From Mob Princess to Mugshot Photographer novel Chapter 77

**Storm Behind Sleeps by George Orwell 77**

**Chapter 1**

Seven years ago, I made a decision that would alter the course of my life forever. I abruptly severed ties with Cedric Smith, a man who had once held my heart captive, and in a whirlwind of impulsive choices, I married another man.

The shock on Cedric’s face was palpable; it was as if I had struck him. He left the country the very next day, cutting all connections with me as if I were a ghost he could no longer bear to acknowledge.

Fast forward to our unexpected reunion.

Cedric had transformed during our years apart. He returned to the country not as the man I once knew, but as President Smith, a figure of high regard among the elite, who addressed him with a mixture of respect and reverence.

As for my life, it had taken a tragic turn. My family had faced bankruptcy, and the weight of grief hung heavily on my shoulders after losing both my parents. I had been divorced for two years, a status that felt like a shackle rather than a liberation. To make ends meet and pay off the debts that loomed over me like dark clouds, I found myself working at a nondescript company, where every day felt like a battle for survival.

One fateful day, my boss, brimming with excitement, decided to take me along to an event where Cedric would be present.

“President Smith,” my boss began, his voice dripping with admiration, “I’ve long admired your reputation in the business world. Here’s my business card. I genuinely hope we can explore opportunities for cooperation in the future.”

He raised his wine glass, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he awaited Cedric’s response.

I stood slightly behind my boss, my heart racing, desperately trying to blend into the background. I took a nervous sip from my own glass, the wine burning my throat as I attempted to calm my racing heart.

Cedric, however, was unbothered. He accepted the business card with a casual flick of his wrist, barely glancing at it before tossing it dismissively to his assistant.

“Remember this company and add it to our blacklist,” he ordered, his voice devoid of warmth.

My boss’s face drained of color, panic evident in his eyes. He quickly reached out to Cedric, desperation creeping into his tone.

“Mr. Smith, is there some misunderstanding?”

With a disdainful flick of his hand, Cedric brushed off my boss’s concern and turned his gaze towards me.

“If a company like this can even hire her, what good can it be?” he remarked, his words slicing through the air like a knife.

**Chapter 1**

That very night, the repercussions of Cedric’s disdainful words crashed down upon me like a tidal wave. I was fired from my job, and the ripple effect of his remark left me blacklisted throughout the industry. The news spread like wildfire; I was now known as Nina Brown, the woman who had offended President Smith.

With no job, my source of income vanished, leaving me in a precarious situation. A few days later, unable to scrape together the rent, I found myself standing on the street with my belongings, the landlord’s cold indifference echoing in my ears.

It was the heart of winter, and as I gazed at the distant bridge archway, I shook my head in disbelief.

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