The adage about days having wings attached to them, is truly an understatement when one carefully thinks about it. Especially considering that the speed with which the days were passing was definitely faster than a bird flying in the open sky… with its wings wide open and with their full speed.Because ten days had passed in the blink of an eye..Mark was getting ready for the trial, standing in front of a grand, ornate mirror in the villa, dressed in a tailored suit. In the golden accents, and soft, muted lighting, Mark's reflection in the mirror showcased a man who had changed during the course of the last five years. His once carefree demeanor had transformed into a steely resolve, a determination to see the case through to its conclusion. The weight of his family's expectations and the memory of his brother's tragic death rested heavily on his shoulders.Mark adjusted his tie, a black silk one that signified his mourning for his brother, and at the same time, he couldn't help b
Anxiety started to bubble up inside Mark's heart.He didn't know what was the reason behind it, but how was it possible that Anthony was standing in front of him?Wasn't he dead already?Had people started returning off from the land of the dead as well, without being claimed or looking like a zombie, Dracula or ghost?!Then how and why… were his eyes deceiving him ?Or even if they were, then why? Was it all a lie, did he really see the same person he recognised, the same person he knew couldn't appear in front of him in any situation? Or was he just hallucinating because of the panic of the result of the jury?Or was it just some random person who had a crazy resemblance to Anthony? Anything was possible, but the fact that a dead person had recovered from their death is an imagination that requires some medicines and really good sleep.Think that, he wanted to ask his lawyer about who he really was and what he was there for.But before he could have completed his thoughts and deci
The courtroom buzzed with anticipation, and the atmosphere grew thick with tension as the judge entered, draped in solemn black robes. Mark sat on the edge of his seat, eyes fixed on the person who was finally here as a result of his consistent efforts— Connor Lawrence, who had managed to escape justice at every turn… but not this time.This time, he had plenty of evidence to have him sentenced, but Connor seemed completely unbothered by the fact that all these people had gathered here for his trial. Flanked by his defense attorney, he was wearing a mask of composure that did a good job at hiding the storm inside. However, Mark could still tell that he was putting on a false air of confidence, because his eyes betrayed a hint of anxiety, revealing a crack in the facade. His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the room, and their gazes locked for a brief moment, as Mark noticed a flicker of defiance.It was a game… a chess match, where the pieces were people's lives, and the stakes
Anthony knew that there was a hundred and ten percent chance that Marcus would identify him in the first place.But he still chose to visit the courtroom, as he wanted to see the defeat on his face.After all, the defeat of the Rovers was the only motivation for his life this time.He was a villain of the story that had started with his beginning and would end with him and his victory only.Because in his story, the villain shall never lose.Hence after meeting Marcus, he headed directly towards his car, knowing what his next move is going to be and how he was going to use his new puppet, whom he has just saved.He had already briefed everything to the lawyer to send it as a message to Connor and he should be coming to him in the night.And before this, he was supposed to wrap up the things that were still incomplete.__________________Mark had returned home after a particularly disappointing day in the trial proceedings for his brother's murder. As he drove up to the grand entrance
"What do you mean?!"Cassie couldn't decide whether or not Mark was joking. On one hand, the statement was too absurd to be true; on the other hand, his mood was too serious to be frivolous.Before she could decide, Mark himself opened his mouth."Connor was given bail today, on the basis of his heart condition and lack of evidence-" "Didn't Simon and Jerry show up?"She couldn't hold herself back from asking; the way she had been thinking, with two witnesses and solid evidence, their case was supposed to be airtight. Then how had he managed to escape?"A look of distress crossed his face."They did. But their testimony fell flat in the face of cross questioning. I don't know who this new attorney was… but he didn't let anyone go without probing deeply.He needled both Jerry and Simon about whether or not they had seen Connor hit Matteo with their own eyes… and he twisted it such that they couldn't conclude his guilt."Cassie's furrowed brows showed her confusion clearly; meanwhile M
The morning sun bathed the elegant driveway of the Blue Mountains Group in a soft, golden glow. The anticipation was palpable in the air as the sleek, black luxury car approached the entrance of the building.The car glided smoothly to a halt, and the engine's subdued purr filled the space. The driver's side door opened with a gentle creak, and Marcus Rover emerged from the vehicle. He stood for a moment as he adjusted the lapels of his finely tailored suit, fixing the top button, and then stepped ahead. As Mark stepped onto the driveway, the employees who had been milling about in small groups turned their attention toward him. The sound of hushed whispers and curiosity spread like wildfire… till now, the transfer of upper management had not been announced to the public and employees.After Mariella and Andrew had been arrested from the office premises during the shareholders meeting that day, the family had tried to suppress the news.But of course, some rumors had gotten leaked
"Cass? What's wrong?"In response, Cassie just shook her head from side to side.But Mark noticed the concern in her eyes and, with a gentle smile, he asked, "What's on your mind, let me in?"Cassie hesitated for a moment before she replied, "I'm just a bit concerned about all these changes, Mark. It's a lot to take in, and I worry about how it might affect the company and everyone who works there. I mean, we have a lot of old workers there, who have been with us from the beginning, and this overhaul…"She let her sentences trail off, and Mark understood immediately. He reached out and took Cassie's hand, reassuring her, "I understand your concerns, Cass. Change can be unsettling, but I want you to know that we're in this together. I won't make decisions that will impact the company without consulting you and considering your perspective."Cassie's expression softened as she looked into Mark's eyes. "Really? That would mean a lot to me."Mark nodded;"Yes, really. Tomorrow, I'll ta
Disappointed by her own blood relation once again, Mariella made her way throughout the house, looking for Mark.At the end, she found him in the garden outside, sitting alone and thinking about something.For one moment, her heart was full of resentment; how did he think he deserved to stay peacefully after snatching all her power away from her?He was solely responsible for her family being in pieces today, and for making her so helpless that she had to approach him and ask for a favor.While she herself would have laughed at this thought, if someone had said it to her a month ago.But time isn't partial to anyone; and soon, she would be back in her position of superiority. This was the only thought that brought her some comfort, and she approached the bench he was sitting on."Mark… I hope I'm not disturbing you."Although he wasn't pleased to see her there, Mark maintained a formal tone for the sake of civility, and replied;"Please sit." Mariella did as she was told, then began i