CHAPTER 25

I got frustrated by the way he kept mute. He looked at me and tried to utter some words but ended up laughing, was he acting like a psychopath? I could act more like a psychopath person.

I used the verge of the gun to hit him hard on the face. "Are you going to tell me the truth or not?" I yelled with a frustrated groan. I wasn't going to go easy on him because of some cut on his body, I was the one he had hurt.

Why the fuck did he steal from me without asking.

"I'm going to ask you one last time and if you don't say a word, I hope you say goodbye to the world," I let out with a wide smirk. From the look on his face, I knew he was getting frightened which gave me some hope that he was going to voice out.

The room looked messed up and smelt of a dead animal. I hoped he voiced out early so I could head home for the day, "speak," I said as I adjusted the bullet.

His mouth was shaking as he tried to voice out. "I trusted you so much Collins, I took you in as a brother and you do this to me! Why the fuck did you even take what belongs to me without asking?" I mumbled feeling better.

"My., sister owed huge money and I wanted to pay back but couldn't, the deadline was near! I'm so sorry boss," he stammered with tears in his eyes. All along he was acting strong when he was only a child deep down.

Why was I taking pity on him? He betrayed me. "Untie him and throw him out of my premises," I declared as the guard stared at me like I had barfed crap from my mouth, yeah, he might be shocked that I had let Collins leave alive.

"Boss?" the guard called. "Let him go, he is lucky that I'm in a good mood, " I mumbled, waving to them to take him away. "Collins?" I named before they had grabbed him away.

He peeked at me with one of his eyes visibly red with a swollen mouth. "Visit the hospital," I said, amusing my guards with surprised faces. After they had left, I took my suit and handed the gun to my guard who fixed his gun back to his core.

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JANE POV

I dragged the blanket away from my body as I rushed to the toilet. It felt like my tummy was messed up with the variety of food I had eaten, when I was done I came to the room to glance at the beautiful Interior Design.

I didn't have a full glimpse of the room yesterday since it was dark. Sunshine strode to me as she kept climbing my legs, I bent down and carried it in my hand before pecking it on the forehead. I walked to the king-size bed and dropped sunshine before getting on it, I kept jumping on it multiple times like a child.

I couldn't help it as I kept repeating the same thing and laughing at the fun I was getting. When I got tired, I stopped and went to the fireplace in the room. It looked expensive and beautiful, everything here spoke of money.

I wasn't going to go downstairs without anybody given me an order. I didn't want to offend Marcus in any way, I didn't want anything to harm Noah Jnr, I wonder why Marcus had insisted I followed him here, was something wrong? Oh, he just didn't want me to escape.

I took my shower and went to the wardrobe to notice how vacant it stood. I decided to put on the same sweatpants and sweater Marcus had handed me, I got hungry and nobody was checking up on me. The house fell silent that if a needle was to drop you can listen to the sound.

My hands were sweating so was my face because of how nervous I felt. I walked downstairs to the empty house, I strode to the kitchen, and on the table laid multiple dishes.

I stared at the other side of the kitchen and there were different bottles of drinks. I strode towards the area and picked a bottle before sitting down on the table, I was about to open the bottle when the door swung open, and Marcus strode towards me.

“What are you doing with my most expensive alcohol?” he asked, grabbing it away from me. Why were there stains of blood on his shirt, the memory of when Noah was soaked with his pool of blood flashed to my brain, and my legs were wobbling.

I could feel myself panicking from fear. I was sweating again and this time the sweater was sticking to my skin, “Are you okay?” he said, striding towards me but I strode away from him promptly.

He looked at me with total confusion. After a few minutes, my wobbling stopped, I stared up to notice the empty house again. Where did he go? “I don't know what is wrong with you but I’m heading to get a shower,” his voice echoed in the empty house.

Why was he covered with blood? Did he kill somebody again? When he was done showering I noticed him trudging down with a new cloth. He sat down opposite me before taking the variety of food onto the plate in front of him.

I couldn't help it as I kept staring at him. “Do you have something to tell me?” he asked, startling me. “No!” I whispered calmly. “Were you scared that I had a bloodstain on my shirt?” he inquired as my spoon left my hand sprung weirdly on the floor.

I was about to pick the spoon when my hand bumped into another. I stared up to notice Marcus, why was he helping me pick a mare fork?

“I can get it myself, ” I said, grabbing the fork from the floor. “Can we have the marriage in two weeks?” he asked, giving rise to my heart.