My Adoring Husband Mr Devonte

**The name of countries, cities are real but the organisations and political issues are all my imaginations.. No real place or incidents has been mentioned in the story.. If you find any kind of similarities then it's a complete coincidence.. English is not my first language.. If you find any mistakes please forgive me for that..**

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Genevieve entered into the police station.. Nervous, while looking around carefully.. Slowly she walked towards the main office.. "H.. hello sir.. I am Ryan Brancacio's niece.. Can I talk to him for a moment? It's urgent.."

The police officer watched the timid Young woman.. "Your name?" His tone sounded blank..

"I.. I am Genevieve Brancacio.. His niece.."

"Five minutes only.." The police man said and turned to his junior officer "prisoner number 145.. Take her to him.."

"Yes sir.." The junior officer nodded and showed her the way..

After Genevieve sat down in front of a glass wall.. Her uncle came at the opposite side of it.. Her tiny heart clenched seeing his devastated state..

Eyes have drowned inside and filled with dark circles.. That dumpling like face now looking like a dead meat.. Clean shaved face now covered with subtle beards.. Once firm shoulders now hanging low.. Over all, Ryan Brancacio is looking broken without any expectation of repairment..

Ryan did not like her appearance in the prison.. He frowned in displeasure.. Basically, he did not want her to see him in that state..

Genevieve picked up the intercom with a silent sob.. "u..un..cle Ryan.." She somehow managed to speak with her broken voice.. "H..How are you?"

"Why did you come here? Didn't I ask you not to come in the prison?" Ryan sounded rude..

Hearing him Genevieve sobbed again.. "How could you say that uncle? I don't have anyone but you.. And I know you didn't do anything! You are innocent!"

Ryan sighed in frustration and helplessness.. "But you ccan not prove it Gen.. We don't have enough money to fight with them.. And the money we have left in the account, I want you to live well with it.. Stop thinking about me.."

Genevieve shook her head vigorously "No! I won't! I won't stop till I get you out of this hell! You have given me a name and a life when I need it.. You were there when I was in trouble.. And I won't leave you alone in your bad time uncle.. I will get you out of this hell at any cost.. Today I came here to inform that I may have to go in New York for work.. But you don't worry, I will get you out from here.."

Saying those words to her uncle, Genevieve cut the call and almost ran out of the police station..