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,
The house had a shabby look and still had the white table clothes that had been used to cover the properties.Everywhere was dusty as well.Nathaniel watched a dog come in. It might have come in from the neighbors houses as he left the gate open.He let it be. Atleast it was going to keep him company. He walked over to a carton and began to unbox it. It had some of their family portraits. They were mostly of him and his mother and only few had his father in it with them.It tucked at his heart. He couldn't blame only his mother for running away and abandoning him when he was little. He had witnessed how she was always abused by her husband, perhaps she had left them hoping that it would be the right decision to make.He couldn't take it out on her. She took the decision for her life and he would advice any woman in her shoes to take such decisions too, if they had been in his mother's sort of marriage.A marriage that had the husband always abusing and neglecting his wife. With his
Montenegro's face twisted with anger as he grabbed his daughter by the arm, dragging her roughly toward the basement. She stumbled, trying to keep up, tears streaming down her face."Please let me go father, I promise to become better from now on" she pleaded. "How many times do I have to tell you to behave in front of the press Genevieve? You're supposed to act properly so you'd be loved by all. So you'd steal attention. So you'd be the talk of the internet for weeks to come!!!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the house."Dad, please, I'm sorry!" she cried, her voice breaking with fear. "I promise I'll do better, please don't lock me up again!"Her mother rushed forward with panic in her eyes. "Honey, please, let her go!" she begged. "She's just a child! You locked her up for days already, please have mercy! You can't keep locking her up each time she all's short of your expectations. She's human"He turned on his wife, furiously "Stay out of this!" he bellowed, raising his h
Morgana was discussing with some parents when she noticed Genevieve walking towards her. It was a rare sight considering the face that she had been declared wanted by the police. Standing up to meet her, Morgana couldn't help but taunt her. It was her downfall she had come for. The downfall of the driver that had hit her mother."Mrs Genevieve, or is it Miss? I do not know what title to refer you by, the news about the divorce is spattered all over the internet"Genevieve slapt her immediately the words came from her mouth. The women sitting down behind them gasped. Torn on what to do at Genevieve's presence, considering that she had been a member of their club yet now wanted for heinous crimes.Morgana held her cheeks, holding back her anger." Ma'am, violence isn't allowed in the school. Have you forgotten? Ohh, I almost forgot. You're not a parent again and it's understandable that you might not recall some of the school rules"Angered by he utterance, again Genevieve landed a sl
"Miss Genevieve, I will do you the favor of walking you out of the classroom ma'am. Consider it my last form of respect to you who was once the head of the school's Parent's Teachers Association" Morgana said and motioned Genevieve to the door but she didn't seem to budge, still drowned in thoughts of what she had said to her earlier." Ma'am, I'll plead with you to stay outside now. I wouldn't want my guests to be frightened when the police come for you" Morgana sought to add and it seemed as if her last sentence struck a chord with Genevieve as she began to walk away, while she, followed her, leading her to the door." Say, why don't you follow me to the crime scene Morgana? Wouldn't you want to pay your last respects to your parents as well? I heard you never found their body. That's so much you could do yet brag so loudly and vainly" Genevieve said to her as they reached outside, finally finding her voice in the privacy engulfing the both of them at the passage way.Morgana batted