All Chapters of Too Late To Love, I want Revenge Now!: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

VictorThe moment the judge walked back into the courtroom, it felt like the air grew ten times heavier. The walls closed in. The buzzing whispers died off like a switch had been flipped. Everyone knew what was coming, we could feel it hanging in the silence like a blade waiting to fall.I reached for Freya’s hand and held it tightly. Her fingers were cold but steady. She didn’t look at me, her eyes were locked on the judge and she was calm and focused. God, she was incredible.“All rise,” the bailiff called out, and everyone stood.My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. I didn’t care about the cameras flashing, or the people whispering. My entire focus was on Sonia and Dennis sitting in the defendant’s box.They looked like shadows of themselves. Dennis had lost that smugness he wore like cologne. Sonia wasn’t smiling anymore. She didn’t even look at her mother anymore. That bridge had burned to ashes.The judge adjusted his glasses and began to speak. His voice was cal

FreyaWe barely could wait to get back to the hotel. We were all over each other through the drive, kissing, smooching and making out like we hadn’t seen each other in years. Once the car stopped in front of the hotel, we hurried to our suite, pulling Victor with me. I couldn't even look away from his face as I pushed the key into the door and opened it.I was ready to throw myself over his shoulder and let him make passionate love to me, in a rough and wild manner.As soon as we got in, I dipped my tongue down his throat while he struggled to shut the door behind us. We found our way to the chair while kissing desperately like our lives depended on it. It was as if I would never get another chance to be intimate with him. Soft moans kept coming as I licked and sucked his lips and mouth passionately."You taste so sweet, babe," I muttered in his ear, while he moaned."You too, love." He muttered too and then slid his hands over my a*s, gripped my luscious cheeks tight, and spun me ar

Freya Being wrapped up in Victor’s arms after all the surprises, and all the love he’d poured into every single gesture… I realized how lucky I am. He makes me feel so loved it’s overwhelming. I didn’t even know I had tears on my face until he held my face up and kissed the tears away without saying a word, like he understood exactly what they meant. They were tears of joy.And when he pulled me closer again, his voice was a low whisper against my neck, “Let me love you again. Slowly. Properly. No surprises this time. Just… us.”I didn’t speak. I just nodded. What followed wasn’t rushed or desperate, it was slow and full of all the things we hadn’t said in words. He held me like I was something to be treasured, not possessed. Every touch was gentle, every kiss lingering. We weren’t trying to prove anything. We were just… there. Present and in love. And I could feel it in the way his fingers brushed over my skin, how he whispered my name like it was sacred.We didn’t just have s*x, we

SoniaI was sitting on the cold plastic chair in the clinic, flinching every time the nurse dabbed the gauze across my cheek. It stung like hell. My eye was still swelling shut, and my lip had cracked open again. I tried not to wince too obviously, but my pride had taken a worse beating than my face. I hate being here, I hate that I’d ended up like this… in prison, bruised and alone. The nurse, a young woman with tired eyes, was quiet as she worked. I was grateful for that. I didn’t want small talk. What was she supposed to say anyway? “Looks like you pissed off the wrong people”? I already knew that.Then the door opened and another nurse poked her head in."You have a visitor," she said, glancing at me like I was some stray dog someone had taken pity on.A visitor? I hadn’t asked for anyone. Nobody was supposed to be coming. My stomach dropped.“Who?” I asked, more defensive than curious.She hesitated. “Your mom.”My throat tightened. I stared at her, the words sinking in like lea

SoniaIt has been a week since my mom came to check up on me and promised to get me a new lawyer. Every day since then, I’d stare at the ceiling in my bunk, pace the small patch of floor in my cell, and jump every time the guard passed like maybe, maybe they were coming to tell me my new lawyer had arrived.But nothing came, no calls or news. It was just complete silence. And silence inside a place like this? It eats at you. It’s like being buried alive with your own thoughts. My cellmate started asking if I was okay on the third day. I lied and said I was fine. On the fifth day, she stopped asking.After a week of no news still, I couldn’t take it anymore. The payphone in the common area had a line, like it always did, this time, it was even so long but I didn’t care. I stood there, arms crossed, biting the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t say something stupid and get written up again. When I finally got my turn, my hands were shaking so bad I nearly dropped the receiver.I dialed he