Chapter 85 NEVER CAUGHT
\[CASTELLAN'S HOUSE, GEORGIA'S ROOM\]
Georgia's eyes were dark, to the point where the lights had to feel it. She stared at a distance. Nothing to look at, just space.
In that same way, her brain worked really fast. The wedding event, and Drexton coming to save Ixora.
A notification chimed into her phone again. She has been getting the same notifications after an anonymous person ruined her. An anonymous person whom she suspects to be Drexton.
Not only was the wedding sabotaged, but her entire life... all the things she had worked for, and the ones yet to come, are gone. Her dream of becoming the first lady-gone.
In the blink of an eye, her life fell down the drain.
The reflection of her phone shone on her face as she read the top trending news again. The one that destroyed her completely.
"Reporting from the House of Representatives, an anonymous source released a text. In the texts, it says, Georgia Castellan stepped down from her position because she murdered somebody. Citizens think it's a lie, but it has officially been confirmed. The police went to her office and, after a series of investigations, a skeleton was found buried behind her walls. An autopsy was conducted on the body, and they confirmed it to be a human skeleton. More tests and investigations are still ongoing, but Georgia Castellan has been banned from leaving the country without informing the police. By morning, she'll be put behind bars."
She pushed the phone into her palms, tightening her grip around it.
No one knew about the incident. It happened years ago, and at that time, she was helpless. The woman found out what she shouldn't have known. A part of her life that not even her daughter knows. She had to kill her if she wanted to keep the secret safe.
Mr. Miller is the only person who knows about it. Her relationship with Mr. Miller was such that he couldn't betray her. He can't even show his face to the world after the saga Drexton and her foolish daughter pulled off.
Mr. Miller can't even help her in this state. She's sure he'll flee the country with his son tomorrow. What happens at the wedding will cause a lot of loss for them.
Her deepest secret in her political life was posted by an anonymous source. The person dug into her private life well enough to discover her secret.
Drexton is no ordinary man. At first, he wanted to destroy her daughter, and now, he is displaying public affection towards her. He doesn't appear as who he claims. Whenever she looks at him, all she sees is hatred and darkness. His name is no different from the Drexton Blackthorn they knew.
"No!" She took a sharp breath, calming her nerves. "He can't be Drexton. Smith told her he died in a bus accident."
Then why is he after their lives? First Ixora, and now me.
He was able to make their guards switch sides.
She typed her phone, and his picture appeared on her screen.
She fixed her gaze on his picture. Seconds. Minutes. Trying to see if he's the same Drexton.
It was pointless. Even if he's still alive, he must be all grown-up.
She pressed her palm, digging her nails into her flesh.
Her phone rang out.
She saw the caller, her eyes darkening the more.
"Ma'am, I've got good news."
"Speak," Georgia said, her voice deeply commanding, capable of making the weak pee on their pants.
"We've caught her. The girl who tried to escape."
Her gaze softened. Relief washed over them for a fleeting moment.
"What should we do with her, ma'am?"
An evil smirk appeared on her lips. "Leave her to me. A scapegoat would be the perfect lesson for the others."
"Okay, ma'am."
The call ended.
She stood, the smirk deepening. Her eyes were darker than coal.
At least some good news.
She left.
\[SMITH'S ROOM\]
"Oh my darling, Anastasia," Smith trailed his finger along a picture frame. "How are you doing, mi amor?" He chuckled, deeply.
"I still miss you so much." He brought the picture to his lips and kissed it.
"I'm sure you can see the chaos going on around me. Georgia's plans have dragged my name through the mud, and my poor daughter, Ixora-oops, I forgot she isn't my daughter." He laughed.
"I'm crazy, right?" He leaned close to her ear. "Fooling four people at the same time. Georgia, Ixora, and our sons."
"If only you kept your mouth closed, you'd have lived long enough to witness the psychos you birthed."
"What was I expecting? Of course, they'd take after their father. But, it's hard pretending to be the kindest father alive."
"Just like me, I'm sure you must be feeling proud of your youngest son. He makes me proud and, for the eldest one, he can join you if he wishes."
"I will show you their pictures, hang on." He dropped the frame and walked to his ward rope.
He drew out a silicon face mask-a mask used to change your facial identity by giving you a completely different face.
He wore the mask with a smirk dancing on his lips.
He also took out a picture, and on the picture were two boys. Men, because they are all grown-up.
"Love." He walked to his bed and sat down. "This is the face you got married to, and this." He faced the men's picture to her. "This is our kids. "
\[UNDERGROUND, HIDDEN LOCATION\]
"Where is she?" Georgia asked.
"Ma'am," Larry bowed.
The person who had called Georgia.
"In the death room."
Georgia's heels clicked against the floor, echoing into the silent place.
As she got closer, she could hear cries, muffles, and annoying sounds that irritated her skin deeply.
She went to a room, and there they had it.
Kids and teenagers sat in one corner of the room. The kids/babies were separated from the teens. Some were hugging each other, afraid of what was coming for them.
The craziest part was that they were all naked. Completely nude.
They scrambled back on seeing Georgia, putting a stop to their cries unless they wanted to die.
At the front was a girl, forced to kneel on a metal plate filled with nails. Her hair was messy and unkept. She kept shaking on the metal as the nails bruised her knees deeply.
Georgia walked to the one girl... the one who was caught escaping.
She held her chin, pressing her nails into her cheeks. "You really think you could escape from me?"
"I... Sorry," the girl trembled, her voice hoarse and draggy.
She's been brutally tortured.
Georgia laughed wickedly, shaking the whole room with her vicious laughter.
"If you had thought about that, you wouldn't think of escaping." She forcefully released her chin, and the girl fell with her face.
Blood dropped from her face onto her body.
As Georgia looked at the girl, her downfalls replayed in her head.
She spread her palm apart.
If she were in a good mood, she would have gone easy on the girl, maybe killed her with a gun.
But the thought that somebody is destroying her, and she's helpless, she needs to vent it out. Luckily for her, the girl attempted to escape.
Larry placed a scalpel in her hand.
Georgia grabbed the girl's hair and raised her face, since she was already half-dead.
With full force, she stabbed the girl's eyes.
Fearful shouts escaped the mouths of the females in the room.
Her blood splashed on Georgia, making her look like a bloody-thirsty maniac.
"Anyone who thinks so much of escaping will face the same fate as hers." It wasn't a threat, but a warning.
She sank the scalpel into her chest and pulled out her heart.
The girl fell dead.
Larry brought a plate forward, and she dropped the scalper with the heart.
"Dry it and feed it to the dogs."
"Yes, ma'am."
She takes her gaze at the shaking girls, her eyes falling on each one of their bodies.
"When is the buyer coming? We need to clear out this set."
"I will get in touch with him. But I'm sure it won't be more than a month," Larry replied, handing the plate to a standby person.
"Good," she smiled.
There it is. Georgia and Smith Castellan are runners of the biggest underground human trafficking group.
Never suspected. Never caught.