearance.”“Right!” Clara replied, determination etched on her face. Together, they charged further into the heart of the factory, the sound of the fireworks still booming outside, providing a cacophony that masked their movements.As they navigated through the maze of machinery and crates, the atmosphere grew thicker with tension. Clara’s instincts kicked in, and she felt a sense of urgency pushing her forward. They needed to find Magnus and stop him before he could mobilize his men.“Where do you think he is?” Mara whispered, glancing around at the shadows that lo
As the group approached the factory, the moonlight cast eerie shadows over the crumbling walls. They could see the faint outline of guards patrolling the perimeter, their silhouettes shifting in the dim light. Clara felt her heart race, every instinct in her body screaming that they were heading into danger. Yet, beneath that fear was a resolute determination to confront Magnus and end this once and for all.“Okay, remember the plan,” Marcus whispered, his voice steady despite the tension. “Mara and Eli, you’ll set off the fireworks on the east side while Clara and I create a distraction on the north entrance.”“Got it,” Mara replied, glancing at Eli, who nodded in agreement.As they moved into position, Clara could feel the weight of the moment bearing down on her. She glanced at Marcus, who was scanning the area with a focused intensity. “Are you ready for this?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.“I have to be,” he replied, determination flashing in his eyes. “For everyon
“I still can’t believe Magnus is out there,” Clara said, pacing the small room, her brow furrowed with concern. “He’s not the type to back down easily.”Marcus leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw set in determination. “He’ll come back. We need to prepare for whatever he’s planning. We can’t underestimate him again.”Mara, sitting on a makeshift bench, rubbed her temples, still feeling the tension from the fight. “What if he tries to retaliate against us personally? He knows who we are now.”Eli, leaning against the table, chimed in. “We need to gather intel on his operations. If we know where he’s hiding or what he’s planning, we can strike first.”“Good idea,” Marcus replied, his mind racing with possibilities. “But how do we find him? He has a network, and we’re just a small team.”Just then, Clara’s phone buzzed, breaking the tension in the air. She glanced at the screen, her expression shifting from concern to curiosity. “It’s a text from a contact I haven’t heard from
With the remaining henchmen falling one by one, it became clear that the tide was turning. The cacophony of chaos seemed to intensify, but Marcus’s focus sharpened on Magnus, who was now cornered against the wall, his bravado fading.“Looks like your little party is crashing down, Magnus,” Marcus taunted, stepping closer, his fists clenched.Magnus glared, anger burning in his eyes. “You think this is over? You have no idea what you’re dealing with!”“Maybe not, but I know what I’m going to do next,” Marcus said, his voice low and threatening. He motioned to Eli, who nodded and moved to flank Magnus.Suddenly, Magnus lunged toward a nearby table, grabbing a glass bottle and swinging it at Marcus. The glass shattered against the wall just inches from Marcus’s head.“Careful!” Marcus shouted, ducking just in time.Mara, ever vigilant, charged forward again, this time aiming a solid punch directly at Magnus’s jaw. The force of her hit sent him staggering backward. “You won’t get away thi
The days that followed the ambush were a blur of activity for Marcus, Mara, Clara, and Eli. Each moment was filled with tension, anticipation, and the weight of what lay ahead. They meticulously planned their counterattack against Magnus and his henchmen, determined to turn the tables and regain control of their lives.The small, dimly lit warehouse they had chosen as their temporary headquarters buzzed with energy as they gathered around a large table cluttered with maps, photos, and notes. Marcus pointed at a large map of the city spread out before them.“Alright, here’s the plan,” he began, his voice steady and authoritative. “We know that Magnus operates out of several locations, but we believe he’s using this old warehouse on the outskirts of town as his base of operations.”Clara leaned closer, her finger tracing a route on the map. “If we can get the jump on them here, we can cut off any escape routes they might have. It’s a perfect setup for an ambush.”“Exactly,” Marcus agree