The twenty-second came, and even though Deborah dreaded the day, she was present at the courthouse early that morning with her lawyer, Theo, Leon, and Sophie. She was led into the courthouse, and when they arrived, the fact that Damion wasn't there already had her blood boiling. "What does he take himself as, some Lord, to not show his face on time." She mumbled, rolling her eyes as she approached her seat. The courtroom was empty, but soon people started showing up, and Deborah's expression fell at the sight of how many people were gathering in the room. Soon the area looked more like a reality tv show than a courtroom, and Deborah took the longest time to process it all before blurting out to her lawyer, "What is going on?" "It seems like the trail is going to be an open proceeding." The lawyer casually said. "What?!" "Oh, you wanted it to be a close proceeding?" "Yes, you idiot! How can you be so stupid! What am I even paying you for if you are going to be a useless fool!"
Deborah's eyes widened at Mr. Wilson's words. Then a few seconds later, her lips formed a hard line as she realized the truth. A wave of cold anger settled in her eyes. She saw Damion smile in his seat from across the aisle, enjoying watching her getting furious. "This is not possible; it must be a mistake!" Deborah stated angrily. "It's no mistake, Your Honour. You see, we have documents here that state the transfer of those properties and company to Mr. Grimes from his father." Mr. Wilson explained, gesturing at a folder in front of him. Deborah clenched her fists and watched the lawyer pull two pieces of paper from the folder and hand one to the Judge before pointing to another piece of paper, "As you can see right here that Mr. Briggs signed this, and his lawyer is here to testify of this claims. Everything he has is now in his son's name. If Deborah wants them, she might have to get down on her knees and beg the man himself." "You are lying!!" She shouted. The entire ga
Emma scanned the room, searching for Theo upon hearing the approaching footsteps, sounding like multiple people coming her way.Glancing up and spotting his entrance, Emma swiftly concealed her firearm in the pockets of her trousers before he had a chance to notice. At that moment, their gazes met, causing a faint smile to grace Emma's lips as she raised her eyes towards Theo, in an attempt to ease the visible strain etched on his face, fully aware of the dangerous nature of his family.In light of Zane's recent actions, and evident from the intensity in his eyes, she knew that he was ready to tear apart someone's throat. She bit her bottom lip, anxiously gazing at him, desperately pleading for him to withhold any unexpected remarks that would catch her off guard. With her hands tightly clasped together in front of her, she fervently prayed for an ample amount of patience to guide her through this tense moment.After a brief pause, Theo spoke, "You're quite the audacious mouse, ventur
Drawing a deep breath, Emma's eyes bore into Theo's, his pain mirroring the torment she had endured at his hands. She could feel the heat of anger coursing through her veins, fueling her determination to bring an end to this vile man. With her gaze fixed on him, she tightened her grip on the gun, her knuckles turning white. The metallic weight of the weapon felt strangely empowering in her hand.Her voice, steady and unwavering, cut through the tension-filled air, commanding the attention of Theo's men. "If any of you takes a step closer, I will put one in his brain."The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the labored breaths of Theo and his faint groaning.Emma's heart pounded in her chest, her senses heightened as she watched the men hesitate, their eyes flickering with uncertainty. They were caught in a dangerous limbo, torn between loyalty to their boss and keeping him alive.Realizing the gravity of the situation, they exchanged uneasy glances, their minds racing wit
Burying his face into his palms, Zane sighed, his heart heavy with a mix of relief and frustration. The sight of Emma standing before him, battered and bruised, sent waves of anger coursing through his veins. Every fiber of his being screamed for revenge, for the blood of whoever had dared to lay a hand on his beloved wife.But as his anger burned, he also felt a profound relief wash over him. Emma was home, safe and sound. The fear and worry that had consumed him during her absence slowly started to ebb away, replaced by a desperate need to understand what had happened and to ensure that she was protected from any harm in the future.Zane lowered his hands, his eyes fixating on Emma's face. He studied the emptiness in her eyes, the weariness etched into her features, and his heart clenched with a mix of pain and anger. He would find out the truth, he would bring justice to those responsible, and he would make sure that Emma never had to endure such torment again.Taking a step closer
The hospital room door swung open with a resounding crash, the sudden intrusion shattering the heavy silence that had engulfed the room. As Deborah's heart pounded in her chest, she rushed in with a mixture of fear and anger etched across her face. When she burst through the door, there, lying in the sterile white hospital bed, was Theo, his once vibrant face now pale and haggard. Both of his legs were encased in tightly bound bandages, and various machines and equipment were attached to him, their monotonous beeps and hums blending into a somber symphony that enraged her.The nurses, their gazes filled with concern, turned their attention towards Deborah as she entered, their eyes silently conveying a sense of shared worry. Her trembling hand instinctively flew to her mouth."What happened?!" she shouted.Her eyes darted from the nurses to the doctor who had entered the room, and with a stern expression etched upon his face, he approached Deborah with measured steps. "Miss Deborah
Trying to calm herself, Deborah walked down the sterile hospital corridor, her steps heavy with anxiety. She clutched her phone tightly in her hand, her fingers trembling as she dialed the number for her private banker."Hello, this is Deborah. I need to transfer a substantial amount of money from my account immediately but my card is not working," she demanded, her voice laced with a bit of rage. "I figure you guys need confirmation, so I am calling."There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, and Deborah's heart pounded in her chest. She could hear the clicking of computer keys, and then the voice of the bank representative broke through the silence."I'm sorry, Miss Deborah. It's not because of a confirmation problem. But your account has been frozen. We cannot process any withdrawals at this time," the voice informed her coldly.Unable to speak, Deborah felt the ground shift beneath her feet. The shock of the words reverberated through her body, leaving her feeling dizz
In the midst of the tense silence, Zane sat at the head of a long mahogany table, his gaze steady as he surveyed the board members of NewEra as everyone waited for him to speak.Taking a deep breath, Zane began, his voice strong and his eyes bored into them one after the other, "Ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you today to address the mistakes of my past and to offer my unwavering dedication to the revival of NewEra. I know that I have gone against this company countless times, but from this day forward, I promise to use my knowledge and skills to help rebuild what was once the lifeblood of this organization."His words hung in the silence, and Zane's gaze swept across the room, meeting the eyes of each board member, their expression still that of fear."I owe this to my late mother," Zane continued. "Her life was taken so this place can get built, and it is my duty, as her son, to honor her legacy and ensure that NewEra rises from the ashes."A hushed silence filled the room as