Semua Bab Best Revenge: Don't Beg for Mercy, Ex-husband: Bab 171 - Bab 180

“My deepest condolences, Cousin-in-law.”As Killian and his assistant approached the large doors, the most annoying voice suddenly stopped him. Aaron appeared beside them, one hand in his pocket, his lips holding a smirk, his expression contrasting with the meaning of his words. “Such a tragic loss… Your grandfather built an empire with his bare hands. I only pray the right hands guide it now. If you ever feel overwhelmed, Killian, you know I’m always here to help… family should stick together, after all.”The mockery in his tone was obvious. Aaron had always popped in front of him, stating similar taunting words throughtout the funeral. Like always, Killian ignored him and entered the building. Aaron coughed behind, his chuckles sounding through the hallway as he followed them inside.In the large living room, every family member was present, including distant cousins and family connected through marriages. Everyone’s expression, eager with anticipation, was waiting for the lawy

According to the media, the trial would begin the next day. Kiara found herself turning on the TV in her office. The courtroom live stream played on the screen. The wood-paneled walls gleaming under the harsh lights, and the faint hum of the cameras created a strange rhythm she couldn’t shake. The gavel slammed. “Court will come to order,” the judge’s voice cut through the room, calm yet commanding. “This court will hear the case regarding the RK Group shares. All parties, please state your appearances for the record.”Killian stepped into frame. He was immaculately dressed, dark suit and sharp, hair perfectly in place. His shoulders were squared, but Kiara noticed a subtle tension in his jaw, a tiny crease between his brows. He scanned the courtroom, eyes landing briefly on the board members, the cameras, the opposing counsel.Aaron followed, walking with a casual confidence that made her stomach tighten. Beside him, Greg sat perfectly still, his posture immaculate, his hand fol

Kiara returned home that evening, even more apprehensive after seeing the headlines and the netizens’ comments. She left her grandfather’s place without getting to discuss anything with him, because her grandfather was currently enraged by everything that was going on.Kiara knew that the old man had a high sense of justice, but it still surprised her that he was rooting for Killian. Well, every morally upright person would. The housekeeper was still around, and Kiara dismissed her early, taking it upon herself to prepare dinner.She cooked Greg’s favorite meals, spreading the dining table with various cuisines. When he returned, Kiara welcomed him at the door.“Did you cook tonight?” He asked after taking a single bite.Kiara nodded, watching him eat silently. She didn’t have any appetite and didn’t eat that much. When he was done eating, she washed the plates in the kitchen and went upstairs to find him coming out of the closet. “Greg…”“What is it?”Kiara joined him on the bal

The Next Day was the weekend. The morning sunlight spilled softly across the dining table, but the air between them was cold. Kiara set his cup of coffee down gently, her voice steady despite the restless night she’d spent awake. “About what you said…” she began softly. “I want to clear the misunderstanding, Greg. I don’t love Killian anymore. Whatever we had ended a long time ago. We’re not enemies, that’s true, but that doesn’t mean there are feelings left.”He didn’t look at her. His jaw worked, tense, distrust carved into every line of his face. “So you expect me to believe that? When you were inseparable in Geneva–”“No–”“You defend him every chance you get. Tell me, why? Why do you always take his side!?”“I am not taking his side,” Kiara replied softly, wondering why he kept mentioning Geneva, wondering which monster had lied to him that she and Killian had been inseparable during the business conference. “I am being fair, Greg. That’s all.”He pushed back his chair sharpl

The judge rapped the gavel, its sudden sound jolting her. “Court is now in session. The verdict will be read.”A hush fell over the room, the kind that made breathing feel loud. Kiara clutched the edge of her purse, her heart hammering in her ears. “The court, after reviewing all evidence, witness testimonies, and arguments,” the judge began, his voice steady but firm, “rules in favor of the defendant. The plaintiff’s claims regarding shares, ownership, and operational authority are hereby denied. The will of the late Mr. Damian Reid shall be upheld.”The words landed like a hammer striking steel. Killian’s face went pale. He remained standing for a brief moment, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the judge, before his shoulders slumped. Cars, offices, accounts, the villa- everything tied to the RK Group was now lost. Board members whispered, some bowing their heads in quiet acquiescence to the new authority. Aaron allowed himself a slow, deliberate smirk. Triumph radiated from him like a