Venessa’s POV
I was still reeling from how my father had revealed the truth and even more from how everyone had taken it. The weight of it lingered in the air long after the words were spoken. My thoughts drifted, unbidden, to Rochelle. Treason carried only one sentence: death.
Would my father choose exile, as they had done with my mother? Or would he follow the law to the letter this time? The uncertainty gnawed at me. I wanted to savor the moment wanted to feel triumphant but I couldn’t. Still, there was a quiet sense of gratitude in my chest. At the very least, my mother would finally receive the justice she had been denied in this life.
My father asked Denzel and me to accompany him to his lounge. He didn’t want me out of his sight, and I understood why. Truthfully, I would have don
