"Did we hear that correctly? You already have a wife! You got married? To whom? When?!"Romera read out the list of questions that was not only running through everyone's minds but was also visible in their eyes- even though nobody else had found the words to express that yet. "Umm…" Mark was unable to say a single word apart from this.He might have announced this giant news and revealed his hidden marriage, but he himself was not sure about how his family was going to react to this news.In the beginning, he had to hide this news from everyone else, since he had his doubts and he wanted to confirm everything before taking any further steps.And right now, he was still keeping it under wraps because he still had a few things that were essential to him to know.But after hearing from Alex that his family had already undertaken a mission of bride- hunting, he knew he couldn't keep this hidden any longer.And while he was contemplating his rash decision of revealing everything without
The past and the memories of said past, is something that we can never change, nor do we have the power to erase them.They just become an inseparable part of our lives, and we have to live with that fact that we can't alter that reality of ours.The same lines could be said, regarding the story of Marcus Rover! The second son of the Rover family had always been a fun- loving and sporty boy, who was free from every tension in his life thanks to the way everyone in his family doted on him from his very first breath. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth and gold bowl in his hand, the infant Marcus was swung in the diamond crested cradle.He was good at every activity he picked up, even at random- and besides hailing from a background that set him apart from ninety- nine percent of the people around him. And because he was one of those people who required the bare minimum effort to excel at everything, Marcus Rover was the object of everyone's envy in Lancaster, where he had grown up
It was the third day of his trip to Switzerland when Marcus was woken up in the middle of the night by his phone ringing incessantly.He answered the call groggily, but he snapped into consciousness instantly when he received the devastating news: his brother, Matteo Rover, had been involved in an accident that had claimed his life. He returned to Lancaster as quickly as possible, only to find that everyone from his family was already in mourning… After his flight landed and he sat inside the car that had been sent for him at the airport, rain started pouring relentlessly over the quaint English countryside, a reflection of the heavy sorrow that hung in the air. Marcus sat, seemingly looking out of the window without his eyes registering any of the beautiful scenery; each minute passed like an eternity, as he replayed memories of his elder brother in his mind: shared laughter, whispered secrets, and lifelong dreams.As the car took a final turn, the Rover family estate finally came
Unable to believe his ears, Marcus acted on impulse and stepped into the room before he could think about the consequences of barging into a conversation that seemed to be highly confidential.As soon as he sensed a movement near the door, Maxwell's eyes snapped up at his face,"Marcus…?""Grandpa, what-"Before he could say anything, Maxwell Rover turned to the man in front of him."I think you should leave now, and please keep my words in mind."With a silent nod, the man in the black trench coat got up and collected the files he had brought along. Packing up everything in his briefcase, he stood up.As he went past Marcus, the man's gaze shifted to the side and he quickened his pace.This was enough to prompt Marcus;"Grandpa, are you serious?You know that Matt's accident wasn't an accident at all, and yet, you were going to keep this news, not only from the world, but from his own family?!Why! Do we not deserve to know the truth?"Marcus' anger had finally erupted, and he no lon
Marcus didn't have a single doubt in his mind: his brother would have given his life for his sake without even thinking once, so how could he let any material possessions come in the way of justice? Ironically, the very person who had taught them the importance of depending on each other, was the one presenting him with this ultimatum and trying to coerce him into submission.He immediately spoke up;"Okay, all your conditions are fine with me. I accept your challenge, and I won't lay a finger on the family's wealth or step foot into the family's property until I get to the root of this!"Saying this, Mark had slammed his black card on the table and stormed off without saying or hearing anything else. ________Since then, he had set up a lifestyle for himself that was completely different from the way he had lived for the first twenty years of his life.During the first tumultuous year, Marcus found himself thrust into a life of isolation and determination. The argument with his gra
Seeing the number plate of the car downstairs, anger surged inside Mark's body as he was frozen for a moment, unable to decide what to do next.He really wanted to tell Cassie about who he was and about his family who were waiting eagerly for her back home; if not for the unexpected arrival of this Rolls-Royce.But before he could think of his next step or approach the car, the person inside had started the engine and turned towards the exit gate.The car had tinted screens, which made it difficult for Mark to determine whether or not the person behind the wheel was someone who had decided to leave because they recognized him. But still, he just couldn't let this lead slip out of his hands.So for now, he had to make a tough decision as the car drove away in front of him; should he chase after it? But he was worried about Cassie as it was already so late, and he wanted to check in on her before leaving for the night.Moreover, it was somewhat likely that someone in the car had recogni
Two days after the incident at Cassie and Mark's apartment, Connor and Andrew were seated in a bar in Clovelly, which Connor was a shareholder of. In the heart of the city's upscale district, the posh bar stood as a haven of sophistication and refinement. The warm glow of dimmed chandeliers bathed the room in a soft radiance, casting dancing shadows upon the mahogany bar counter. As expected, the ambiance was one of sophistication and luxury, and the gleaming bar counter showcased an array of meticulously arranged top-shelf liquor bottles. The soft hum of laughter and clinking glasses created an atmosphere of camaraderie and celebration.Connor leaned against the backrest of the couch, dressed in his tailored suit and an air of casual confidence as he swirled the drink in his hand. His position in the bar was apparent not just through the way he held himself, but also the ease with which he interacted with the staff. But if one looked closely enough, they would find that something
Cassie was pulled out of her thoughts when the apartment’s doorbell rang.Thinking that it might be Mark, she rushed to open the door ;but it was the same incident all over again, because she found Andrew and Moira standing there at her door.“Why are you guys here again?”She spoke, this time, shielding the entrance with her body.This time, she was already prepared- she wasn't going to let them inside today, just so they could pass unnecessary and uninvited remarks about her marriage, and continue bad- mouthing her husband because of his pedigree. “I wonder, has nobody truly taught you manners, or have you just chosen to shed them willingly? Because as far as I remember, we both used to take the classes for morals and etiquette together!”Andrew asked, pushing her aside and stepping inside without caring that this action had made her hit the raised edge of the wall, scratching her elbow.Moira followed his head, casually running her gaze around the room;“Oh my dear! Your health an