로그인That morning, the air inside Mr. Watson’s study felt more suffocating than usual. Belle stood tall in front of her father’s massive mahogany desk.In the corner of the room, Mrs. Watson sat with a worried expression, while Renee leaned against the doorway with the same smug smile that never seemed to leave her face.“Sit down, Belle. There’s something important we need to discuss,” Mr. Watson said. His voice sounded noticeably more cheerful than it had in days.“I’d rather stand, Dad,” Belle replied coldly. “What is it?”Mr. Watson smiled broadly and folded his hands on top of the desk.“I spent all night thinking. Tobias’s behavior at dinner last night made one thing very clear. Not only was he defending our family’s reputation from further damage, but he’s obviously very interested in you.”Belle frowned. “Tobias was defending Bastian, Dad. Not our family.”“Oh, that’s just a business tactic!” Mr. Watson waved dismissively. “Powerful men from the capital like him always have unique
The clinking of silver forks and knives against porcelain plates was the only sound filling the main dining room of the Watson estate.Dinner that evening felt painfully stiff and cold.At the head of the table, Mr. Watson sat with his chest puffed out, while Anthony stared down at his food as though it were poisoned.But that night, one additional seat was occupied.Tobias.He had returned to Eastbourne after hearing the shocking news of Bastian’s arrest that had spread throughout the entire city.Naturally, Tobias’s arrival was warmly welcomed by Mr. Watson.What nobody knew was that blood ties didn’t always guarantee emotional closeness.Tobias knew exactly who Renee really was.“Tobias, what a pleasant surprise. I’m glad you were able to stop by,” Mr. Watson said, raising his wine glass. “I hope your family’s business in the capital is doing well.”“Very well, sir. Thank you,” Tobias replied casually.“And your work?”“I just wrapped up a few cases. Everything’s settled now.”“Tha
The screech of old metal shattered the silence of Block C, damp and cold as ever. It was already two in the morning. There shouldn’t have been any activity at this hour.Yet the heavy footsteps of combat boots echoed down the corridor and stopped in front of Cell 40. A correctional officer named Emmet stood before the bars. He glanced left and right, making sure the security camera at the end of the hallway was showing a red light—a sign that it had been disabled.Behind Emmet stood three massive inmates. Their leader, a bald man with a spiderweb tattoo crawling up his neck named Rex, grinned broadly.“Fifteen minutes,” Emmet whispered as he slid a key into the lock. “Mrs. Watson transferred the rest of the money into my wife’s account. She wants you boys to teach him a lesson, but remember, don’t kill him. If he dies, I’m the one stuck with the paperwork.”“Relax, boss,” Rex replied, cracking his knuckles. “We know where the line is. We’ll make him beg for death and leave him alive.
Knock! Knock! Knock!“Based on the evidence and testimony presented before this court, the defendant, Bastian Reyes, is hereby found guilty beyond a reasonable doubt of conspiracy and the destruction of government property.”The judge’s deep voice echoed through the courtroom, freezing the air around everyone present.“This court hereby sentences the defendant to... ten years in prison.”Knock!“No! That’s impossible!” Belle’s scream rang out instantly.She shot to her feet, ignoring Eve as she tried to pull her back down.“He’s innocent! You’re all blind!”“Miss, control yourself, or you’ll be removed from the courtroom!” the judge barked.At the defense table, Bastian rose to his feet. He didn’t lower his head.Bastian's shoulders remained straight, his chest lifted proudly. His face was as hard as stone. He refused to break in front of the people who had crucified him.Across the room, Renee slowly stood. She adjusted the cuff of her expensive blazer and looked at Bastian with a de
“Are you sure this rat of a witness won’t crack under cross-examination?” Renee’s voice was low but sharp, cutting through the silence of the courthouse hallway.Richard, the politician standing beside her, adjusted his silk tie and smirked.“Marcus had the rest of his sentence wiped clean. Add the hush money from your family, and he’ll sing sweeter than a church choir. He’s been rehearsing this story for three straight days.”“Just make sure,” Renee hissed. “I paid a lot for this performance. I want every piece of evidence pointing at Bastian today. His lawyer can’t be allowed even the smallest opening to twist the facts.”“Relax. The judge presiding over this case is an old friend of mine.” Richard smiled. “Facts don’t matter in that courtroom. What matters is the narrative we build.”Renee smiled coldly. She slipped on her sunglasses and pushed open the double doors to the courtroom.The room was thick with tension. In the front row of the gallery, Belle sat pale as a ghost. The mo
“Anthony! Look at me!” Belle shouted, shaking her brother’s arm as he sat motionless at the edge of her bed.“What now, Belle?” Anthony’s voice was barely audible.He kept his head lowered, staring at the floor as if the answers were hidden there.“No! I’m not letting this go!” Belle snapped. “You said you’d take care of it! You said you’d help Bastian! Why are you just sitting here doing nothing after coming back from the guesthouse?”“Because there’s nothing I can do,” Anthony whispered.The lie shattered him as soon as it left his mouth.“That’s a lie! You can testify that Bastian would never do something like this! He doesn’t have that kind of money to fund a riot! Be a witness for him!”Anthony drew in a shaky breath.If he testified or interfered with Bastian’s case, Renee would carry out every threat she had made. She would expose everything about that terrible night.“The evidence is overwhelming, Belle,” Anthony said, his throat burning. “I can’t interfere with law enforcemen
"Come on, Sparrow." Bastian handed her the helmet."Hey, why aren't you answering me?" Anthony chuckled softly."Let it go, Belle needs to get home. Or do you want to drive her yourself?""Sorry, I've got a ton of work to finish."Belle just gave her brother a slight, wry grin before saying goodby
Feeling someone’s eyes on him, Bastian glanced toward the bar. His body froze when he spotted Belle sitting there. She immediately turned away, talking again to the boy beside her.Who is he? Bastian wondered.A splash of water pulled his attention back to Renee. She giggled and wrapped her arms ar
Anthony walked into the room and sat down next to Bastian. A long breath escaped from Belle’s brother’s nose. He turned toward Bastian. “Opening a pottery gallery, honestly, sounds lame. You’re known as a member of the Blackfist gang, an underground fighter. Your image would totally collapse, Bast
Those eagle-like eyes watched from afar, carrying a restless glint. Bastian was watching Belle chatting with Felix in the parking lot. Meanwhile, Belle’s parents were getting into their car. After saying goodbye, Belle quickly followed and climbed in.Somehow, seeing Belle smile brightly at another







