Dynasty of Betrayal

CHAPTER TWO

Leaning against the soft white classic cushion of the living room, Margaret watcher as her beloved twins play around together each with their little stuff toys in their hands.

She looked at the surveying their appearance and wellbeing, they have grown so well in the past seven years. As beautiful as they are in their pink dresses they stays in place and looking more radiant with the flow of their brown long hair sways as they run around the meticulously, balancing their swift happy feet into the sandals worn by them as they land each step nonchalantly.

"Here, Aria..Luna, is time for lunch" Mummy Margaret called as she stands up to get them to get and lead them to the dining. "This way now, oh! you two are so sweaty, come on eat up so you can get freshened up" she added placing each girl on their dining chairs.

The sound of the car outside the compound got the attention of Mrs. Miler as she stands up to inquire the reason for it's presence, and it turns out that it was Mr. Miller.

Walking down the beautiful aisle of the elegant old money Mansion she wears a puzzled look as she took each steps gently in her wedge like heels slippers.

"welcome honey, but why are you back so early. Is something wrong ". She inquired seriously as she stared at the motionless face of her husband, she looked on dumbfounded as he slamed the car door in frustration and made it for the house in an aggressive and disturbed manner without saying a word to any one.

In a hurry to meet up with him she dashed for the house in no like manner like she came out of it. Walking more quickly than her feet could take, she bumped into Mrs. Olivia who was also coming for her mistress in a perplexed look.

"Oh sorry.. sorry" "Am sorry Margaret". They apologized to each for their mistake.

" What's wrong with Mr. Miller" she as asked stopping Margaret in her tracks as she attempts to move again.

"I don't know, am going to find out". she answered from the side and not making an eye contact with her. "Please look after the children", she concluded "of course is my job" Mrs. Olivia responded, but she was already at the stairs as she was in a haste

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The door slammed shut behind him with a sharp bang, the sound reverberating through the silence of the house. His shoulders sagged beneath the weight of the day, the crease in his brow deeper than ever before. He loosened his tie with a rough tug, the fabric almost tearing under his grip, and tossed it onto the couch without care.

His jaw clenched as he paced the room, fists curling and uncurling at his sides. Betrayal burned in his chest, hot and acidic, like a fire he couldn’t douse. He thought of their smirks, the backhanded comments, the cold, calculated decision they had made behind his back.

“After everything I’ve done…” he muttered, his voice thick with a mix of fury and disbelief. His throat tightened, and for a moment, he stopped pacing, his hand running over his face. The anger gave way to something heavier—grief.

He sank onto the edge of the bed, staring at the floor as though the answers lay hidden in the cracks of the hardwood. His shoulders trembled slightly, though he would never let anyone see it. The world outside carried on, but inside, he was a storm—disappointed, betrayed, and utterly lost.