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Chapter 64

作者: Just a baby
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Lara's lawyer tried a new angle the following day, his voice carrying the particular polished confidence of a man paid handsomely to make weak arguments sound stronger than they actually were.

"My client is prepared to accept a plea," he announced, "provided the charges are reduced to reflect diminished culpability and the sentence limited accordingly. Given the circumstances, and my client's cooperation in…"

"Denied." Marlowe's voice cut across the courtroom, sharp with barely restrained anger
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  • The Billionaire’s Wife Revenge Plot    Chapter 64

    Lara's lawyer tried a new angle the following day, his voice carrying the particular polished confidence of a man paid handsomely to make weak arguments sound stronger than they actually were."My client is prepared to accept a plea," he announced, "provided the charges are reduced to reflect diminished culpability and the sentence limited accordingly. Given the circumstances, and my client's cooperation in…""Denied." Marlowe's voice cut across the courtroom, sharp with barely restrained anger. "The prosecution has no interest in reduced charges for premeditated kidnapping, torture, and attempted murder. We intend to see this through to a full verdict."I watched from my seat beside Alexander as Lara's composed expression flickered, just slightly, the first real crack I'd witnessed in her carefully maintained calm since the trial began. Her lawyer leaned close to whisper something, and she waved him off with a small, irritated gesture, her eyes flicking briefly toward our side of the

  • The Billionaire’s Wife Revenge Plot    Chapter 63

    I stood in front of the mirror for longer than I strictly needed to, smoothing the same crease out of my blouse three separate times, watching my own reflection with the particular detachment of someone trying to convince themselves that the woman looking back was actually ready for today.Navy blue. Simple, unassuming. Genna had helped choose it weeks ago, before any of this had a date attached to it, insisting that court appearances required a very particular kind of understated composure, nothing that drew attention, nothing that gave anyone watching a single detail to fixate on beyond the truth I was there to tell. I remembered her hands adjusting the fabric at my shoulders that day, her voice brisk and practical even as her eyes carried something softer, something almost protective, as though she understood exactly what this particular garment might eventually be asked to carry me through.My hands weren't entirely steady.I pressed them flat against the vanity, breathing slowly,

  • The Billionaire’s Wife Revenge Plot    Chapter 62

    Dr. Ferreira's office sat on the fourth floor of a quiet building near the park, all soft lighting and comfortable chairs, nothing about it carrying the sterile edge of the hospital rooms I'd spent so many weeks confined to. A small plant sat on the windowsill, slightly overgrown, and I'd found myself, over these past several sessions, watching it grow steadily wilder with a kind of quiet fondness, proof, somehow, that even neglected things could keep reaching toward the light if given enough patience. "How has this week been?" she asked, the same opening question she began every session with, her notebook resting open on her lap without ever seeming to demand my attention the way clinical paperwork usually did. "Better," I said, and found, increasingly, that I meant it. "The nightmares are still there. Maybe three or four times a week now instead of every night." "That's real progress, Lily." She made a small note. "Tell me about them, if you're comfortable. Have they changed at

  • The Billionaire’s Wife Revenge Plot    Chapter 61

    We sat together in the sitting room, waiting.Alexander had positioned himself close beside me on the sofa, his hand resting steady on my knee, though he'd offered more than once to give us privacy if I wanted it. I'd asked him to stay. I didn't know yet what I'd need in the moment my biological father finally walked through that door, but I understood, with real certainty, that facing it entirely alone wasn't something I currently had the strength for.Margaret had brought tea earlier, then quietly retreated to the kitchen, sensing, I think, that this particular afternoon needed a kind of privacy that extended even to her usual gentle presence. The cup sat cooling on the table in front of me, untouched, my hands too unsteady to trust with anything as delicate as porcelain right now.The clock on the mantel ticked steadily toward the hour we'd arranged.I picked at a loose thread on the cushion beside me, my mind circling the same complicated tangle of feelings I hadn't quite managed

  • The Billionaire’s Wife Revenge Plot    Chapter 60

    "We're taking this to court," Alexander told me, the morning before my discharge, his voice carrying a particular quiet determination I'd come to recognise as entirely characteristic of him. "Whatever it takes, however long the process, I'm going to get you real justice for what she did. Not just a plea deal buried quietly to avoid embarrassing headlines. A proper trial. A proper reckoning.""That could take months," I said, watching him from my hospital bed, some part of me already exhausted at the thought of reliving everything again in front of strangers."I know." He sat on the edge of the bed, taking my hand. "And I'll be beside you through every single day of it, however long it takes. I don't want you carrying this alone, not for one more moment than you already have."I squeezed his hand, grateful beyond what words could properly capture, and let the weight of his promise settle into something I could actually hold onto.---The doctor discharged me two days later, running thr

  • The Billionaire’s Wife Revenge Plot    Chapter 59

    I was getting better.The doctor confirmed it again that morning, checking my vitals with the same careful thoroughness he'd shown every day since I'd first properly woken, my bloodwork clearing steadily, the toxins finally working their way entirely out of my system, my body slowly remembering how to simply function without the constant undertow of chemical damage dragging against everything I tried to do. The bruising along my face had faded to something closer to yellow than the deep, angry purple it had first been, and I'd caught myself, just that morning, looking at my reflection in the small hand mirror Margaret had brought and recognising, finally, the woman looking back at me rather than the hollow, frightened stranger I'd grown used to seeing there."A few more days," he said, making a final note on my chart. "If everything continues at this pace, we can discuss discharge by the end of the week."The words should have felt like pure relief. They mostly did, tangled together w

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