From hero to zero

Monique lunged forward, fueled by a desperate need to inflict some semblance of pain on the woman who had shattered her world.

A primal roar erupted from her throat, a sound that defied her frail condition.

Constance's amusement curdled into something akin to annoyance. The woman was a cockroach, refusing to be squashed.

Constance lifted her leg and viciously kicked her away.

Monique stumbled back and landed a few feet back, glaring at Constance hatefully.

"She was Clinton's child too, you monster!" Monique screamed.

Something akin to guilt flickered , fleetingly crossed her features before she slammed her mask of indifference back into place.

''So what? Did you honestly think I'd let you taint my lineage with your blood?" she hissed, her voice laced with venomous spite. "You can keep dreaming, Monique," Constance concluded, her voice cold and final.

''You are an animal Constance.''