"we didn't think you'd come," Opal sounded as she stepped out of the car escorted by tow men. "I didn't think you'd show up either, we both know I tried to kill you already, if this isn't guts, I don't know what this is," Mark says as the two comes to a halt just a few minutes away from each other. "Thank you for coming," she said with a smug "did you enjoy my present," she asked him. Mark's anger boiled but he tried to hold it inside. "How dare you lay a finger on my fiance, I thought you two were partners," he Said. "Partners, don't make me laugh, I work for people much bigger than you think, and I'm not done yet, I plan to make your life a living hell, just you see, I'll make sure I expose all the secretes in your cupboard after what you did to me Mark," she said. Mark brows furrowed as he drew closer and whispered into her ear. "What secret?" Just as he asked this, he sees a red light slight miss above his shoulder and turns around rapidly. "It's an ambush," he tells loud

Mark's laughter echoes through the room, the sound reverberating off the walls like a contagious melody. His infectious mirth seemed to fill the very air around him as if the universe itself had joined in on the joke. "I'm telling you," he exclaimed, wiping away a tear from the corner of his eye, "the universe is on my side!"He rubs his eyes to wipe away more tears of amusement before taking a deep breathAnd plastering on a smirk.'I have so many things in store for us, Leia'.He thinks before exiting the building.Time flows like a river, carrying moments with it,Mark uses those moments to compose himself. It wasn't long before the Man found himself standing outside Leia's private ward. In his hands, he holds a delicate bouquet, vibrant and full of life, the colours giving the white-washed walls a tinge of life. He tugs up the bag he came with, the food containers clinking against each other. The aroma of the flowers mingled with the tantalizing scent of food, a feast he had bro

Mark carefully manoeuvred the wheelchair through the front door of his house, minding the polished tiles as he slowly pushed her forward. The man keeps his eyes on his charge as he moves, his lips quivering at Leia's antics.Leia keeps turning her head left and right, a look of awe on her face as she tries to take in the now unfamiliar house.Mark feels a burst of warmth in his chest.Leia's face and legs are adorned with plaster from her recent accident. He looks up when he hears the pitter-patter of shoes on the floor and comes face to face with the head maid. The woman looks at them with a poorly hidden surprise."Sir, Miss. Welcome home." She says quickly with a small bow. Mark gives her a nod."Thank you. It's great to be home!." Leia says boisterously, her eyes not leaving the foyer. The other woman lifts a brow at the smiling woman, likely shocked at Leia's new attitude, before looking back at her master."Sir? If I may speak freely?." She murmurs. Mark, feeling in a generous

The doctor looks petrified as he stares at Mark. Questions run through his mind as he wonders what Mark has inside that head of his but he unfortunately cannot compare to half of Mark's plans. "What do you mean by that sir?" He asks with curiosity all over his face but Mark just laughs it off, giving him a gentle Pat on the back as he draws near towards his face. "I'm saying, I don't need Leia to be cured, I'd like to keep things this way," Mark explains in a low voice much to the man's fear. "I don't understand what you mean sir?" He says irritating Mark once again. Mark grabs hold of his shoulder as he draws near to whisper a bit closer to his hearing. "I'm saying, is it possible to make Leia remain this way, I don't want her memories to return," he spells out and then stares at the doctor, who stares back with cold sweat strolling down his face. He springs up from his seat and moves back. The man's eyes staring at him like he's looking right at a maniac and he's not too far

"Finally!." Mark huffs out, relief spreading through him at the sight of his objective.The master bedroom was ahead, and his heart quickens as he approaches the closed door. Inside lay Leia, a puzzle piece that could either solidify his power or threaten it. Mark walks briskly through the hallway, his footsteps barely making a sound on the polished wooden floor. The evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the place. He stands before the closed door of the Master bedroom, hesitating for a moment. "Focus Mark." The man mutters to himself before placing his hand on the handle and slowly inching it open.Inside, Leia lay peacefully, her chest rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern. Mark's eyes unwittingly soften as he gazes at her. Leia lays on the bed, her dark hair fanned out on the pillows. She looks so innocent, so vulnerable in her slumber. 'You look incapable of even killing a fly' he muses as he stares at her. He can't help but remember the man