He Left Her Broken, She Returned a Weapon のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Chapter 91The courtroom was quiet, smelling of floor wax and stale tension. With only a handful of people scattered across the varnished wooden benches, the silence felt heavy, suffocating. At the defense table, Suzanne sat rigid, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the large desk in front of her. Beside her, Michael’s hand remained anchored to hers—a grounding force in a storm—while Jessica leaned in close, her eyes filled with frantic, whispered encouragements. They had no idea what to expect."Everything will be fine, Su," Jessica whispered reassuringly close to Suzzane, "all you just need to do is maintain your cool. No matter what."Suzanne managed to nod, but she could barely hear all what Jessica had said. She could barely even sit. The doors swung open, and Davey entered. He moved with a practiced, calculated grace, his lawyer, Mr. Andrew, trailing behind him like a shadow. As Davey took his seat at the opposing table, his eyes locked with Suzanne’s. It wasn't a l

Chapter 93 The afternoon sun had long since surrendered to the bruised purples of dusk when Mallory bolted upright, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The silence of the house—usually filled with the rhythmic ticking of the hallway clock—felt heavy, oppressive. Her gaze darted to the alarm clock glowing on the nightstand. 5:15 PM. The breath hitched in her throat, a cold spike of adrenaline piercing through her veins. Daisy. The school gates closed at four. She was extremely late. "Oh, God," she gasped, the sound ragged in the stillness of the bedroom. She scrambled out of bed, her feet tangling in the duvet, her mind a frantic blur of motion. She had felt a little dizzy earlier that afternoon and decided to take a nap, but overslept in the process. She didn't bother with makeup or styling her hair; she threw on a beige trench coat over her house clothes, shoved her feet into loafers, and sprinted for the front door, her keys clattering against the hardw

Chapter 95Naomi sat perched on a hard-backed chair at the far end of the dim room, her presence marked only by the predatory stillness of her posture. She remained motionless, eyes fixed unblinkingly on the small figure sprawled across the bed. Her face was a mask of triumph and excitement. Her eyes held a poisonous envy, a silent testament to the long-awaited vengeance she had finally claimed.Slowly, she rose, her movements fluid and deliberate, like a shadow stretching across the floor. She approached the bed and sank onto the edge of the mattress, the springs yielding gently under her weight. Up close, the sight of the sleeping child ignited something primal within her; her features twisted, shifting from calm malice into a mask of raw, visceral fury. A wicked, jagged grin began to etch itself across her face as she replayed the afternoon’s events in her mind—the ease with which she had plucked Daisy from the school gates, vanishing into the grey anonymity of the city before an

Chapter 97 St. Augustus highschool was bubbling with arriving students as usual at the early hours of that morning. Daisy's car arrived, and gently, she stepped out, took her backpack with her before turning to address Sam, the driver. "When you are come to pick me up at noon, I'm pretty sure Dad will tell you to take me straight to Mom's house. Just so you know, I'm not going there. You will have to take me somewhere else." Daisy's commanding voice rose, her eyes holding a look of nonchalance. Sam, a young man in his early twenties who had been hired specifically to take Daisy to school, glanced up at the girl, and sighed tiredly. "You know disobeying your father always ends up pretty bad. I really don't..." "You know you can't disobey me too, Sam. You don't want me to tell my Dad what you do during your breaks." Daisy threatened with a knowing look on her pretty face. She leaned closer to Sam, and whispered, "think about what he would say when he finds out you've been ta

Chapter 99"She didn't come with you?" Suzanne asked as soon as Jayson stepped into that house. He shook his head with an apologetic look on his face. "I really tried to make her come. But she's just very stubborn." Michael joined them in the living room, and planted a soft kiss on Suzanne's lips. "You look tired, Su. You should rest." "I've been cooking," Suzanne replied with a sigh, "but that brat has refused to show up. I don't want to go over to Davey's house. I don't want to see that family." "I think she might go to her grandma's house, though. I overheard her saying she wasn't going home after school. I tried to make her come here, but..." "It's okay, my love. I know you've tried your best." Suzanne cut in softly before turning to look at Michael. "You should head back to the office then. You don't want to miss the new investors." "I will see you guys when I return...""Dad!" A voice called from the stairs. Michael turned at the sound of frantic footsteps, his expression