The party went according to what Marcus had planned. The guests were having fun, there was an abundance of food and drinks and due to the ambiance, money was being spent on another donation for a different purpose. Estelle and Rachel had been talking amongst themselves with a new group of women that had formed around them and from time to time they giggled and took a sip of their drinks. Marcus had finished speaking to Gregory some time ago and was now entertaining some couples who really wanted to get some insight into parts of the businesses that they run unanimously. He had his eyes on Rachel and her friend before he turned back to the group he was in. A moment later, he stole a glance in Rachel’s direction once more, but she was gone. Her, Estelle, the group, just gone. While he spoke, he swiveled around and used his eyes to try and find where they had run off to, but he couldn’t seem to find them in the sea of people that he had invited. “I’m sorry but if you could all excuse

It was the next day and after the shocking discovery of Mark’s escape act and Estelle’s betrayal over one-sided love the night before, Marcus knew that he could do only three things now. Firstly, he had to get to Estelle and get to the bottom of what she did. She wasn’t gone because she just gave an interview in her home that was still trending. Secondly, he had to begin the search for Mark. He had already informed the officers and told them what they thought they wanted to hear so they were on the job, but he had to have his own men on the prowl also. Lastly, he had to make sure that Rachel and his family had the utmost and most efficient security team that he could get to protect them from the immediate threat of Mark. Last night, after Micah had sent everyone away and Marcus had gotten the ominous call from Mark, he had tried to explain what was going on to the rest of the family, but Rachel wasn’t in the mood or to anyone who saw her, she just didn’t want to be around the man. M

"I have your wife, Marcus. I have Rachel.” “What did you say?” Marcus shouted out as he stepped closer to Estelle, feeling ready to wring her neck until she told him what he wanted to know, when he heard the click of several guns. He stopped in his tracks and took a look around. About three men stood behind pillars, all pointing their guns at him, willing to shoot if he made the wrong move. How did he not notice them when he walked into the room? Marcus could tell that he was outnumbered and was basically the prey in this situation so he stepped back but that didn’t stop him from glaring at a smiling Estelle. “Where is she?” He growled, counting down the seconds that he could run out and find Rachel as soon as Estelle gave him what he needed. Whatever it was, Mark’s manhunt would have to wait until he got his wife back. Estelle frowned and stood up, matching Marcus. “You care about her more than you care about me. I had an inkling that she had poisoned your mind, but I didn’t thi

“How did you find me?” Marcus asked Callum as he watched the paramedics who arrived at the scene some minutes after he was almost shot, carry Mark's dead but covered body away and wheel a drained Rachel into an ambulance. “I found you because I know the kind of man you are. You would destroy anyone to save your family.”Marcus stared at him, confused as he cradled his arm that was hurt during the scuffle with Mark.“In other words, I knew you weren't going home to speak to your father. I tried to give you a benefit of the doubt but I couldn't and I followed you. I thought that it was better to be safe than sorry.”“You saw me at the Moore's?”“Yes. I still don't know why you went there but when I saw you run out, I knew that things weren't right. I still tailed you and then you ended up here. I stayed outside for a bit, not really sure if I should have gone in after you. I had a bad feeling when you stayed in there more than I expected so I called reinforcements just in case. As soon

Days had gone by after the supposed burial of Rachel Blythe or Wei, depending on who looked at it, was long gone. People still mourned her loss, and the press all carried the news of Rachel’s death all around but in truth people had moved on from it. The funeral had passed, and everyone had gone on with their respective lives. Everyone except for the person who died. Rachel still stuck around, now mostly healed from her trauma, as she stood behind a false frame in a restaurant wringing her hands and calming her nerves for what she was about to do. This was ludicrous and insane. Even if they were able to pull off what Marcus had in mind, what’s to say that Estelle wouldn’t find out immediately and really have her killed this time? She huffed and then spoke into the small microphone that was placed on her gown. “Are you sure about this Marcus? What if she finds out?" Rachel asked, her nerves getting the best of her. “She won't." Marcus’ voice spoke back at her from the earpiece she h