บททั้งหมดของ From Ashes To The Billionaire's Arms : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

SOPHIA Victor's mother tugged at his arm, whispering something urgently, but he shrugged her off like she was nothing more than a nuisance The sharp sound of the gavel echoed in the courtroom, silencing the tension that crackled in the air. The judge’s cold, firm voice followed almost immediately, warning Victor to sit down and keep quiet or risk being held in contempt of court. For a long, thick second, Victor stood there, his body rigid with anger, his jaw clenched tight as though it pained him to obey. Then, slowly, he sank back into his seat, his burning gaze still pinned on me, as if he was daring me to say another word. My lawyer, Leonard Park, turned toward me once again, his voice measured as he asked, “Miss Quinn, do you have anything further you’d like to say to the court?” I shook my head gently and spoke clearly, my voice carrying through the room. “No. That is all.” I had already said everything there was to say. Leonard nodded slowly, then gestured toward

SOPHIA Caleb’s fingers brushed over the back of my hand in a brief, silent reassurance, his touch grounding me in a moment when my heart felt too fragile to hold still. He gave me a quiet look, one that said everything without speaking a word, before rising from his seat and walking to the witness stand with an ease that could have fooled anyone into thinking he wasn’t carrying the weight of everything that was about to be said. His steps were purposeful, and as he approached the witness box, there was a stillness in the room, as if everyone, even Victor, even Isabella, was holding their breath. Leonard Park’s voice broke the silence, calm and sure as he spoke. “Mr. Foster,” he began, “are you aware that you are the biological father of Miss Sophia Quinn’s unborn child?” Caleb nodded without hesitation. “Yes,” he answered, his voice unwavering. Leonard gave a nod of acknowledgment. “And could you explain to this court how that came to be? Specifically, what happened on th

VICTOR I didn’t wait for long after the judge dismissed the case. I didn’t look at my mother. I didn’t look at Isabella. I didn’t even look at Sophia. I just stood up, forced my feet to move, and walked out of that room with my pride torn to shreds and my rage boiling like acid in my veins. My hands shook as I opened the car door, slammed it shut, and drove off without thinking. I didn’t even know where I was going. I just needed to get away from there. From them. From the crushing weight of what had just happened. When I finally pulled the car over to the side of the road, I sat there for a long time. The engine idled as I stared through the windshield at nothing. I forced myself to breathe, to keep my hands steady on the wheel, but it was no use. My mind was a war zone. Every word that had been said in that courtroom kept replaying, dragging me down deeper. Caleb’s confidence. Sophia’s answers. My lawyer looking at me like I was already defeated. And then there was the judge.

SOPHIA I watched Victor walk away from the table, his shoulders stiff, until he disappeared around the corner of the coffee shop. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. Whether his words had been genuine or just another part of his endless games, I couldn’t be sure. But I hoped, for my own sake, that it was finally over. That from this moment on, I could live my life in peace without having to fight him anymore. I sat there in silence for a moment until Caleb walked back to me. He took the seat beside me and rested his hand gently on mine. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. I nodded, though I wasn’t entirely sure. “It’s strange,” I said, glancing toward the door where Victor had left. “He said he was giving up. That he wished me happiness.” I paused, trying to process it all. “Do you think he meant it?” Caleb smiled faintly, but his eyes were cautious. “Given Victor’s history, I’m not giving him the benefit of the doubt. It’s possible he has something up his slee

CALEB When I opened my eyes, the room was quiet. The scent of disinfectant hung in the air, and the dull hum of machines pulsed softly in the background. My head felt heavy, my body weak, but I could feel the presence of someone close. As my vision cleared, I saw two familiar faces—my sister, Melody, and our mother. They were sitting on either side of my hospital bed, both looking like they hadn’t slept in days. I blinked slowly, trying to process where I was. My throat was dry, but I managed to sit up halfway. “What happened?” I asked, my voice hoarse. Melody leaned forward immediately, her face filled with worry. “You passed out, Caleb. We were just talking, and then suddenly… you collapsed. I panicked. I called the driver, rushed you to the hospital, and then called Mom.” She reached for my hand, and I didn’t pull away, but my mind was elsewhere. Her voice faded for a moment as memories came back to me, slow and broken, like puzzle pieces rearranging themselves. I remembe