Angel Of Venom

Venom XXXVIII

Chapter 38: Fragments of the Past

Walang nais gumalaw habang pinapanood ang reaksyon ng First Imperial Consort. Nakayuko ito sa kaniyang office desk habang binabasa ang mga report sa lamesa. Nakapatong ang dalawa niyang kamay sa magkabilang gilid upang suportahan ang kaniyang bigat.

"What the hell is happening with everything?" nanginginig ang kaniyang boses sa galit.

Napapikit ang babaeng assistant niya na tahimik lamang nakatayo sa kaniyang gilid.

"You're telling me that everyone whom I had planted in the Empress' palace has been banished by the First Prince in accordance to that wench's approval... And that Maurielle Lovell and her daughter with the Duke of Claymour was ordered to return to the House Lovell. Care to explain this bullshit, Marquis Lovell?"

Matulis na mga tingin ang ipinukol ng Consort kay Marquis Lovell. The Marquis sighed heavily.

"My granddaughter explained everything. Lavinia Claymour set her up. Hindi totoo na tinulak siya ng apo ko. Hinulog ng babaeng iyon ang sarili niya sa hagdan upang palabasin na tinulak siya ni Narine. The accusations about my granddaughter were false, Lady Ophelia."

"Then, why haven't you done anything with the rumors? Also, the wedding between the Duke of Claymour and your daughter, Maurielle, kailan mangyayari iyon? We need the support of the House Claymour to bury that wench's son completely! And yet, wala pa ring natatanggap na marriage proposal ang anak mo!" nanggagalaiting sigaw ni Ophelia.

"About the rumors, there seems to be someone pulling the strings from behind, my lady. Hindi namin matakpan ang rumor. Second, the proposal of the Duke... I have nothing to say about it," napayuko nang marahan ang Marquis habang kuyom ang kamao.

That bastard is stubborn as hell. We used any means to pressure him, but he just wouldn't give up. Hindi rin namin magamit si Lavinia Claymour dahil wala siyang interes sa batang iyon. Both the young masters are formidable opponents as well at wala na akong apo o anak na babaeng ka-edaran nila upang mag-set up ng arrange marriage.

"Nothing? Nothing! What bullshit!" pagwawala ng Consort sabay tapon ng mga papeles sa kaniyang harapan.

Napatayo siya at sinapo ang noo samantalang ang isang kamay naman ay naka-kapit sa kaniyang baywang. Naglakad-lakad siya upang pilit na pakalmahin ang sarili.

"My lady, if you may, I have a plan in mind."

Natigil sa paggalaw si Ophelia at nilingon ang isa pang matandang noble na sumagot. Sandaling kumunot ang kaniyang noo bago tuluyang harapin muli ang mga kasama sa kaniyang opisina.

"Spit it out, Viscount of Ambrose."

A viscious smile creeped on the lips of the said viscount.

"The legitimate daughter of the Claymours, Lavinia Claymour, once had a close relationship with my son, Yohan. In fact, my son is still interested with the young lady. If you may, we can create a connection with the Claymours through a political marriage between my family and with them."

Agad na nagpantig ang tainga ni Marquis Lovell.

"Viscount Ambrose, your son was once my granddaughter's fiancee. Kung political marriage lamang ang usapan sa mga Claymour bakit hindi mo na lamang ipagkasundo ulit sina Narine at Young Master Yohan? Ni hindi ko alam kung ano ang dahilan bakit pumayag kang i-annul ang engagement nila noon!" the Marquis argued.