Marcus arrived at the Moore mansion in about thirty minutes after he left his home and his wife. The ride wasn't meant to be that long but traffic kept Marcus at bay and his mind in disarray, thinking wildly of what would happen when he got to Estelle. His mind would have to wonder anymore as he stepped out of his car and eyed the tall and magnificent mansion of the woman who had called him.As he walked towards the entrance of the building a staff member walked up to him, gave him a slight nod and gestured for Marcus to follow him. Something that Marcus did without a second thought as he didn't know where to start searching for Estelle in the grand house.The man led him to the innermost chambers of the house, stopped at a door and rapped his knuckles on them three times before sparing Marcus a glance and walking off the way he came. Marcus watched him go, confused as to why the man acted in such a way but he turned to the door when Estelle's voice rang out from inside the room. He h

"Let me see it.” Coleman demanded. Marcus handed his phone over to the man without hesitation. It took Coleman going through just two minutes of the recording before his eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning but still with some doubt in his mind. “How did you get it?” Eric asked simply, astonished but cautiously. “Like I told Callum, Estelle told me herself. She confessed and I just recorded all that she said.” “She just called you and told you she killed someone?” Coleman asked, siding with Callum. “Not a person. People.” Marcus insisted as he rolled his eyes. “She’s killed five people and in that recording we have the ways of death, the times and where the bodies were buried and or hidden from the public eye. We have her.” “You know this won’t be enough, right?” The chief said, a bit crestfallen. Marcus frowned but he understood what the man was trying to say. Estelle was one of the richest women in the world and that was only by association to her husband. If she wa

Marcus couldn’t utter a word as his hands were raised to the sky and he was being pushed along with a gun to the back of his head. He frowned as Estelle’s shocked and confused face came into view and the man with the haggard voice he caught on his phone glared at him. “Look what I found.” The man behind him jested as they came to a stop in front of the group. “The hell.” One of the hooligans murmured. Obviously, they would recognize him. His face and fame were world-famous at this point. “Marcus, what are you doing here?” Estelle asked, the look of horror and pure confusion written on her face. “Estelle, I...” Marcus started but was cut off by the main man of the group. “You brought a Wei here with you. You must have a death wish lady.” “Let me speak to him first Raul.” Estelle insisted, her face growing ever more suspicious as time went by. “What are you doing here Marcus? How did you find me?” She asked once more, but this time a bit peeved at his sudden appearance. “When y

The day everyone was waiting for had arrived. How they had gotten there? Confirmation of the bodies and secrets hidden away by Estelle in her past. The court case between the Moores and the Wei’s. The courtroom was packed with reporters, spectators, and lawyers. Everyone who was interested in this case either showed up at the courtroom, camped outside or even watched it closely on their televisions as it was being broadcast live, just to know the details of the case and hear the final verdict. It was the case of the century as two rich and powerful families went for each other's neck in a court case involving murder and love? No one knew the details for sure but with the news of the case involving the two families coming out, it was all anyone could talk about. Estelle Moore sat in the defendant's seat, wearing a navy-blue suit she was granted to have and a fake smile. She looked calm and confident, as if she had nothing to worry about but underneath her cool exterior, she was terri