~The Fanny’s Daughter Against My World~

“If I would ever survive this marriage, please some should let me know,” I said in my head while I face a panel of police officers sent by the billionaire, Fanny Luis to query me over carelessness of taking care of his son.

This was a case of murder but perpetrated by a mentally deranged man; I saw no case there, perhaps no case with Brian but me.

Their hostile faces scanned my teary face and I was dumbfounded to utter a reply to their question. My thought still beamed on the scene at the mansion before the party of policemen bundled me to the station for questioning.

Before I left for the station, my husband was bound hands and feet, left in the scorching sun of summer and whipped like a stubborn cattle. The last sight of him was blood gushing through his nostrils and blisters all over his naked body. I could recall how I screamed at the tops of my voice, yelling madly at the security from the car of the police, who were driving me to the station at the time.

That was happening to Br