LOGINRebeccaI could practically taste the irony in Kate's smile as she took her oath."Mrs. Davis, you were mute at the start of this case, but now you've stepped forward to speak," the judge remarked. What led you to make this choice?Kate neatly folded her hands. She pretended to be sincere so effectively that I was nearly amazed when she said, "My conscience." "I was unable to witness him trash what was properly Rebecca's."Anger blazed in my father's eyes. You're not telling the truth. She is lying, your honor! He let out a loud cry.She turned and grinned icily at him. "Am I? Now that you've been discovered and trapped, all you're doing is trying to hide your tracks.Clara arose, her voice clearly audible throughout the courtroom, her look composed but sharp. She turned to face Kate and started asking questions."Mrs. Davis, could you verify that you are related to the defendant?"Kate gave a small smile. "He is my spouse."Clara gave a nod. "And how long have you and Mr. Davis been
Rebecca We were meeting with my stepmother today because she said she had something for us, and the trial was set for tomorrow. She had better. It was in the same quiet teahouse that we first met her. This time, Clara remained still and vigilant by the doorway, and I sat down by the window as usual. With a fitted black suit, gold jewelry, and a smirk that suggested she still had the upper hand, Kate entered the room looking like she had just stepped off the cover of a magazine. How ironic. This time, she didn't bother to say hello. "Rebecca," she murmured in a tight voice. "You're early." I gave a small smile. "You're running late." "To me, time is only a social construct." She uttered those words. "Well done, but let's save time." Kate crossed her legs and sat down elegantly. She slid the thin black folder she had brought across the table after opening it. "Everything you requested. Evidence that the business is not his, including phony corporations and offshore accounts I
RebeccaIt was a long night, too long. No matter how many times I closed my eyes, I was unable to fall asleep. The pounding in my chest was far worse than the aches in my body. The sound of that explosion kept coming back to me as my mind continued to repeat everything.When I eventually got up, I saw Clara sitting at the little desk near the corner, her fingers fidgeting restlessly over her phone, her hair now pulled free."She hasn't said anything yet?" Silently, I asked. Startled to see me awake, she looked up and moaned. "She observed it. the recording, after which she gave it two listens."And?" "No response." I let out a slow breath. "She is contemplating." Clara clarified, "She's panicking."And that's beneficial to us. She's either attempting to clear her path or determine which side to support. She glared at me, but I forced myself off the bed and grabbed my jacket. "So we have to give her a choice.""Are you certain you're capable of doing this?" "I have no other option." Ign
RebeccaIn an instant, I turned. "Who is present?" I yelled, but nobody answered.This time, the sound was more acute. A clang of metal that sliced through the darkness.She murmured, "Someone's here," and began to move forward in a slow, cautious manner.I could hear Clara's heartbeat quicken. As if it were a shield, she held the notepad close to her chest. "Your father, he knew we were coming." She whispered, "He knew."My heart fell. “What?”Next, I smelled something. It smelled like charred iron, faint, metallic, and a little sour. Vega gestured for us to leave while keeping an eye on every shadow. "Stay close," she urged.A person scurried between two crate piles. Even though it was only a blur, I managed to catch it. "Over there!" Vega sprang when I pointed, striking her boots against the wood with enough force to create an echo.She yelled, "Stop!" with a captain's command in her voice that caused even me to stop for a heartbeat.For a little while, the man froze, but she only
RebeccaIn an instant, I turned. "Who is present?" I yelled, but nobody answered.This time, the sound was more acute. A clang of metal that sliced through the darkness.She murmured, "Someone's here," and began to move forward in a slow, cautious manner.I could hear Clara's heartbeat quicken. As if it were a shield, she held the notepad close to her chest. "Your father, he knew we were coming." She whispered, "He knew."My heart fell. “What?”Next, I smelled something. It smelled like charred iron, faint, metallic, and a little sour. Vega gestured for us to leave while keeping an eye on every shadow. "Stay close," she urged.A person scurried between two crate piles. Even though it was only a blur, I managed to catch it. "Over there!" Vega sprang when I pointed, striking her boots against the wood with enough force to create an echo.She yelled, "Stop!" with a captain's command in her voice that caused even me to stop for a heartbeat.For a little while, the man froze, but she only
RebeccaHe flicked hair from his face. That is, until you arrived and she made the decision to draft a document known as a will. That's not a problem though; I buried it all with her. Her shitty will won't be a thing to stop me.”I balled my hands into fists. "I find you repulsive."His smirk grew. “Oh, come now. You and she are not all that different. Soft-spoken, sentimental, thinking you can change the world by being good.” He drew closer, his voice falling to a whisper. But Rebecca, goodness doesn't win battles. Ruthlessness does.”I forced myself to meet his stare, even as my chest burned. "You believe you've won because you stole something that wasn't yours?"“I don’t think I’ve won,” he answered quietly. “I know I have. I already own the business. The board is devoted to me. The courts are predictable and slow. And you? You are merely a young child pretending to be queen. Rebecca, you're playing a losing game. Give up.I moved in close enough for him to see the fury behind my e







