FAZER LOGINTHE END OF PART 1One month later, the Hurst family gathered around a long wooden table in the middle of the garden. The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting shadows over plates filled with carefully prepared dishes. The air smelled of grilled meat, fresh bread, and herbs, peaceful and warm.Sheldon sat at the head of the table, relaxed, a tablet in his hand. Julia sat beside him, quiet, her gaze distant, while William leaned back in his chair. For the first time in a long while, there was no tension in Julia's chest, only a strange emptiness that came with closure.Sheldon tapped the screen and held the tablet out. The voice of a news broadcaster filled the garden."Breaking news this afternoon. Reynolds family heiress Bella Reynolds was critically injured in a prison altercation after accidentally falling from the roof of the facility during what sources describe as a dispute with other inmates. She remains in a vegetative state and is currently under constant medica
The courtroom was packed to capacity, yet it felt suffocatingly quiet, the kind of silence that pressed against the chest and made breathing feel deliberate. Rows of wooden benches creaked softly as people shifted, journalists leaned forward with pens poised, and cameras flashed despite repeated warnings from the court officials. Everyone knew this was not just another hearing. This was the end of a scandal that had shaken reputations, broken families, and exposed secrets buried for nearly two decades.At the defendant’s table sat three people who once held their heads high in society.Bella Reynolds sat in the middle, dressed in a plain prison-issued outfit, her shoulders hunched, her once-proud posture completely gone. Her eyes darted around the courtroom in panic, as though she was still hoping this was some elaborate nightmare she could wake up from. Beside her sat Megan Reynolds, her hair now streaked with visible gray, her face drawn and hollow. The sharp elegance she once
Gavin staggered backward as if the floor beneath him had suddenly cracked open. His whole body shook, not from fear alone but from a rage so violent it made his hands tremble uncontrollably. His face twisted, veins bulging at his temples as he pointed fiercely at Bella, then swung the same accusing finger toward his sons.“You shut up!” Gavin thundered, his voice tearing through the hall like a whip. “All of you, shut up!”The room, already tense, froze even further. The guests who had been whispering moments ago fell into stunned silence. Even the officers stiffened, their eyes darting between Gavin, Bella, and Megan, sensing that something far darker than a family argument was unfolding.Megan stepped forward slowly, as if each step weighed a ton. Her lips trembled, and for the first time since she had entered the hall earlier with false composure, her eyes reflected raw fear.“Gavin,” she asked quietly, cutting through his outburst, “is what Bella said true?”Gavin’s shouting s
“What?!” Bosco and Elliot gasped in unison, the sound tearing through the hall like a ripped curtain. “Bella isn’t some lost child? She’s Dad’s illegitimate daughter?”For a moment, the world seemed to tilt.The chandeliers above glittered coldly, casting harsh light on faces frozen in disbelief. Whispers that had been simmering all evening finally boiled over, spreading through the hall in shocked waves.“She’s… his biological daughter?”“So Julia was the one abandoned?”“My God…”Gavin stood stiffly in place, his face drained of color. The fury he had just unleashed seconds ago collapsed into something far uglier, panic. His lips trembled, but no sound came out. For the first time that night, the powerful patriarch of the Reynolds family looked small.Bella, still restrained by the officers, laughed hysterically through her tears.“You see?” she cried hoarsely, her voice cracking. “You all finally see it! I’m not lying! I heard it with my own ears when I was little! Dad said Julia
Bella turned to face the knife resting on the table beside her. For a split second, the world seemed to freeze, the glittering hall with its crystal chandeliers casting prismatic light across marble floors, the shattered pride hanging thick in the air, the hundreds of eyes watching her crumble under the weight of her own lies. Then her fingers closed around the cold metal handle. She grabbed it tight, her knuckles whitening until the skin stretched taut over bone, her eyes boiling with unrestrained rage as they locked onto Julia with singular, murderous focus."I'll kill you!" she screamed, her voice cracking and splintering into something feral, something barely human, as she lunged forward without hesitation, without thought, driven purely by hatred and desperation.Julia's breath caught sharply in her throat. Her mind went completely blank. Every instinct that should have told her to move, to run, to protect herself—all of it failed her in that critical moment. She could only
The moment the officer's command rang out— "Take them away!" the atmosphere inside the hall shifted completely, like a storm breaking loose after hours of suffocating heat. Panic, disbelief, shame, and fear collided in the same space, leaving no one untouched. The guests pressed backward instinctively, creating distance between themselves and the unfolding disaster, as though misfortune itself might be contagious.Elliot was the first to react."No! Wait!" he screamed, his composure shattering in an instant like glass striking concrete. Gone was the smug confidence, the arrogance of a man who believed his surname could shield him from consequences. Two officers moved in without hesitation, twisting his arms behind him with practiced precision. Metal cuffs snapped shut around his wrists, the sharp sound echoing through the hall like a final verdict no appeal could overturn. Elliot struggled violently, his expensive shoes scraping against the polished floor as he tried desperately







