Claude limped in front of the Montenegro gated and knocked ceaselessly for anyone to answer him.He had come there from the hospital after regaining consciousness.He had to find out where his daughters body was, it was the least he could do.Everything had gone wrong. His inability to bear a child anymore and the death of his daughter, his daughter his car had killed, the car which he had been the driver of.The guilt still gnashed his intestines but he continued knocking, he needed to get her so he could get to see his daughter's remains.He noticed a car come by the front of the gate and thought it was a member of the Montenegro Family but on a second look, he found it out to be his sister.He wanted to run away knowing that she and come to take him back to the hospital, but his legs wouldn't let him and he found himself limping."You can't keep doing that, Claude. I told you to forget about that evil woman" she said to him" I can't yet you know it's only through her I can be able
It was evening and the sky served as a fitting backdrop to the somber mood. Lucas arrived at the pyre watching Maya’s small and lifeless body cradled gently on the woods. Despite the gravity of the moment, there was a serene peace that enveloped the scene.Lucas had taken Maya's body from the morgue when it became evident that no one else would. The authorities had reached out to him as the body has remained unclaimed. And he feeling a deep sense of responsibility and sorrow, decided to give her the respectful farewell she deserved, even though he were not her biological father. He had called Claude, inviting him to the pyre. Claude arrived shortly after with his sister, his face drawn with sorrow and the heavy weight of guilt. He approached the site with hesitant steps and as he saw the body on the pyre, tears welled up in his eyes.“Thank you for inviting me,” Claude said, his voice choked with emotion as he approached Lucas. He looked at the tiny, lifeless form of his daughter
As Claude was escorted away from the funeral home by his sister, clutching the jar containing the remains of his daughter Maya, hw couldn't control his mind swirled from the tumultuous mix of grief, guilt, and regret he felt. His heart ached with the weight of what had transpired, the loss of his daughter he has finally found the courage to lay claims to, and the shattered pieces of his once- care free life. Genevieve stood alone, her gaze fixed on the fading flames of the pyre where Maya's body had been laid to rest. She felt void and could not help the vagueless thoughts that roamed freely in her mind. Lucas had left after handing her the divorce papers. Like how he had put it, there was nothing for them again, nothing to gain and nothing to lose.His lawyer had looked for her severally to hand the papers to her himself but she had not been found, so he has brought it to the funeral home hoping to give it to her himself when she arrived. He had moved on it seemed.He had accepte
Lucas drove himself to the Villa.He couldn't deny it but he missed her and prayed she would be at the villa when he arrived. He owed her a apology as well, his conscience had been against him since the day he had hit her which made her run away from him.It happened that Le Faye was also at the villa to retrieve a few personal items, a final step she was taking to sever the remaining ties she had with Lucas. Upon entering, she placed her phone on the table and left to the dressing room to pack her outfits that were in it.As she walked into the dressing room, she did not notice Lucas stepping out of the kitchen and he did not notice her presence too. Walking out, he had heard his phone buzzing and he had picked it to answer the caller on the end of the phone but was interrupted by a sound—a faint buzzing followed by the unmistakable click of a recording device starting up. He turned to see Le Faye's phone on the table, its screen lit up with the recording app active.Curiosity piqu
Genevieve sat in the plush living room of her father’s mansion, a place she had grown up in but rarely visited since the scandal that had turned her life upside down. The decorations and antique furniture seemed almost oppressive now as if reminding her of the wealth they had possessed without question. Her father sat beside her, his eyes fixed on the large television screen mounted on the wall.He didn't bother to ask her how she had gotten out of the basement. A bigger issue was at hand.He hadn't attended Theodore's second hearing not wanting the press to follow him the way they had done the other time. Her father's hands had twitched when he had seen Faye enter the court as the witness. Genevieve moved in shock too but none of them had exchanged any communication with the other about it.As they watched, the screen shifted to a breaking news segment. The headline flashed ominously: "New Evidence Surfaces in Montenegro Scandal." Genevieve felt her stomach drop. They had underesti
Genevieve listened on as her father made a call to Dante.He was the last escape route they had and she was sure he would find a way to sneak them out of the house and the country without the police finding out.He was skilled in doing such, that is why her father had taken him in as his cartel business partner."He said we should get ready. Just pack a few things. We'd leave by midnight" her father muttered to her before dropping his phone on the table.She wanted to say something to him but she was interrupted by the gunshots they heard from the gate."They're here" she announced to her father and began running away.Her father stood up and took to his heels, following her as well.The both of them had been declared wanted. Not just for one crime nor for their embezzlement and stashed slash funds, the new accusation that came up and had Theodore's voice as the testimony was a big factor too and they couldn't save themselves from it. The evidences we're glaringly clear.She ran to th
The Banner that bore the People's Progressive Party title on top of the party house had been removed. A new banner for a start up company was being used to replace it.In a short while everything about the PPP had been erased, even their party office sold out.Lucas watched as the Carpenters hammered the new name on, while some repainted the walls giving it a whole new vibe."Governor, you don't need to worry. I'm sure nothing would be found on you. You'd still remain the governor of Montenegro after the probe" his assistant tried to console him.His former assistant rather.He had switched places. He had resigned not wanting to work for the government again. But he had come to him to exchange pleasantries after he saw him in front of the Party house.Lucas knew that he was just trying to condole with him.He was sure he wouldn't be found innocent. He carried out alot of bad deeds on of his father in-law's orders.It had already been more than a week his probe started and no feedback
The flickering light of the single lit candle cast long, wavering shadows on the walls of their small home. Now that he was thinking about it, he couldn't help but wonder why they had lived in such a shabby humble place while the new family of his father's he met lived in a mansion. Their house seemed old, so it meant that his father had always been rich since tie immemorial but left them to live in a humble home and environment.His mom had sat by the wooden table, the one he was currently staring at, and her fingers had nervously traced the grain of the wood. Her heart was heavy, burdened by the silence and the secrets that had settled between her and her husband. He recalled his father, Dante entering the house, his tall frame blocking the light momentarily. He had the air of a man who was always in a hurry, always preoccupied with something just beyond reach. His mom took a deep breath, mustering the courage to confront him. "Dante" she began softly, "this is getting too much,