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From where Emmeline stood, she could see the sharp lines of Zavian’s jaw and the calm determination in his expression.“But that won’t be enough.” Zavian’s voice sharpened, each word carrying an edge of steel. “We’re going to reclaim everything that was taken from her. Her rights. Her dignity. From anyone who frames her for a crime she never committed.”His gaze darkened and his next words were laced with quiet fury. “A man who, let’s be honest, is the real criminal here.”Richard’s face turned pale. “Criminal?” he repeated, barely audible.Zavian rested a steady hand on Emmeline’s back. All of the fear she had been clinging to seemed to vanish when he looked directly into her eyes.“Yes, criminal,” Zavian said firmly. “Emmeline has been a victim of domestic violence, and she plans to file a lawsuit against you as well.”He turned back to Richard, his voice steady but cold. “In fact, we’ll be heading straight from here to get a medical report documenting the injuries she suffered befor

Emmeline stood frozen in the middle of the living room.“Richard called earlier to inform me you insulted him in front of everyone. He claims you’ve been conspiring with one of your neighbors to set him up. And now, he’s threatening me. He said if we support this divorce, he’ll have his father dissolve our partnership.” her father’s voice was cold and sharp.“You should’ve at least told us what you were planning,” he continued. “Instead, you’ve thrown us all into this mess without warning! Do you even understand the consequences of what you’ve done?”“You should’ve talked to us first,” Emile’s tone came softer but no less firm. He stood by the window, his hands in his pockets, his jaw tight. “You’ve put us in a difficult position, Emmeline.”Emmeline’s fingers tightened around the handles of her suitcases, her knuckles turning white. Her father’s words stung, and her brother’s calm rebuke only added to the weight pressing down on her.For a moment, guilt flickered in her mind, but it w

Emmeline woke up early the next morning to get ready for the meeting. She choose a beige blouse tucked into tailored trousers, paired with a long brown coat.She wanted to look professional yet comfortable. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she stared at her phone, waiting for Zavian’s message.Finally, “I’m outside.” His message came.Emmeline’s heart fluttered as she jumped to her feet. “I’m coming down right away,” she typed back. “I just hope my mother doesn’t get in my way.”With that, she grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and left her room quietly. To her relief, the house was still silent. Her mother must still be asleep.She slipped out the front door, closing it softly behind her and let out a sigh of relief.“Looks like I’m lucky today,” Emmeline murmured.Taking the elevator to the ground floor, she stepped out into the crisp morning air.Her excitement boiled over when she immediately spotted Zavian’s car parked by the curb and her steps quickened.‘Why do I feel l

"This is quite unprecedented, you know." Brody leaned back in his leather chair, a predatory gleam dancing in his dark eyes. "Zavian never introduces me to his acquaintances. He's rather famous for keeping his personal and professional lives strictly separated. You must be... special."The pause before his last word was deliberate and loaded with insinuation."Even the tiniest secrets matter in court." He drummed his manicured fingers on the polished desk. "I pride myself on crafting flawless arguments, but surprises?" His lip curled. "Those I cannot tolerate. In my experience, Ms. Lawson, hidden truths have a way of surfacing at the most inopportune moments."A sharp ringtone pierced the tension.Zavian glanced at his screen and his expression shifted in a heartbeat. "I need to take this." He offered Emmeline a reassuring smile before slipping out."Ms. Lawson." Brody's voice drew her attention like a puppet master pulling strings.His tone had shifted, becoming more businesslike. "Th

Emmeline narrowed her eyes, fighting the warmth creeping into her cheeks and the strange flutter in her chest that had nothing to do with fear. "I locked everything myself. Triple-checked it, actually. Every door, every window."Zavian leaned forward with his elbows finding their place on the polished wood as if they belonged there.The movement brought a whiff of his cologne - something expensive and subtle with notes of cedar and something darker she couldn't quite place. "You were lost in your own little world," he murmured. "Wearing that charming expression of concentration, completely oblivious to everything around you." His finger traced an idle pattern on the bar top, drawing her eyes to his elegant yet strong hands, with a signet ring glinting on his right hand. "I simply couldn't resist the opportunity to... drop in."Emmeline huffed. “Well, congratulations. You’ve officially startled me out of my skin.”“You don’t look very happy to see me,” Zavian remarked, arching an eyebro