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He Defends My Brother’s Killer Chapter 13
Later that night as I climbed into my bed, my mind became a chaotic loop of Michael's pale face and the snap of that velvet ring box. Guilt sat like lead in my stomach. I had made Michael heart broken.But as I finally fell asleep, the darkness didn't bring rest to me. Instead, It brought light.It started with the smell of salt and old wood. The docks. The dream was vivid, more real than the waking world. I saw a younger Michael, his hair windswept, laughing as he pulled me into his arms. I felt the rough texture of his wool sweater and heard the rhythmic thumping of my own heart—not out of fear, but out of a deep, soul-shaking belonging."I'll always find you, Claire," he whispered against my temple. "Even if the world tries to hide you, I'll find my way back."Then, a flurry of images: a shared ice cream in the rain, a promise made over a cracked coffee mug, the way he looked at me before everything went black. The "key" I thought was lost forever turned in the lock. These weren't
He Defends My Brother’s Killer Chapter 12
"Claire," he breathed, his voice rough. "I’ve spent every second since the accident living for this moment. Not the arrest—but the chance to finally give you the life Julian tried to steal."He sank to one knee. The movement was fluid, practiced in his mind a thousand times. He pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. Inside sat a ring—not a diamond, but a deep, oceanic sapphire surrounded by a halo of delicate gold leaves."I know you don't remember the day we first met by the docks," he said, his eyes searching mine. "I know you don't remember the promises we made. But I remember for both of us. Claire, let’s start the 'forever' that was interrupted. Will you marry me?"The world seemed to tilt. This was the moment my mother had predicted, the moment the fairy lights were strung for. But as I looked at the ring, I didn't feel excited, I felt a profound, hollow sadness."Michael," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Stand up. Please."He frowned slightly, the joy in his expression fli
He Defends My Brother’s Killer Chapter 11
Next week, the scent of jasmine and the soft hum of a violin filled the air of our garden. Michael had transformed the backyard into a fairyland of fairy lights and silk drapes. Half the town was there, laughing and clinking glasses, but my eyes kept drifting to Michael. He looked breathtaking in the grey suit I once told him he looked the best in it. My eyes caught him watching me from across the lawn with a gaze that promised a lifetime of devotion.My mother's words echoed through my head. 'He is going to propose you', and I suddenly felt suffocating out of nervousness.I stepped away from the crowd to catch my breath near the old oak tree at the edge of the property. The moon was high, casting long, skeletal shadows. Suddenly, a hand clamped over my mouth, and I was violently dragged behind the thick trunk into the darkness."Don't scream, Claire. Please," a ragged, familiar voice hissed."It's me!"My heart plummeted. Julian. He looked like a ghost. His eyes were bloodshot, his
He Defends My Brother’s Killer Chapter 10
There back in New York City, the cold, damp walls of the interrogation room at the central police department felt like a tomb to Julian. He sat huddled on a wooden chair, his tailored suit wrinkled and stained with sweat. "I need my phone! I need to talk to my lawyer!" Julian screamed at the iron door, his voice cracking. "Do you have any idea who I am? My wife is missing! She’s been kidnapped by a criminal! If anything happens to Claire, I will have all your badges!"His assistant had informed him that Michael was seen with Miss White at the seven star hotel before they both left together in a private jet.The heavy bolt slid back, and a weary inspector stepped in, tossing a folder onto the table."Save your breath, Mr. Julian," the inspector said flatly. "Your lawyers aren't coming. We’ve frozen your primary accounts following the discovery of the 'the fake pilagiarized music' controversy, and forcing someone to do suicide. You will be charged for an intentional murder.""Murder? Th
He Defends My Brother’s Killer Chapter 9
As the plane landed on the green grass, a familiar faint smell filled my nostrils, creating an overwhelming feeling of finally arriving home.The air in our hometown was different—thicker with the scent of pine and the ghosts of a life I’d forgotten. Michael was the one stepped out first, offering a hand to my mother with a gentleness that felt practiced over a lifetime.There stood a brand new black SUV and a man in white uniform holding a tag that read 'Mr. Beckham'.Michael led us inside the car while he himself sat on the passenger seat. I glanced at his reflection in the rearview mirror. He was busy in his phone. Suddenly, he stopped the driver. "Stop! The road from here is under construction. We can't go there by car." He then turned to look at us, his voice softening as he said, "I would have to trouble the beautiful ladies to walk by my side for a few miles.""You are right, Sir." The driver said, "The town you are heading for, was too remote to visit a few years back. How d
He Defends My Brother’s Killer Chapter 8
The hum of the private jet was a low, soothing vibration, a stark contrast to the storm raging in my mind. I watched Michael through the semi-transparent partition. He was focused on a tablet, his sharp profile silhouetted against the bright clouds outside."Mike..." I whispered the name, the syllables feeling heavy and unfamiliar.My mother opened her eyes halfway, looking at the ceiling of the cabin as if she were reading a story written in the stars."He was the boy with the bruised knuckles and the brightest eyes," she murmured, her voice thick with nostalgia. "Before You and Julian were engaged, he was the person you would always tag along yourself no matter where you go. Mike was always at our gate.""He’d bring those wild berries you liked, the ones that only grew by the dangerous part of the creek. Your father used to say that boy had more heart than sense."I leaned in, my heart skipping a beat. "Why don’t I remember him clearly? Everything before the marriage feels like it’
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