Two weeks passed gently without noise and Camelia spent most of her time in bed, crying her eyes out in the day and laughing with her mum in the night as though all was well.Miss Amelia noticed that she and Marcus were no longer speaking that much and he barely ever visited. Whenever she tried to bring it up, her daughter would shun her and make her feel that all was well that she was being unnecessarily pushy.“Marcus is a man that buys and has a multi billion dollar company to run, mother. You cannot possibly expect him to spend every second of his life lying around my house.”“But he also had that business to run when he was always at the hospital to see me,” she nagged.“Urgh… mother. Let me be! I am sure he will make out time to come around sometime.” Sh was exhausted already by the regular questioning and wished that they could be skipped. She hated the fact that her mother was just too invested in everything that had to do with Marcus. She loved him so much and it broke her he
Mara gazed through the window as the car drove her and Marcus through the streets of the elite streets of Los Altos hills. They were headed for the charity event that Camelia had organised on behalf of the Blackwood conglomerate and now, Mara was to bear the compliments that were meant for Camelia. “I'd like to specifically thank you for taking the necessary steps towards bringing this social event to a point of success. I mean, when Marco told me you were good with what you do, I thought he was being too confident and that I would soon be disappointed but I was wrong.” He flashed his smile and she smiled back. “Thank you Boss,” she chuckled and Marcus nodded lightly. Mara seemed to be filled with excitement that she was to be seen in social functions with Marcus and not the dysfunctional twin. Once they arrived at the event, the camera lights from the news media were rolling right at them as they stepped out of the car. Mara was leading ahead of him but Marcus tapped her wrist
The entire crowd was gasping at the sight of him, no one really wanted to socialize with him. “You do not seem so pleased to see me,” Magnus spoke with a sarcastic gleam in his eyes, “I mean, I know we are rivalries but come on, we can put the past behind us, you know and move on.” Marcus was still gazing at him and now his anger grew to a seethed one. Marco could see the discomfort Magnus was causing for everyone and moved closer to the event to take the spotlight and salvage the situation. “You got me locked up with your twisted lies and you thought the law would keep me away forever, ain't it?” Magnus whispered through clenched teeth yet, everyone could his words. “Well, news flash, I still got out!” He groaned proudly and Marcus felt a sting in his heart. How was that even possible? He thought to himself whilst still trying to coin his words for a formal attack on Magnus. “Here you are, holding the mic and about to give a speech that would deceive people into thinking that y
The entire crowd was gasping at the sight of him, no one really wanted to socialize with him.“You do not seem so pleased to see me,” Magnus spoke with a sarcastic gleam in his eyes, “I mean, I know we are rivalries but come on, we can put the past behind us, you know and move on.”Marcus was still gazing at him and now his anger grew to a seethed one.Marco could see the discomfort Magnus was causing for everyone and moved closer to the event to take the spotlight and salvage the situation.“You got me locked up with your twisted lies and you thought the law would keep me away forever, ain't it?” Magnus whispered through clenched teeth yet, everyone could his words.“Well, news flash, I still got out!” He groaned proudly and Marcus felt a sting in his heart.How was that even possible? He thought to himself whilst still trying to coin his words for a formal attack on Magnus.“Here you are, holding the mic and about to give a speech that would deceive people into thinking that you are
"Money can't buy happiness, they said. But it sure can tear a marriage apart," "Love comes first but money speaks louder than all…..”Starling City pulsed with the evening rush; a hubbub of honking cars and bustling activity as the workday drew to a close. Amidst the swarming throng, Marcus navigated the pedestrian path. His camera draped around his neck, and a slung bag at his side, a recent contract dangled like an unwanted weight on his shoulders.Supposedly a cause for excitement, the contract instead cast a shadow over him. The job offered clashed starkly with his principles, it goes against his morals and upbringing.Tasked with filming in the adult film industry, Marcus grappled with an internal conflict. Though every fiber urged him to decline the offer, the brutal truth of financial need propelled him forward.A freelance cameraman, he toiled incessantly to support himself and, most significantly, his cherished wife. She is from a rich family but yet decided to marry a poor
"What am I doing here? I'm supposed to be the one asking you that, what the hell are you doing Hannah?" Marcus asked, his voice mixed with emotions and disbelief."But you said you were going to take pictures of a newly launched hotel. You lied" Hannah reminded.“You said you were going to attend to a friend's problem.” Marcus gritted his teeth."I can't believe what I'm seeing Hannah, tell me this is a joke, explain this to me. I'm your husband Hannah, you can't be doing this" Marcus raised his voice."I…I…I owe you no explanation Marcus" Hannah then said, as her expression changed, as though she didn't regret what she did."What are you saying! You are my wife Hannah!" Marcus shouted in anger."I'm sorry Mr Marcus, I didn't know that our client has a relationship with you, but try not to make a scene" the director gestured."Yeah what he said Marcus, you can leave" Hannah added with no sign of emotions."What happened to you Hannah, I can't believe this is you" Marcus asked."What
Marcus was still shocked seeing the huge amount of money in his account, it was unbelievable, he raced to the kitchen, on the tap then poured water on his face to make sure he wasn't dreaming, he then rebooted the phone to make sure it wasn't malfunctioning. He was going crazy.But to his greatest surprise, the money was still there.Marcus tried to call the number, but then discovered that it was a private number, he then scrolled through his contact to check if he might think of someone who would have done that. What a joke, he was a very broke man, which billionaire would want to have his number, his contact lists weren't even up to twenty. Many questions ran through his mind, this must be a mistake, they might have gotten the wrong number. He tried contacting the customer care but they weren't helping either.He checked his phone every two minutes to see if the sender would call or text, but nothing came, and time was running late, Marcus eventually fell asleep on his couch.The
The time was 7pm and Marcus was already dressed up in his usual work clothing, just a simple blue shirt and a black jeans, he grabbed his camera and bag, before coming out of his house. The client had already sent the location for him, it was to be held at 'Rainbow hills' a five star restaurant.A yellow taxi stopped, as Marcus stepped out of it, he brought out some change in his pocket and paid the driver.Arriving at the restaurant, a sudden wave of discomfort swept over him. Rainbow Hills stood as one of the most opulent and pricey restaurants in Starling City, and Marcus had never set foot in a place of such grandeur before.As Marcus approached the imposing entrance of Rainbow Hills, the security guard's scrutiny intensified, his eyes lingering on Marcus with an air of disdain. The guard's dismissive gaze, starting from Marcus's scuffed shoes, traveled up to his frayed jeans and faded shirt, as if mentally tallying up the cost of his outfit and finding it utterly lacking. His en