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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Eight: A COMMOTION AT THE PARTY
The day of the ball had arrived and just as Rachel had promised she had been with Marcus every step of the way in the planning process. The hall that was being used was decked with everything festive ornament you could think of. From an enormous Christmas tree to the white and red bows to the champagne mountain to the colorful bulbs to the wreaths and even the mistletoes that were scattered around the hall to excite the guests to a night of possible shenanigans with their fellow workers in the business circuit. The drooping chandeliers caused the dancing of elegant shadows around the hall that added to its whimsical but ethereal look. A look that Rachel had tried her best to attain. Marcus stood regal in a sharp black tuxedo, his brown hair slicked back and his brown eyes sparkling with confidence. Well, as much confidence as he could exude considering his circumstance. He looked through the large area filled with gift boxes and souvenirs from all the best brands like Prada, Saint L
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven: WELCOMED DISTRACTIONS
Chris had left and the office had returned to its serene calmness just like it was before everything went to hell. The doctor had tried to get information about what was happening from Marcus, but Lori caught the drift in Marcus’ eyes and swiftly escorted the doctor out of the room with him still trying to get answers. Marcus plopped on his seat and let out a deep breath after Lori had taken the doctor out. Chris was lost more than he was in this situation. How was he going to fight against someone who didn’t even know what they were doing half the time? He rubbed his eyes, thinking of going to meet Jasmine again but he dissuaded himself from it. She was the one who even informed Mark of what was going on. She wouldn’t be the right person to speak to, but he did need to speak to someone about it to get a fresh perspective. That’s when the image of someone entered his mind. Rachel. He could tell her what was happening without burdening his father and get her point of view of what to d
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Six: THE REASON I'M HERE
“My sister must have mentioned me but I’ll introduce myself again. Hi, I’m Mark.” Marcus shrugged back from the thought of even touching this man’s hand. His face showed it and Mark caught up to it. Was this the Mark that Jasmine had told him about or was it just a ploy by Chris to avoid being caught up in the whirlwind of chaos he had created by just showing up? Mark, Chris or whoever as Marcus saw it, frowned and pulled back, beginning to pout. “You must be joking?” Marcus said, not really amused by what was going on in his office. “I understand. It may be hard to believe that it is me. I’m sure you’re wondering if Chris is playing a prank on you, but I can assure you that this is all me. Give or take.” He said, shaking his hand from side to side. Marcus could tell that whether it was Chris or Mark, the person that sat down across from him was smart and cunning. He would have to tread carefully when dealing with him. He leaned closer now, seeming intrigued rather than the way
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five: TWO SIDES OF A COIN
“What do you mean Mark is Chris?” Jasmine cried out louder using her hands to cover her face as if she was afraid of Marcus seeing her true emotions. “My brother has dissociative identity disorder. It’s a condition where he has two or more than two personalities. Last time I was privy to it he had just two. It was caused by the trauma we went through as children with my dad leaving and my mum always drinking. It’s like I said, Chris wasn’t the one who harmed my mother, Mark was. And it’s all Eric’s fault.” Jasmine sniffled and continued. “The night that it happened, my mum and I had a fight. My brother and I hadn’t eaten for two full days but that day I had managed to get some change. The change I planned to use and get food, but she had used it to buy drugs and alcohol. She had been drinking and doing drugs all day that day and I got fed up. I cursed her out and it turned into a hissy fit with me being on the receiving end. She slapped me and called me a whore and I left angrily
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four: ANSWERS
Jasmine Wei was a hard woman to find. Not because she was trying to lead a quiet life of some sort but because she was one of those people who saw technology as a way of not only your family and unknown people knowing about you but also for the government to spy on you. In other words, a conspiracy nut. The woman had accounts on several apps when she was younger but in the three years leading up to the previous one, she had fallen off the face of the earth. If not for the fact that Lori was able to use her mildly intact credit card information and the medical presence she had in hospitals to track her, they may have never known where she was. Luckily for Marcus, she was in town. Not on business or pleasure. She had come because of her father’s trial which according to some people Lori spoke to, was to see him rot behind bars like he deserved. Good enough for him. Marcus got out of his car and eyed the building he stood in front of. The Great Gatsby. A massive but homey looking bed a
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Three: A Prison Visit
Marcus rushed into the mansion after he had basically acted out a scene from fast and furious on the streets leading back to his home. Unlike how he had been when his uncle had betrayed him, his blood boiled fervently at the thought of a cousin from his uncle’s side rearing his head at that time especially when Lori had confirmed what the man had said by the background check she had done. But still how was Chris here? How was he even real? Why didn’t he come forward earlier? Why now, when he had put all this behind him for Christ sake? Marcus had never heard of a son from his uncle, barely even a daughter even though the man had been deceiving him from the beginning but this in its entirety was out of the blue. Marcus moved as fast as he could without alarming anyone he saw in the building, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to tell his father what had just happened. If anyone would have an answer to this, he would. Micah was Eric’s brother after all. He checked every room he th
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Two: AN UNCOMMON FOE
The day finally came. The day that Estelle’s assistant, Chris, was supposed to come to Marcus’ company and watch him work or at least, the way Marcus saw it, spy on him and report him in any way. Marcus sat down in his office, his mind racing to what may happen in the next. Estelle had called him earlier and informed him that Chris would be arriving and for some reason, like the last time Marcus had seen the man, he had an uneasy feeling. His thoughts began to dissipate just as his door was opened and Lori popped her head through with a puzzling look on her face. After two weeks of Eric being behind bars Lori had felt comfortable coming back to New York with her family and continuing to work once more for the Wei family. She had a huge hand in putting both Eric and his men behind bars for what they had done and once that was settled it was like a huge weight was lifted off her shoulders. So much so that she felt it safe enough to allow her brother and grandmother to live a life witho
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One: ESTELLE MOORE
The dinner between the Wei’s and the Moore’s had come to an end perfectly. Everything more or less went according to plan just as Marcus thought it would and Rachel was now in a good mood about the whole Estelle drama. The Moore’s left the Wei mansion with their bellies full and a big smile on their faces while Marcus, his wife and his father waved them off as their car and their entourage drove away into the night. The Wei family went back into the mansion, said their good night to one another and retired to their separate rooms. Marcus wasted no time stripping off his clothes immediately he entered his room. He forwent the choice to have a bath before going to sleep, went directly to his king sized and plopped down on it. A groan escaped his lips as his head sank deeper into his pillows. He wasn’t frustrated or anything. He was just tired from all the work he had thrown himself into the past few weeks. Marcus sighed and rolled over. To him, the fatigue he was feeling as of now was
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty: A REUNION OF SORTS
A few days went by since Rachel had dropped the bomb about Estelle Moore not liking her. The dinner had been thrown into silence as both Marcus and his father tried to wrap their heads around what she had just said. They asked her about it consistently at the table, but she turned all their requests to know about their history down. In the end she excused herself and left the dining hall to retire in her room, with a sad and grim expression on her face. Now, as Marcus stood outside the mansion awaiting the Moore’s to arrive at the mansion for the dinner, his mind went back to the way Rachel had acted when she let her last sentence slip from her lips. Her downcast eyes and the way she wrung her fingers like it pained her to speak about it. He thought about it and the dinner. Was this the right play? Would she be comfortable with this arrangement? Should he just cancel the whole thing and reschedule? Just as he was having second thoughts about the dinner, several black jeeps drove u
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