ログインPetra sat on the couch, flipping through a large file, dressed like the billionaire heiress she was now. Her fitted cream blouse rested neatly against her body while the black skirt she wore crossed elegantly over her legs.The once simple woman who used to spend hours cooking and cleaning for Pete now carried herself with confidence and authority.The luxurious living room around her was quiet except for the soft sound of papers turning beneath her fingers.Malcolm walked in, holding a file. “The divorce proceedings are done.” He said, stretching the file to her as he sat opposite her.Petra lifted her eyes toward him slowly before collecting the file from his hand. She placed the document gently on her lap but did not open it immediately. Instead, her fingers rested quietly on top of it while her gaze lowered thoughtfully.Her face remained unreadable, calm yet distant, like someone trying hard not to revisit painful memories.“Pete agreed to leave with nothing.” Malcolm continued.
Pete’s unsanctioned confession to the crime had become a hindrance to the barrister’s already plans he was beginning to plot to set him free.The atmosphere inside the interrogation room had grown heavier than before. Barrister Stonehead stood beside the metal table, one hand resting against his waist while the other rubbed slowly across his forehead in frustration.The confidence he carried when he first arrived at the station had reduced greatly after hearing Pete openly admit that he had confessed during interrogation.Rosa sat stiffly on the chair opposite her son, her breathing still rough from shock and anxiety. Her expensive handbag rested tightly against her lap while her fingers gripped it so hard the leather had folded slightly beneath her nails.The fear in her eyes was impossible to hide now.“Barrister Stonehead, I’m sure there must be something we can still do to get my son out of this mess.” Rosa said, turning to the man with pleading eyes.Her voice had softened greatl
Barrister Stonehead and Rosa sat opposite Pete in the interrogation room. An officer stood at the door, watching them.The atmosphere inside the room felt unbearably heavy. The bright white light above reflected harshly against the cold metal table standing between them.Pete sat quietly on one side, his shoulders slumped deeply, his face pale and exhausted.His hands rested weakly on the table while his eyes remained fixed somewhere distant, as though his soul had already given up long before his body did.Rosa sat directly opposite him, her chest rising and falling heavily with anger. Ever since entering the station and hearing the accusations against her son, her emotions had been spiraling uncontrollably.The disappointment inside her had reached a level she could no longer suppress.Before Barrister Stonehead could even open his mouth to begin speaking, Rosa exploded.“You’ve completely disgraced this family!” she burst out, pointing furiously at Pete across the table. “Look at y
Officer Lee came out to meet Elizabeth screaming at the top of her voice, beside her stood a man on black suit, holding a briefcase. “Where’s my son?” She demanded. “I want to see him now!”Her sharp voice echoed through the station with such force that even Officer Lee, who had handled countless troublesome suspects and difficult families over the years, paused briefly in surprise.Elizabeth stood there looking furious beyond control, her expensive jewelry trembling slightly from how violently her body shook with anger. Her face was red, her breathing rough, and her eyes burned with the kind of rage only a mother protecting her child could carry.Beside her, Barrister Stonehead remained calm, though his expression carried tension too. He held the black leather briefcase firmly in one hand while adjusting the cuff of his suit with the other, trying his best to maintain composure despite Elizabeth’s relentless shouting."Madam, you need to calm down." Officer Lee said, shocked at the o
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.” Inspector Oseni said with a smile, nodding.Pete shifted back in his seat as he swallowed. His throat suddenly felt dry, and the earlier confidence he had been forcing around the officers was beginning to disappear bit by bit.His eyes remained fixed on the laptop before him, but his thoughts were already becoming disorganized.The footage he had just seen kept replaying repeatedly inside his head like a punishment he could not escape from.“I won’t say any more word until I see my lawyer.” He said, his eyes filled with guilt.Inspector Oseni leaned back slowly against the chair, his fingers interlocked calmly before him as though he was not dealing with a criminal case at all.Compared to Pete’s nervous state, the inspector looked completely relaxed and in control.“Do you feel guilty?” Oseni asked.Pete didn't answer.Instead, he shifted his face away slightly, his jaw tightening. His breathing had become uneven, and the silence inside the interrogatio
Pete walked towards the front house, his both hands cuffed behind him while the officer trailed slightly behind him. His face looked pale, and sweat clung stubbornly to his forehead despite the cool morning breeze brushing against his skin.Every step he took felt heavy, as though chains were wrapped around his legs instead of only his wrists.His breathing was uneven, and the deeper he walked into the front compound, the louder the pounding in his chest became.Just before they reached the front, the other two officers inside the house earlier were already outside waiting.The third officer had called them earlier through the small intercom hung on his shoulder as soon as he caught sight of Pete trying to escape.Their eyes locked onto Pete immediately, and the expression on their faces carried no sympathy at all."You've just made matters even worse trying to escape, Mr. Jordan." The lead officer said, shaking his head slowly in disappointment. "It's obvious now you're guilty of the
The chaos inside the hall had reached its peak.Pieces of cake lay scattered across the floor, smeared under hurried footsteps. Fruits rolled lazily across the polished tiles, and fragments of wooden decorations were spread near the stage like the aftermath of a small storm.The once elegant event
The glass doors of Chapman Corporation headquarters reflected the bright morning light as Petra stepped out of the black car that had just pulled up in front of the building.The place stood tall and proud in the middle of the business district, its polished structure shining like a monument to pow
Three months ago, inside the quiet maternity ward of the hospital, Petra lay weakly on the hospital bed after hours of painful labor.Her body felt exhausted, but the soft bundle in her arms filled her with a warmth she had never known before.She held the baby carefully against her chest, her fing
Zoe’s lips curved into a satisfied smile, the kind that carried pride and a hint of arrogance.“Alright,” Zoe said casually, unfolding her arms as if she had finally made up her mind. She stretched her hands slightly and rolled her shoulders like someone preparing for something exciting. “I’m going







