MORGANA; The Rise And Fall

The night was alive with laughter.

Claude stroked Genevieve's hair as they kissed.Their tongues explored each other.

She abruptly broke the kiss and led him to a cushion that was besides the wall of the VIP room of the club they were in.

She noticed that her friend Andrea was making out with Sebastine, together with Anna as well. Were they lesbians without her knowing? She had thought to herself.

Claude followed her to the cushion like an animal being led to a slaughterhouse.

It was the night after the celebration of her 20th birthday and her father's win as the new Governor of Montenegro, he wouldn't want to get on her high tempers by making her angry.

Watching her backside bounce was a big turn on for him. He loved her shapely body, her figures and her pretty face, inshort he loved her. But that could not be said about her for him.

He was just her sex dog. Only called when she needed to be rammed, sucked and fucked high.

He was not in her league nor in her class. She always reminded him of that.

He was a struggling student who made an income through the proceeds of whatever he made after sending her high.

He brought his hands down sharply to her right cheeks, she quickly turned around and glared at him.

Genevieve did not admonish him for his act but instead, she turned her other cheek which he smacked also.

Turning, she starts kissing him. He grabbed her by the hips and kissed her as well.

She unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her legs.

Her panties were the only thing left covering her backside. He smacked her bare bottom, covering both cheeks with his bare hands.

His hands slowly explored her body from her nipples, down to her stomach until he got to her legs.

He sprayed them apart slightly and trailed his fingertips up the inside of her thighs, feeling the bumps form as his hands got closer to her opening.

He slid a finger in, and another, and then the third and he was pushing them in and out of her.

He positioned himself to bring his lips closer to her clit and that was when her phone rang.

He left her be to answer the call after discovering that it was from her brother.

She dressed back up quickly with Claude watching her cover up what he had decided on how to feast on before.

She had bade them farewell after she answered the call.

She took her last sip of the glass of Vodka that was on the table before leaving.

She had been informed that her father was returning. He had just won the Governorship of Montenegro State and the occasion fell on her 20th birthday.

He had let her celebrate it with her friends , while he celebrated his win with his political aides and campaign team. They were to return home before 9pm for the family dinner.

This was already 45minutes past 8.

She had to be home at aby cost is less than 15 minutes time, even though her home was a 30minutes drive to the Club.

Claude had insisted to call her a cab since she seemed drunk from all she had but she had told it off by telling him not to worry about her, she already had been gifted a personal car in the morning by her father as a surprise birthday present. He was in no position to worry about her anyway. He was just her call boy.

Her drive in her exotic sports car had started with an overconfidence.

She was just twenty. Only few heiress's had their own cars in Montenegro. They were driven around by their father's driver's in one of their fathers cars,but she had already gotten her own personal car.

She would be the envy of the town once she goes to her university in but the next Monday, she thought.

The city lights streaked pass her as she navigated the familiar roads, with loud music blaring from the speakers in the car.

However, the effects of the alcohol she had earlier began to catch up with her. Her vision began to blur at the edges, and her reflexes slowed.

She began to struggle to focus on the road ahead, her mind foggy and disoriented.

As she neared her father's mansion, her childhood home, a sense of familiarity comforted her but her intoxicated made everything distorted, the mansion loomed ahead,it's grandeur lost on her in that moment.

As she turned onto the long driveway leading to their home, he visions had become more blurry and her movements erratic. Her foot pressed down on the accelerator, propelling the sports car forward with reckless abandon.

The collision was sudden and violent.

Genevieve's car had screed off course, crashing into a maid that was changing the waters of the fortress.

As the impact registered, Genevieve,inside the car was jolted from her Intoxicated state by the sound of the crash.

Adrenaline surged through her veins as she realized what had happened.

Panic set in.

She stumbled out of the damaged car,her legs unsteady beneath her. The air was thick with the scent of gasoline and the metallic tang of blood.

The maid lay on the ground, motionless. That was when the reality hit her. She had committed murder.

As she stood watching the body on the floor, the noise and impact of the accident had made her brother run out of the house. Turning off all the light of the mansion after he saw what had happened from a window in his room.

Their father's car was seen entering the house. He paused and stepped down to observe what had happened and what made the lights go off.

With the help of the torchlight, his driver had led him to where Genevieve's car was seen with the headlights shining brightly.

On seeing what had happened, he shot Genevieve an angry stare.

He had just won the elections, and now she killed someone?

She had one job of protecting their family from the media and public scrutiny but here she was dolling it all up. He thought loudly to himself. He did not say it directly to her but his eyes could tell, he risked the other maids of the house getting to know about what had happened.

Turning to Lukman, his driver, he has instructed him to dispose of the body properly. So that no one would be able to find it, and in such a way that there would be no traces of evidence that she had been killed in an accident would be found.

He replied immediately with a positive response.

Apart from being the Governor's driver, he was also his errand dog.

He handled all his dark desires at night, be it a political opponent he wanted out of the way of his ambition, or a prime minister supporting his adversaries. Lukman was always the one sent to call his gang to beat them up or kidnap them or "take them out of the way". This night wouldn't be any different for him he thought.

Dragging his daughter by the arm, Governor Marcus had taken her into the mansion with Theodore, her brother following them closely behind.

Looking at her and how her body was shaking, he haboured the thoughts of calling a therapist for her but then, he decided against it.

The media would go crazy if they heard that his daughter was visiting a therapist.

Everyone wanted to know the new Governor's dark side, even those that supported him and those that did not and now that he had gained victory in the elections, he had vowed not to let anything happen to him nor his position.

He would defend his position at all cost.

His daughter would have to get over her thoughts on her own he thought.

Morgana stood at the back of the 4matic car staring in horror as blood seeped freely from her mother's body.

Harrison stood at the edge staring at her.

They had witnessed everything.