Maxwell was coming down from his stairs, all dressed up and ready for work. As he stepped down to the sitting room Hannah called him. "Hey Maxwell." He stopped then turned back. "What is it?" He asked."I need to speak to you about something." She proposed."About what?" He gave an daring glare.'She better not try to tell me to end this relationship. I'll make her pay me for everything I've spent on her before ever I can let her go' Maxwell said within his mind."Something I should have told you before now." Hannah stated. "It's about my family." She continued.Maxwell scoffed, what was she going to tell him about her family now? He's not interested he bet her family's just one of those poor people from the trenches that's always wanting to benefit from their inlaws."What about them? You need me to give them money? Open a business for your mun? Or maybe your dad is Ill and he needs urgent medical treatment?" Maxwell taunted, he really has no interest in his relationship with Hannah
"Please Lord Magnus, I swear I'm innocent, I didn't try to betray you." The man begged, tears pouring from his eyes, he was sweating and shaking with great fear. He was tied to a chair in a very dark room with little illumination."So you're saying Thomas is lying?" Magnus asked, his voice filled with dread."Yes Lord Magnus. He's trying to set me up, I can swear I never did what he said." The man cried and his nose became watery."Lord Magnus, Thomas is the real betrayal...you have to believe me."Magnus lowered his body to the man. "You dare accuse Thomas in front of me?" A very frightening voice escaped his lips.The man was shaking, sweating, he felt like his soul was about to leave his body.He was reported to Magnus for trying to snuggle from the drug he was sent to deliver to the overseas. And this was an act by Mr. Wealth. Aka Lord Magnus won't tolerate it.All of Magnus's men knew better than to betray him, but Thomas was the most trusted of all. He was always seen wearing a
THE BLACKWOODS MANSIONMarcus was seen in his office with Richard by his corner. They were trying to finalize the whole issue about the school property. Marcus had told Richard all the information he got from Mr. Matthew and his plans of having a meeting with Mr. Wealth to see if they could brush things up without violence, and Richard, already knowing who Mr. Wealth gives his own side of advice."You have to be super careful with whatever you do or are planning to do." Richard said."I will uncle, I believe if I talk to him with all my evidence of the property belonging to us he'll understand and even if he refuses I'll pay him back the money he used in buying it." Marcus replied."Mr. Wealth, also known as Magnus, is a devil incarnate. When I found out that the building had been claimed by him, I decided to not proceed in dragging matters with him.""Why?" Marcus asked"Because he's a mad man. He wouldn't stop in getting what he desires even if it requires killing anyone." Richard s
Marcus and Sam arrived with their car on the agreed place to meet with Magnus.An hotel. But when they arrived the place was dead quiet, not even the workers were present, except for many heavy armed men lined up at every corner, these are Magnus's followers."This doesn't look safe young master." Sam said with observation.Marcus noticed it too, but he's not intimidated enough to go back. "I know, let's just go in."They both entered the building, and Magnus sat at the head of a long table, a lavish spread of food and drink laid out before him. His men were scattered throughout the room, keeping a watchful eye on Marcus and Sam as they entered."Welcome," Magnus said, his voice full of false cheer. "I trust you had no trouble finding the place?"Sam cast a wary glance around the room. "This is quite the setup," he said, a hint of suspicion in his tone."Oh, don't worry," Magnus said, waving a dismissive hand. "I just like to be prepared for any eventuality. Hope you're okay with that
It was getting dark and Sam and Marcus were heading back home."You shouldn't have done that young master." Sam said."That guy feels too much of himself. He can't claim something that doesn't belong to him." Marcus replied."I know, but we were completely outnumbered, it was dangerous, young Master. If something had happened to you Richard won't let me live, that's if I would have survived." Sam explained."That's true. I guess I should control my temper next time." Marcus heaved a sigh.Just then Sam spotted three black cars tailing them from behind."Huhm... Young Master." He said."What?""I think we're being tailed." He announced."What?" Marcus also looked at the mirror and saw how fast the cars were coming after them. "Shit, drive faster Sam."Sam's heart began to pound as he saw the black cars bearing down on them in the rear-view mirror."I'll try my best, young master," he said, his voice tight with fear.He hit the gas, and the car shot forward, weaving in and out of traffi
Marcus and Sam ran for their lives, panting and gasping for breath as they sprinted down the street. The angry men were close behind them, their footsteps thundering on the pavement. Gunshots rang out.Marcus and Sam then hide behind a corner."Any plans?" Sam asked."I've got a few rounds left, I think we should attack." Marcus suggested."What? We're outnumbered." Sam reminded me."I know, if we don't fight back we'll end up dead." Marcus said.Sam kept wondering who taught Marcus how to use a gun, and the fact that he shows little fear in almost every situation."Alright." Sam nodded faithfully."On my count. One... Two... Three" Marcus finalized as they were about to charge at the men but then they could hear multiple gunshots which made them hide back at the corner."I think we've got more companies." Sam complained.At that moment Marcus realized the pressure on their current situation, he never imagined Magnus could be this dangerous.Just then they heard a familiar voice. "You
THE BERLINGS MANSIONToday was Miss Martha's one year anniversary, the Berlings mansion was heavily decorated. All the family members were all present. And Alex Martha's only son and also the first grandchild of the family had arrived from his business trip."Today would be a wonderful day mother." He said with an assuring smile."Yes it will, son. I've worked so hard to make this business grow bigger.""Yes. You deserve this mother." Eunice said walking towards her mother with her billionaire husband Mr. Roger. The two couples bowed respectfully, touching Martha's feet. "Bless you two. May you have all the peace in this world that you deserve." She blessed them and they got up.Everyone was present and now it's time for the guests to arrive."Sister Martha I heard Hannah is arriving tonight, why isn't she here yet?" Her younger sister Vivian asked, it was obvious she was mocking her. Vivian had always envied her sister's progress and wished her own son Daniel could be the heir of the
"Is it also a sin to stare at the chair?" Maxwell asked, feeling pissed."I said don't talk back at me, loser. You are only a little manager and my husband here is a business tycoon CEO of two large companies, you should know your place."Maxwell wanted to react but then again, she was right. He was nothing compared to them, and if he really wants to get something from the Berlings he just needs to play along.***Hannah and Alex strolled by the passage of the mansion having a discussion."Mum is trying to get you married to someone else Hannah. Some richer, how do you feel about that?" Alex asked with concern."Well it's Mom's decision. I can't say otherwise even if I want to." Hannah replied with a sad tone."Don't say that Hannah you always have a choice." "I don't want to upset mum Alex. The last time I tried it didn't end up well." She felt regret in her stomach. "You know what I mean Alex, I was made an outcast trying to follow my choice.""Hannah it wouldn't be like the last t
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