All Chapters of Never to look back: Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

The day of Daniel’s court appearance or his doom, rather, arrived without surprise; the outcome was even more predictable. There had never been any real question about the verdict.Quinton hated losing, it grated on him more than death itself, yet he had still taken on a case destined for failure, a guaranteed stain on his record. His old man owed Senior Mr. Holston, and duty left no room for refusal.What did come as a surprise, in this entire saga, was the media frenzy. The case drew more coverage than a political upheaval caught mid-explosion, broadcasted not only nationally but internationally, sparking a buzz that lingered for over a month.It was an open-and-shut case, weighed down by overwhelming, irrefutable evidence. In all fairness, neither Thomas nor Quinton were given the chance to display their professional prowess, two of the country’s most formidable barristers, each known for shaking courtrooms with their methodical and persuasive eloquence, reduced to spectators in a t

Grandpa Holston entrusted Ron with the message for Chris and Emile. He no longer had the face, nor the courage, to stand before them and endure the weight of disappointment.He had failed his best friend… and in doing so, shattered the trust and honour both Chris and Emile had once offered him without hesitation, despite the stakes in their peace if he failed their trust and let the information slip to his grandson.He knew better than anyone how fragile trust was … how precious it was when they offered it to him despite being aware of the risks. Although he had lived up to their trust for many years, he still failed them miserably when it mattered.What face did he have?Still… he couldn’t quite leave.Before leaving, he lingered in the shadows of Rose Villa, drawn by a longing he did not deserve. From afar, he caught sight of his great-grandsons.He did not step forward. He did not call out.Even this small farewell was beyond him. That would require dignity and courage, both of whic

“I understand.” Ron stood up; he felt disappointed even though he knew the outcome. He looked at Chris “I don’t blame you. I would do the same if I were in your shoes.”‘Would he? Would he even have the magnanimity to invite the person inside?’ The thought came uninvited. His face paled in shame.“Hymph!” Little treasure hmphed folding her arms across her chests; she looked like a puffer fish, her face puffed up and red in anger. However, Chris intervened before the little demon princess could throw a tantrum.He would have chosen silence; that was his norm. He never felt the need to explain himself to anyone other than his wife and family. But they never needed one.The only reason he intervened was his little firecracker. There were some battles that he didn’t want his kids to be tainted by, and this was one of them.Chris’s lips curled in mockery, as he said mildly, “I am not sure what you understand…”That was all. No raised voice. No edge.And yet, Ron felt it land harder than ang

Life slipped back into its familiar rhythm.Chris Jnr and Emm, along with their ever-present little tail, kept the entire household on its toes... decorating, re-decorating, and transforming their room into what they insisted was a “properly baby-friendly space.” Each new idea somehow demanded undoing the last, and the constant cycle drove everyone to the brink of madness.Until finally… Chris packed the trio off to Devil Island for training.“Finally… some peace. And my guilty pleasures.” Emile sighed contentedly, sinking into the couch as she unwrapped a bar of chocolate.Abbey arched a brow, glancing up from her tablet. She and Night Wing were knee-deep in wedding planning. Pulling everything together within a month was no easy feat… but at least neither of them had relatives hovering over their shoulders, offering opinions they didn’t ask for.A small mercy.“Those two have been driving me crazy,” Emile continued between bites, her tone light, her eyes bright. “Not allowed to eat t

Four weeks passed in a blink, and soon it was the morning of Abbey’s big day. She had no idea how time had slipped through her fingers. It seemed like she was in a dream, and she never wanted to wake up.She had her life carefully mapped out. Though she appeared bright and cheerful, Abbey understood the darkness of the world around her. The only light in her life had been a girl around the same age as her, the one who walked into a restroom where she was being bullied when she was around eight and led her out of that quagmire.The young girl had unwittingly entered the restroom where she was being bullied. But she didn’t walk away like the others, she thrashed every single one of them, like a rowdy overlord before holding her hands that were covered in filth without hesitation and leading her away. One might think that was the start of a beautiful friendship but to Abbey, it wasn’t.She was grateful to the Burke princess for standing up for her, for disregarding the filth on her hand a