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
"Enough, Andrew!" she retorted, her voice carrying a steely edge. "I've endured your insults and snide comments for far too long. Mark is a good man- a better person than any of you have ever shown yourselves to be!"Mark observed the subtle shift in her posture, as her chin was held higher at this moment than he had ever seen it.The elegant grace that had always characterized her movements seemed to be accompanied by an underlying tension, evident in the way her spine stood straight, her shoulders were squared with resolve, and the fire burning in her eyes. Yet, Andrew was lost in his own world. He scoffed, his disbelief evident. "You're blinded by some misguided sense of rebellion, dear sister. But I guess, that's what happens when you've been a goody two shoes all your life! But I'm warning you, you're throwing away your heritage for nothing more than a whim."This seemed to snap a fuse inside Cassie's head, and she took a threatening step forward before snarling;"Then that's
Andrew helped himself off the ground, dusting his clothes with a scowl on his face. The hatred he felt towards Mark at this moment could not be put into words, and he felt like needed to smash something or hit someone right at this moment.Moira, who had been watching everything with shock painted across her pictures, made her way towards him. “Oh God, Drew! Are you okay? You, look! What have you done, you will pay for this!”Andrew, whose pride had been wounded too many times by now, walked out of the apartment without responding to Moira’s question. She followed his lead, but not before throwing a couple of dirty glances towards Cassie and Mark.As the door closed behind Andrew and Moira, Cassie let out a relieved sigh, thanking her stars that the unwelcome guests had finally left. The tension in the air dissipated at last, leaving her alone with Mark for the first time in what felt like an eternity. The sun was almost about to set, and the dissipating light entered through the li
Three hours after leaving their apartment, Mark finally returned to the Rover family mansion, and went directly to his grandfather's room.He didn't even wait to greet his parents or let them know about his arrival since he needed to talk to his grandfather privately. After all, the information he had gotten his hands on, was important to be shared with him.Maxwell was reading something while sitting on a chair placed behind a desk placed on the left side of his room, when he heard a knock on his door."Yes! Come in!Mark, you? My boy, how many times do I have to tell you that you don't really need permission to enter my room? That time I scolded you was a mistake -""Grandpa, you don't have to be sad because of the past, nor you have to bring it up once again.I am here to share something really important with you."Mark gave one of the most enticing smiles of his life; finally, after all these years, he was getting some semblance of hope back in his life."What is it?" Maxwell sto
Earlier that afternoon:The party was being held at the countryside estate of the Rover family, named the "Willowbrook Estate". Nestled amidst lush green fields and towering trees, the estate was the very definition of grandeur. Normally, on approaching the estate that the family usually visited once a year, a majestic wrought-iron gate adorned with intricate vine patterns greeted the visitors, opening onto a sweeping gravel driveway that led to the heart of the property.The facade of the main manor was a masterpiece of architectural craftsmanship, featuring creamy limestone walls adorned with delicate ivy climbing along the edges. A centuries-old willow tree spread its graceful branches near the entrance, casting a gentle shade over the grounds- after all, this had inspired the name of the estate.Mark remembered that back when they were kids and he was home from boarding school for his vacations, he and his brother would spend their days over here.This was the first time he was