Mrs Deveruax

Mrs Deveruax


Georgina opened her mouth to speak, her mind scrambling to find the right words to defuse the situation and regain control of the narrative. But before she could utter a single syllable, Jamal's voice cut through the air with the sharpness of a blade.

"She dares to slap my wife right inside my office. That's a big insult, so before I lose my calmness, return the slap, Queenie," he said, his voice carrying a dangerous edge that made the temperature in the room seem to drop several degrees.

There was something terrifying about his controlled anger - the way he spoke so calmly while his eyes burned with fury. It was the kind of quiet rage that was far more intimidating than any shouting or dramatic display of emotion.

Without waiting any time, without hesitation or doubt, Queenie slapped Georgina hard against her cheek. The sound echoed through the office like a gunshot, sharp and final. The force of it was shocking, carrying with it years of suppressed anger, humiliation, and pain that had been building up inside her.

Georgina's head snapped to the side from the impact, her perfectly styled hair falling across her face as she struggled to process what had just happened. Her cheek immediately began to turn red, the handprint clear and unmistakable against her pale skin.

She looked at Queenie with wide, disbelieving eyes, as if she was seeing a completely different person standing before her. This wasn't the meek, submissive girl she had controlled for so many years. This was someone who had found her voice, her strength, and her sense of self-worth.

Queenie stared back at her with an expression of calm satisfaction, as if she hadn't just delivered a slap that would leave Georgina's face burning for hours. There was something almost regal in the way she held herself, like she had finally stepped into her rightful place in the world.

Jamal moved closer to Queenie, his hand reaching out to take hers in a gesture that was both protective and possessive. He pulled her closer to himself, creating a united front that made their partnership unmistakably clear.

The simple action spoke volumes about the shift in power dynamics. Queenie was no longer alone and vulnerable. She had someone who would stand beside her, someone who wouldn't allow her to be treated like she was worthless.

"I didn't mean to offend you, Mr. Devereaux. It's just she was being disrespectful," Georgina said, her voice shaky and desperate as she tried to salvage the situation.

There was something pathetic about the way she spoke now, so different from the commanding tone she had used just moments before. The confident, intimidating woman had been replaced by someone who was clearly scared and trying to backtrack.

"I don't care if she was being disrespectful. She's my wife, which gives her the right to do as she pleases. Also, you don't have any damn rights to lay your filthy hands on her," Jamal said, his voice getting colder with each word.

The way he emphasized 'my wife' made it clear that this wasn't just about protecting Queenie - it was about defending what belonged to him, about making sure everyone understood that attacking her was the same as attacking him directly.

"You may have done it before, Mrs. Vale, but you have no right again because she's now married to me. The next time you try this, I won't go easy on you," Jamal continued, and there was a promise of retribution in his voice that made Georgina visibly shrink back.

The threat was delivered with such casual certainty that it was more terrifying than any dramatic declaration. This was a man who had the power to destroy lives with a phone call, and everyone in the room knew it.

Georgina nodded softly, her earlier bravado completely gone. As much as the Vale family considered themselves wealthy and influential, Jamal Devereaux was simply someone she couldn't afford to mess with. He operated on a completely different level, in circles where her family name meant nothing.

The realization of just how badly she had miscalculated was written all over her face. She had come here expecting to intimidate and manipulate Queenie, but instead she had walked into a trap of her own making.

"Also, about the business deal, I've lost interest in it and won't like to invest in the business again," Jamal said, delivering what felt like a death blow to Georgina's carefully laid plans.

The words hit her like a physical punch. This deal had been months in the making, representing not just financial gain but also the social status and connections that came with being associated with the Devereaux empire.

"But President Devereaux, you agreed to—" Georgina began desperately, her voice rising in panic as she realized the full scope of what she was losing.

"I changed my mind," Jamal replied curtly, cutting her short with the kind of dismissiveness usually reserved for insignificant annoyances.

The simple statement carried the weight of absolute authority. In his world, his word was law, and contracts could be made or broken based on his whims and preferences.

"You can take your leave," he said, the words a clear dismissal that left no room for argument or negotiation.

Georgina nodded, but not before she glared at Queenie softly, her eyes burning with a hatred so intense that it seemed to fill the entire room. If looks could kill, Queenie would have died ten times over from the venom in that stare.

The glare contained years of resentment, jealousy, and frustrated ambition. Just before her eyes, she had lost a deal she had been looking forward to for months, lost the chance to elevate her family's status, and lost any remaining power she had over the woman she had controlled for so long.

"You may take your leave. I don't want the security to escort you out," Jamal said, offering her the small mercy of avoiding the ultimate humiliation of being physically removed from the premises.

Even in his anger, there was a calculated restraint that spoke to his experience in handling delicate social situations. He was giving her a chance to leave with whatever dignity she had left.

Georgina nodded softly, the movement mechanical and defeated. She turned and walked toward the door, her steps lacking the confident stride she had entered with. Every line of her body spoke of someone who had been thoroughly beaten and humiliated.

As the door closed behind Georgina with a soft click, Queenie felt a smile spread across her face. The satisfaction was unlike anything she had experienced in years - the sweet taste of justice, of seeing someone who had made her life miserable finally get what they deserved.

She turned to look at Jamal, her eyes bright with gratitude and something that might have been admiration. For the first time since this whole arrangement had begun, she felt like she truly understood what it meant to have someone powerful on her side.

"Thank you," she muttered, the words carrying more weight than such a simple phrase usually held.

"No need to thank me. I'm doing according to what we agreed on, and again, you should learn to act like my wife," Jamal replied, his voice returning to its usual calm tone now that the immediate threat had been dealt with.

But there was something more in his voice now, something that sounded almost like approval of how she had handled herself during the confrontation.

"Don't just stand there when someone slaps you. Return it in two folds immediately. That way, everyone will know that no one messes with Mrs. Devereaux," he continued, and there was something almost like pride in the way he said her new title.

The lesson was clear - she wasn't just his wife in name, she was his partner in this world of power and influence. And in this world, showing weakness was the same as painting a target on your back.