CHAPTER 19

Marietta P.O.V

My hands were moving in a fixed momentum on the keys. My eyes were closed and my hands were pacing rapidly according to the demand of 'Fur Elise' by Beethoven. It was one of my favorite piano tunes.

I was playing the piano but my mind was struggling somewhere else. Yesterday night, Cops found John - my driver; dead.

The movements of my fingers increased. As a scene appeared in front of my closed eyes. A scene of today morning when two cops came with a picture, for a formality work. They didn't let the news spread of John's death on media, all thanks to my powerful businessman Daddy. The case was officially closed now and no one was going to investigate anything.

He had a wife and a 9-year-old son, although Daddy promised John's wife that he would take the financial responsibility of his child and her still he couldn't provide her justice.