All Chapters of BETRAYAL: The Day I Died.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

We left the commissioner's office in silence, but my heart was pounding like a drum in my chest. The hallway felt too quiet, like the calm before a storm. Every step we took echoed in my ears.Benjamin walked beside me, his hand brushing against mine and he held it. His jaw was tight, and I could tell he was thinking ahead, always calculating, always controlled. But underneath all that, I knew he felt the weight of this moment.We stepped outside into the harsh daylight. The sun felt strange on my skin."Come with me," Benjamin said quietly, leading me to his car.The drive was quiet, we didn't speak. Just the sound of tires on asphalt and my thoughts racing through every memory that led to this day. We reached the street near the Blackwood mansion before the police convoy arrived. I stayed inside the car, parked behind a tinted SUV. Benjamin sat beside me, watching the front gates like a hunter tracking prey.The officers arrived with precision. Six vehicles. No sirens. Just flashin

The ride home was quiet. The kind that settles when everyone’s heart is still catching up with their thoughts. Benjamin sat beside me, both hands on the wheel, focused but calm. I kept stealing glances at him, wondering how one person could carry so much weight for someone else and never ask for anything in return.When we pulled into the driveway, I saw the porch light already on. My mom was waiting already.I didn’t even wait for the engine to go off. I got out of the car and rushed inside.“Mama!”She stood from the couch slowly, but the second our eyes met, everything else disappeared. I dropped my bag on the floor and wrapped my arms around her.Her body was warm. “You did it,” she whispered into my shoulder. Her voice trembled. “You really did it, baby.”I nodded, burying my face in her neck. “We did it mummy.”Behind me, Benjamin stepped in, closing the door softly.My mummy pulled back slightly, brushing my hair away from my face. “You look so tired.”“I’m okay,” I said, hold

The silence was awkward when we got in the car.I could see Benjamin’s grip on the steering wheel tighten. He looked so angry. His jaw was clenched, and the veins on his hand stood out like they were about to pop.I needed to say something. So I asked quietly, “How did you know where I was?”He looked at me for the first time since we got into the car. His eyes were cold, hard. And then just as quickly, he looked back at the road.His voice was low, but full of frustration. “Why didn’t you tell me he called you? Why did you go and see him without telling me? What if he hurt you or it was a trap?”I blinked. I knew I had made a mistake, but I didn’t expect this much anger.“It was not a trap,” I said, trying to stay calm. “He didn’t hurt me, did he?”I could see anger boiling in his eyes. His lips pressed into a tight line, his nostrils flaring slightly. But he said nothing.“I just wanted to know what he wanted to talk about,” I continued, keeping my voice low. “I wanted to settle eve

The car ride to the courthouse was quiet, almost heavy with unspoken tension. I sat in the passenger's seat while my mother sat in the back seat. Benjamin’s hand rested on my knee, steady and grounding. My mother stared out the window, her face pale but calm, her hands folded tightly in her lap.As we pulled up to the courthouse steps, the flash of cameras struck again just like last time, but this time, I didn’t flinch. We weren’t here to plead or beg. We were here for justice.Benjamin stepped out first, helping me and my mother down. Marco was already waiting for us near the entrance in his crisp suit, briefcase in hand and eyes scanning the crowd.“Are you ready?” he asked me.I nodded once. “Yes.”We walked in together. Security led us straight through, and I noticed some of the same officers from the pre-trial hearing. The energy in the building was tense. The court was packed with press, spectators, and legal teams. Everyone was watching this case. The fall of the Blackwoods ha

It’s been two weeks since we finally got justice.Today, we were at the company—the one Aurora and Mr. Blackwood stole from my mother. We came to get my mother’s shares back.I held her hand as we rode the elevator to the executive floor. She didn’t say much, but her grip was firm. Benjamin stood tall behind us, his presence steady, like always.When the elevator dinged and the doors slid open, we stepped out into the boardroom. Executives were already seated, murmuring among themselves when they saw us walk in. Some looked surprised, a few looked disgusted and angry, while others just watched.I didn’t care what they thought. I pulled out a chair for my mum and helped her sit. Then I sat beside her, with Benjamin on my other side.Reporters filled the room, their cameras flashing. Benjamin had made sure of that, he wanted the whole world to see that my mother belonged here.A lawyer stepped forward, holding the final documents. He placed them on the table in front of my mother and ha