Genevieve Kelly Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Genevieve said you needed some time alone. Are you fine?" I nod and he wraps his arms around me in a hug. We separate as Genevieve approaches me with a knife. She has told me before this time, what I'm to do to help General Kane return home safely. So I'm not dazed by the knife she has in her hands. I just gulp down and mentally prepare myself for the pain to come. "Are you ready?" She asks and I nod. Vivian brings the bowl of silver liquid underneath my hand. Everyone watches painfully as Genevieve uses her knife to make a small cut on the skin of my palm.

Since I ruined mine with that god-awful sauce, we switched plates. “Mmm,” I moan. “It’s good right?” she beams. “Like an orgasm.” I almost choke on my rice. She practically guffaws at my reaction to her bluntness. I love this girl already. She kind of reminds me of Cas. “So, tell me about yourself. Who is Genevieve…?” “Williams,” I finish. Who is Genevieve Williams? There are plenty of answers I could give her: she’s a rower for her school’s crew team, she brightens the eyes of adults with her work ethic and respect, she has dependable friends, she has a boyfriend, whom she loves, she—

The accuracy with which it was captured in the tabloids, the resistance it took to sweep it under the carpet. Above all, the timing. This wasn’t some private gossip that some paparazzi just stumbled into. This was powered by a source that knew way too much for its own good. It was powered by Genevieve. My heart burned with rage. Because only she knew the details. She had been there. I’d started seeing her a few months before I requested the divorce. During those times, I told Genevieve things she shouldn’t have known. One hand went for my hair and pulled hard. What the hell was wrong with me? Was I really that stupid?

The woman's vibrant voice made me take a deep breath before entering the open car. "Let us make an appropriate introduction before you sign the papers." She asked, reaching into a file and pulling out a piece of paper to show me. I scoffed inwardly. I never imagined I would be signing some damn contract. Because of what? "I am Genevieve Kensington." She announced, and I squinted my eyes. That name seemed familiar to me, but I could not recall where I heard it. The best name to suit her features. She had the perfect name for her status.

Now, the both of them were nowhere to be found and Nathaniel was unreachable. So what did this mean? Mango didn't want to overthink, but she couldn't help herself.? She hadn't interacted with Genevieve much previously, but Nathaniel had personally invited her to perform a checkup on Mango at her home.? Who was Genevieve? She was the director of the military hospital in the city! Why would a person of such high rank decide to do a regular checkup on her? Most importantly, Genevieve was Noah's wife! Plus, Noah was Nathaniel's friend! So, what the hell was Nathaniel hiding from her?

“Can I get you something to drink?” I needed something to calm my nerves. Something stronger than a cocktail. “A whiskey would be great, thanks,” I replied. She moved backward in her seat, turned, then propelled the chair to the liquor cabinet. It was only then I realized she was sitting in a wheelchair, and her right leg was missing below the knee. “I’m Geneviève,” she introduced herself. “The better half of the gene pool,” she joked, resting her only foot on the metal footplate of her wheelchair. Her classy stiletto looked as new as the day it was made.

They weren’t just targeting me; they wanted to make sure that my old friends and associates saw me fail again. “And who exactly is running the committee now?” I asked, my voice dangerously low. As if summoned by my rage, a voice chirped from behind me, saccharine sweet and perfectly composed. “Why, that would be me, Evelyn. Welcome.” I turned. There stood Genevieve. She was wearing a beautifully tailored, pale blue dress—one of the Blackwood colors. She looked every inch like a sophisticated, demure corporate fiancée but I saw right through her gimmick. She was my sister after all.