Marcus sat in the interrogation room after about three to four hours, feeling a mix of anger, frustration, and confusion. He had been arrested for the murder of Emery Finch; a business or personal rival as others would see it, who had been found dead in his home after a lavish party but no one of the officers had been in yet to see him or even ask him questions about the supposed murder. The police had also discovered severed fingers in Marcus's bedroom, which they claimed belonged to Finch and Finch’s dead and mutilated body out in the garden. So, why were none of them in the room with him grilling him about it all. Marcus already had an idea of which questions they were going to ask him, so he was kind of prepared for the interrogation. Not like there was anything to prepare for. He was innocent. Just then the door opened and in walked two familiar faces. Eric Coleman and Callum Bennet. Coleman had a somewhat sad look on his face and Callum, as always, looked calculating like he wa

“Help me.” His body fell to the ground with a dull thud, snapping the members of the Wei family and their lawyer to snap out of their shocked trance. Even still, they all stood there staring at the fallen body for what seemed like a minute until Marcus made the first move. “Guards!” Micah shouted out, calling for back-up in case anything underhanded was about to happen. Marcus, on the other hand, started to move over to where Mark lay on the floor when his father tried to call him back. “Marcus, don’t.” Micah said, trying to get Marcus to stay in place until their security could check out the still body first but Marcus did no such thing, already getting free of his father’s grip and moving closer to Mark. Everyone else watched on with bated breath. As soon Marcus reached the body, he bent down and checked the pulse by placing two fingers on Mark’s neck. There was a pulse, not strong but not faint either. Marcus turned back just as the doors were thrown open and four large men

A day had gone by after the discussion with his family on what to do with Chris or Mark and the bewildering talk he had with Estelle concerning the welfare of her assistant. So far, Chris had been Chris for the most part with Mark not coming out at all and the diagnosis that he was having were all good. Mark’s ugly head hadn’t reared but it was still too soon to say that the drugs and recent psychiatric help were working wonders. Marcus finally sat up in his bed feeling like he could take on the whole world after the day of constant rest and in his mind, he could. He effortlessly got up from his bed and after a long but reviving hot shower and a change of clothes, he was ready to face his problems for the day or the previous day at least. Marcus left his room and went straight to see Chris. He needed to check on Chris’ behavioral records to make sure that everything was still on track before Chris would be able to live a somewhat normal life after all this was taken care of. He got

Marcus sighed as Estelle walked out of his house and he saw her drive off after several moments of what he thought was probably crying but what he hoped was self reflection on what she did wrong and how she would change and be a good wife to her husband. Little did he know his rejection would lead to her downhill spiral.He went upstairs to his bedroom eager to put what had happened in his rear view and focus on what mattered. Mark accepting his proposal and this annoying and yet much needed New Years ball that he was assigned to throw again due to the scandal that followed the last event he spearheaded. The public had not yet recovered from that one with the police still suspecting him and simultaneously looking for the hooded figure who unbeknownst to them, was being held captive in one of the guest rooms of his home. The press also carried the news far and wide and unsurprisingly had found out why he was arrested in the first place.The matter would have escalated if Finch had a f

Marcus had finally concluded his planning for the New Year event mostly without Rachel’s help due to her work, much to his dismay. He had also gotten the money he planned to give to Mark but for some reason he chose to hold off on it until after the event, therefore placing the transaction in a rut. Now that he had removed his mind from that, all that remained was the decoration, preparation of food and then the arrival of the guests. He wiped the sweat off his brow as he stood in the scorching heat in just a tank top and sweatpants with a tablet in his hands and a crease on his lip. “No, move it a bit to the left. To the left Andre.” Marcus shouted out as he tried to give directions to the event decorators that were supposed to be making the front of the mansion beautiful but were doing the opposite of their jobs. Or maybe it was just the way Marcus saw it. He just wanted it to be perfect. Marcus sighed as Andre moved the flower arch more to the left than was intended, throwing the