Semua Bab Heiress Return: Revenge Of The Crippled Ex-Wife: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Clarence’s POV. The courtroom was quiet except for the voice of the judge echoing through the large space. My heart was pounding, but I held my chin high, hands folded in my lap, trying to appear composed. As the judge read out the day's judgment, siding once again with my legal team, I felt a wave of relief washes over me. It was subtle, but real. We had been fighting for this for two exhausting months. This was our fourth hearing, and every single one had leaned in my favor. Piece by piece, the truth was coming out—how my mother’s company had been snatched from me by a web of manipulation, lies, and carefully signed papers I had never been meant to understand. But now, finally, it was all unfolding in public. I glanced to my right and caught the expression on my stepmother’s face. She looked like she wanted to throw something across the room. Her lips were pressed into a line, her arms crossed like she was holding herself together by force. Beside her, my half-sister looked jus

Clarence’s POV.I was running ten minutes late and it was enough to make me feel rushed. As the elevator climbed, I tried to steady my thoughts. Daniel had texted his apartment number earlier, and everything about the message had seemed normal. Still, something in my chest felt unsettled.Maybe it was just the situation. Meeting a man I barely knew in his home to plan a fake marriage for court, wasn’t exactly typical. But I needed this. I reminded myself that it was only temporary. A necessary piece in a game that was already stacked against me.The elevator doors opened into a private hallway. His apartment door was already ajar. I hesitated a second before pushing it open.“Come in,” Daniel called from somewhere inside.The apartment was sleek and expensive-looking. Every piece of furniture looked like it had been placed there by a designer. It was the kind of home that gave away nothing about the person living in it. There were no family photos or clutter. Just clean surfaces an

Julian’s POV.The apartment was quiet when we got there. My investigator moved ahead of me, checking the hallway, but I didn’t wait. I shoved the door open and stepped inside without thinking. I didn’t care if it was reckless. I couldn’t waste another second.The place was barely furnished. A couch, a few boxes. There were no pictures on the wall, no sign of real life, just a hiding place.“Daniel!” I shouted, my voice echoing.There was a pause, then the sound of someone moving fast behind a closed door. I didn’t hesitate. I pushed it open and found him standing there, pretending to be surprised.“She’s not here,” he said too quickly. “You’ve got the wrong—”I didn’t let him finish. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall. “Where is she?” I growled, my voice low and furious.He tried to lie again, something about her leaving earlier, but I didn’t care. I saw the chair in the corner of the room with ropes hanging off it, stained red.My investigator mo

Clarence’s POV.I woke up early before the sun rose. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. The ceiling was unfamiliar. Plain white with a light fixture I didn’t recognize. Then I remembered everything that had happened. The kidnapping, the rescue, and the marriage.I was at Julian’s place in one of his guest rooms.I sat up slowly, sore all over, but mostly just exhausted. My mouth was dry, and my thoughts were a mess, scattered like broken glass. I let myself sit there for a moment, listening to the quiet sound of the air conditioning, breathing in and out, trying not to cry again.I had cried enough.Eventually, I pulled myself out of bed. The clothes I had worn yesterday were folded neatly on the chair. Julian must’ve asked someone to clean them. I changed slowly, staring at my reflection in the mirror as I buttoned the blouse. My face was pale, my eyes sunken.Today was the hearing, the last one.I ran a brush through my hair and kept it simple. When I stepped into the hallw

Clarence’s POV. It was finally the day the judge ruled on the judgment and outcome of the case. The courtroom felt colder than it had been previously. Maybe it was the nerves settling into my bones. Maybe it was the finality in the air. I don’t know. All I knew was that everything I had left, everything I had fought for, came down to the next few hours. Julian sat beside me. His presence was solid, like a steady breath in the chaos. He didn’t say much—just offered me a coffee this morning and made sure I got to the courthouse on time. But even without words, he made me feel like I wasn’t walking into this alone. And that mattered more than I could explain. My lawyer stood and began to present our closing statements. Evidence was placed on the screen, voice recordings replayed, documents projected with timestamps and signatures that proved everything we’d been saying all along. I watched it unfold like a story I already knew by heart, and yet, every time they pointed to somethi