My Voodoo Queen

Chapter 23

Alanza POV

It was dusk when the guys gathered me in the dining room, because they found some information about my DNA. Richard pulled out a file with a concerned look on his face. Jamir held my left hand while I opened the file, some results didn't shock me. 

My DNA was of a Lara (an aquatic siren that lives in the rivers of the Amazon Basin. They are known for their beauty and singing voice), spell caster, and fae. Tears spilled  from my eyes when I read fae. "I know the fae, he may be my fourth parent. When I grew up collecting father figures, Feno Yeskas was one of them. He was a 1,000-year-old fae who looked 30, he looked like an albino black man. The Seelie Fae was an angelic-looking and very gifted painter. The Fae excel in arts and crafts; they are graceful, agile, and have sharp senses. I used to call him Uncle Feno, and he would call me sweetness. He would visit me from time to time; we would sing and dance together. We would go to daddy-daughter events together, he even babysat me. Uncle Feno once told me that he hated being immortal and wanted to live his final days as human. He wanted to be a dad while being a human, and I was the closest thing he had to a daughter. Uncle Feno told me that he gave up his youth and immortality for it to happen. That was all he would tell me; he died when I was 13 due to illness. He lost all his family due to murder (a murder he witnessed when he was a child). He gave me his immortality and youth. There is someone at the door," I said tearfully. 

Later, At the Door

I disabled the new security system and unlocked the door, what I found was a black warlock with a desperate look on his face. He was bald, tall with espresso skin, and brown eyes; he was slightly overweight, but still in good shape. The warlock's eyes looked dead like he had been through hell. The spirits were telling me that this was Desiree's ex and warned me not to help this man. My guys were eyeing him like he was a predator waiting to strike. 

"Ma'am, my name is Phillip Williams, and I need your help getting revenge on my ex-wife Veronica and win back the love of my life. I let my snotty mother talk me into marrying that evil bitch, only to find out that my mother was paying her to be with me. Once her money ran out, Veronica changed into her true form. Please help me!"begged the stranger tearfully.

 My guys were groaning and cringing behind me. Williams looked like a sad puppy who just got kicked. "I am not helping you get back together with the woman you hurt. She has moved on and so should you. You only used her just to get with Veronica, and now you are having buyer's remorse. Desiree is a good person and a good ally, she is not a second option. Leaving her was the best thing you could have done for her. You were and still are immature, shallow, lazy, trifling, disloyal bastard ever. Veronica will get hers sooner than you think, but she was never the problem, you are. The only reason you married Veronica was because she was lighter-skinned, pretty, skinny, and a party girl. You never loved Veronica, you loved the fact that she was pretty and fun. Newsflash, you both used each other. You can't buy love or loyalty, that is how you attract undesirables. People in this generation think that having money and stability is more important than character. Beauty and money can fade, but someone's character can last a lifetime. Ricard won't help you, he will screw you over worse than Veronica. Now how about you use this energy of yours in being a daddy to those kids of yours and leave!" I scolded him then slammed the door in his face.