All Chapters of He Defends My Brother’s Killer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was done listening to my husband's confession of crime over the phone call. It's time when I unmasked his pretentious face and confront him directly. I wanted to go inside and give a hard slap on his face, but then my phone rang. It was my mother's voice. Her voice was weak, her words slurred. "Claire... your father... he collapsed. The doctors said it's a heart attack."I had no time to think. I stumbled out of the house, the rain-slicked streets a blur of lights and colors. I ran to the hospital, but it was too late. My father was gone. My family, once so full of life and music, was now a hollowed-out ruin. My brother was gone, my father was gone, and the man I loved was responsible for their death.I stood in the rain, the cold drops washing away the last traces of my past life. My love for Julian, once a vibrant flame, was now nothing but a pile of cold ash. I looked at the rain, and I knew what I had to do. I had to avenge my family. I had to make him pay. And I would not st

After Julian went with Layla, he did not return home for the whole week. He just left me a text. [I'm going on a business tour and won't be coming home before the weekend.]Within a few minutes, another text arrived. [After you and your brother apologize to Claire in her birthday party, I'll take you out on a candle light dinner that you always wanted. Take care.]I clenched the phone in my hand. He was luring me with a date at the same time lying about his business tour. I had already checked Layla's new post in which she had posted the picture of a honeymoon suit. She was laying on a man's bare chest. With one glance I could tell it was Julian. The tattoo of a lion was quite revealing to ignore.But, I did not expose his lies. It was the least thing I cared about in my life now. I simply typed a message. [Okay.]After that, I blocked his number and destroyed the sim card. On the other side, Julian was expecting a call from me, inspecting where he was and why did he go without m

Julian sank to his knees. A scream tore off his throat. That day a grown up adult man sobbed like a child. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Claire." He murmured. "I should have been with you. I didn't... I didn't know things will turn out like this." "I never thought your family... your family! I didn't want to see them dead. I didn't!"The ballroom was no longer a palace. It was a courtroom, and the verdict was written in the flashing lights of a hundred cameras. Julian stood paralyzed, the echo of his own voice from the screen—“My wife is a nobody”—ringing in his ears like a death knell."Mr. Williams?"A sharp, clinical voice broke through the chaotic murmurs. A man in a charcoal-grey suit stepped through the crowd. He wasn't a reporter or a guest. He carried a leather briefcase and an expression of profound disdain."I am Ethan Thorne, legal counsel for Claire White," the man announced, his voice cutting through Layla’s frantic sobbing.Julian’s heart leaped with a sickening hope. "Cla

The hum of the private jet was a low, soothing vibration, a stark contrast to the storm raging in my mind. I watched Michael through the semi-transparent partition. He was focused on a tablet, his sharp profile silhouetted against the bright clouds outside."Mike..." I whispered the name, the syllables feeling heavy and unfamiliar.My mother opened her eyes halfway, looking at the ceiling of the cabin as if she were reading a story written in the stars."He was the boy with the bruised knuckles and the brightest eyes," she murmured, her voice thick with nostalgia. "Before You and Julian were engaged, he was the person you would always tag along yourself no matter where you go. Mike was always at our gate.""He’d bring those wild berries you liked, the ones that only grew by the dangerous part of the creek. Your father used to say that boy had more heart than sense."I leaned in, my heart skipping a beat. "Why don’t I remember him clearly? Everything before the marriage feels like it’

There back in New York City, the cold, damp walls of the interrogation room at the central police department felt like a tomb to Julian. He sat huddled on a wooden chair, his tailored suit wrinkled and stained with sweat. "I need my phone! I need to talk to my lawyer!" Julian screamed at the iron door, his voice cracking. "Do you have any idea who I am? My wife is missing! She’s been kidnapped by a criminal! If anything happens to Claire, I will have all your badges!"His assistant had informed him that Michael was seen with Miss White at the seven star hotel before they both left together in a private jet.The heavy bolt slid back, and a weary inspector stepped in, tossing a folder onto the table."Save your breath, Mr. Julian," the inspector said flatly. "Your lawyers aren't coming. We’ve frozen your primary accounts following the discovery of the 'the fake pilagiarized music' controversy, and forcing someone to do suicide. You will be charged for an intentional murder.""Murder? Th