All Chapters of Revenge: Rising Beyond the Tempest : Chapter 121 - Chapter 125

The courtroom felt different that morning. It was not louder or fuller than before, yet something in the air had shifted. The usual murmurs were subdued, conversations reduced to hushed whispers that died quickly, as though everyone present sensed that this session would cut deeper than the rest.Celine O’Neil sat in her place, hands folded calmly on the desk before her. On the surface, she appeared composed, her posture steady, her gaze forward. Inside, however, she braced herself. Each day of the trial had stripped away another layer of the past she had fought so hard to bury. She had learned to endure it, but endurance did not mean immunity.Barrister Okoro sat beside her, reviewing his notes with quiet focus. He had not said much since they arrived, but his stillness carried purpose. Across the room, Evelyn Brooks sat stiffly at the defense table, her eyes sharp, scanning the room with a guarded vigilance. The confidence she once wielded so easily now seemed forced, held toge

The Brooks mansion sat under a heavy, unsettling stillness that pressed against the walls and lingered in the air. Adam and Barbra sat on opposite ends of the living room, both facing the television without truly watching it. The past weeks had drained them in ways neither had words for. Every headline, every whispered comment, every look of pity or judgment had chipped away at what remained of their pride.In one corner of the room, Evelyn Brooks sat rigidly in her armchair, fingers wrapped tightly around the leather armrest, knuckles pale beneath her flawless manicure. Bail had returned her to the mansion, but not her power. The house no longer bowed to her presence. It merely tolerated it.The news anchor's voice shifted tone, smooth but deliberate."…in breaking business news, following its financial collapse, Brooks Enterprises has officially been sold."Adam straightened slowly, his breath hitching. Barbra leaned forward, sensing what was coming before the words landed."The

Celine returned home just before evening settled fully into the city, the sky still holding onto streaks of pale gold and grey. The mansion gates closed behind her car with a muted finality, and for the first time since the verdict was delivered, she allowed herself to breathe without restraint. The trial was over. Evelyn Brooks was going to prison. Barbra had been sentenced. Adam had been cleared. Justice had been served.Inside the house, the mood was noticeably lighter than it had been in weeks.Carter was the first to speak when she walked into the living room, his posture relaxed in a way she had not seen since before the assassination attempt. Collins stood near the window, a glass of wine already in his hand, his expression satisfied but alert, as though relief did not erase instinct. Emilia hovered nearby with her tablet forgotten on the couch, smiling openly for once. Barrister Okoro sat comfortably in an armchair, her jacket off, looking less like a courtroom general and