All Chapters of MORGANA; The Rise And Fall : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

"You left me at a time when I was only holding on to you, Nathe. You were all I was holding on to but you left me hanging. I will never forgive you for that" Le Faye kept muttering to herself as she stepped into the doors of the mansion as the driver stopped the car at the garage.Walking into the house that was painted in an all white colour, she couldn't hold her mind from drifting to the day she was at the airport.She had followed Nathe quietly in his car till when they had arrived at the airport. She had wished he wasn't going to do anything rash."Nathe withdrew the case he filed against the governor. I heard that he was paid millions to do that" she had heard from one of his lawyer friends at the orphanage.She had prayed for it not to be true. She had quietly followed him hoping it wouldn't be true but as they stood at the entrance of the airport with him handing over some documents to her as well as university application files, she couldn't help but believe all she had heard

Lucas walked briskly, his eyes scanning the headers of each room he passed, searching for Faye to return her bracelet.He found it odd that he followed her in even though he could wait where he had been for her to return so he could hand her the jewelry he had picked up, or yet still hand it over to the management of the school she worked at.But a thought in him advised him otherwise and he couldn't reject the counsel.Walking further, he saw a door opened halfway from the arrays of doors that spawned through out the hallway.His heart clicked and he guessed it might be the one she had entered, forgetting to close up properly perhaps due to the fact that she just have felt scared being in only her.He walked up to the door and couldn't help but stare.Her back was in full view.She had removed the ballet gown she wore and had her bare back glaring at him, with only the host she wore on, and the sight of the black strapless bra she had on from the corner of her sides.He'd hourglass f

"How useless can you get Genevieve!!!!??" She heard and turned her head, shaking off the thoughts that had begun to consume her." We were in public for crying out loud!! Could you not control your husband and make him not get drunk?! What would the media say? What would be carried on the front pages of the newspapers tomorrow? You're so useless!!!!" Montenegro shot at her." Father I'm sorry. I was not aware that he was drinking, neither did I know that he'd get drunk that way and embarrass me and the family. I'm sorry father. I'd try my best to keep this from getting out"" You'd keep what? How do you intend to do that? The other parents who shot videos with their phones. What would you do to them? Meet them and threaten them to delete the videos? For crying out loud Genevieve, do better!!!! Did you not see the lady that danced at the stage? Did you not see how she captivated the crowd? Till now men are still talking about her and you? Nothing!! Useless!! Shameless!!!" He thundered

The earring he held in his fingers could not leave his thoughts.They seemed body familiar. He had seen his wife Genevieve with one once. It was a wedding gift she had received from one of her friends. A limited edition. He had also seen Faye with the earrings too. So his thoughts were juggled. Which one of them owned the one pair of earring in his fingers, how was he going to find out who owned it. The owner must have something to do with the death of his mother.He drove to the club house. He had heard from his private investigator that she usually went there to play golf and games sometimes, so he went in, hoping to confront her.It took him a while before he was able to find her, she had been at the VIP section. She could afford it but she seemed not to be alone. She had a company, his brother in-law who could not resist gloating and talking about himself to the woman.She seemed cunning and he did not seem to see beneath through her facade. He wanted to avoid her, the way he had

The sun was beginning to rise over the city of Montenegro, casting rays upon the business buildings that were all over the city. But today, the city wore a different cloak—a cloak of democracy, woven with threads of hope from candidates who had done their best and still planning their best, anticipation from the people who would begin to troop out en masse to the pooling boots to cast their votes to the candidate whom their heart wills. A gloomy look spread across Lucas 'face. His mind somber and preoccupied with the funeral arrangements for his mother. He had made a decision and had fixed the funeral date of his mother on the day of the election.Genevieve had told him nothing, they didn't talk to each other anymore and only communicated in public with gestures like when she grabbed his arms in public for the press to take Photos, painting them as a happy family, for the sake of appearances. His daughter was always with the nanny and might have been feeling the neglect from him