Chapter 1: The Fall of Michael Decker
President Harrison’s fury was volcanic. As news of Michael Decker’s betrayal broke, he slammed his fist down on the Oval Office desk, rattling a framed family photo and startling an aide into silence. The President’s jaw clenched, voice razor-sharp as he barked orders for a full investigation. Secret Service agents stormed the house, and Michael’s world collapsed in a single, harrowing moment—his fists clenched white-knuckled, eyes burning with a mix of rage and disbelief as they cuffed him. For a split second, he shot his father a defiant glare, lips trembling with words he dared not speak. The downfall was personal, and the humiliation unmistakable.
Michael’s involvement in witchcraft—using dark magic to harm his own brother—was confirmed. The entire administration reeled from the revelation. The eldest son was stripped of every title, banished to house arrest for life. The announcement landed like a bomb in the Harrison home. Michael’s siblings stood frozen, shock painted across one face, relief flickering in another’s eyes, fear twisting in the youngest’s. The family’s foundation fractured, trust seeping out like a wound.
The news exploded across every major network—CNN, Fox, even the late-night comedians couldn’t resist. Memes exploded overnight. People whispered in line at Starbucks, wondering if the Harrisons were cursed. D.C. was abuzz: Twitter threads spun wild theories, while Georgetown gossiped over every lurid detail. Inside the Harrison mansion, silence hung heavy as fog, broken only by the landline’s ring or a relentless news alert ping. Secret Service agents paced the hallways, turning the stately old home into a gilded cage. Michael’s room was sealed, his belongings boxed up and whisked away under the hungry gaze of the press. The air at the next family dinner would be icy as a Midwestern winter—awkward silences stretching between forced small talk, the clatter of silverware the only sign of life.