All Chapters of LOVE AND CRIME: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

Clinton had promised Michael on the search of the whereabouts of the reporter, Elias Clifford. So, Michael has been calm for days, waiting in hope for a good outcome, while having a shared affection towards Regina, he hid the secret in his heart.Every Saturday as promised, Michael and Regina went on dates. This time, they went outside the school premises, inviting themselves to a five star restaurant, one with class and elegance.“But Michael, this restaurant looks very expensive. We should leave.” Regina pointed out.“Relax! I got two limited discount prices tickets. We are getting quality continental dishes at lower prices,” Michael replied, pulling out a chair gesturing for Regina to sit. He placed a kiss on her lips, one with longing and want, not minding the eyes that watch. Regina chuckles shyly immediately.‘I love you,’ she mouthed. Michael did the same and walked towards his sit opposite hers.They ordered and ate, having a blast of their moments together. The air was cosy a

Driven by a cold, newfound clarity, Regina moved to dismantle the lies that had defined her life. She held two hard copies of the DNA results like weapons, ready to confront the people who had allowed her to live in a manufactured reality.Regina found Barr John in his study. She dropped the medical lab result onto his desk, the paper sliding across the polished wood like a challenge.“Hello Uncle. Or should I say, Dad?” she stated, her voice not trembling with fear, but with a volcanic anger. “I learned the secret recently. All of it, thanks to your god-fearing soon to be ex-wife, who loves God and fear evil, unlike you.”As he reached for the paper, she began blabbing, the words pouring out of her with a frantic intensity. She expressed exactly how angry she was- not just at the biological link, but at the decades of silence and the blood he had allowed Raymond to spill to keep his reputation intact. She didn’t wait for his legal jargon or his excuses. Before he could even utter a w

It was Sunday morning, the atmosphere at Aunt Maria’s home was already strained, but the arrival of Barr John shattered what little peace remained. He didn’t enter with his usual legal poise, he arrived broken, his face stained with tears that seemed to leak from a man who had finally lost everything.“She’s gone, Regina,” John choked out, his voice thick with a grief that felt almost too per formative. “My wife… she was murdered.”He detailed a scene that felt hauntingly familiar. Mrs Odion had been attempting to cross a major road when she was brushed by a speeding car- a hit-and-run that mirrored the accidents of the past. He claimed she was rushed to the hospital, but the damage was internal and severe, she died in less than two hours.“It was Nelly,” John hissed, his grief turning into a sharp, pointed weapon. “She’s behind this. They covered it up to look like a mishap, just like they always do. But I can’t live with the blood on my hands anymore.”In a startling display of appa

Inside the precinct, the higher powers worked fast. The moment Clinton’s phone was confiscated, tech specialists bypassed his encryption. They didn't see Regina yet, but they saw the constant stream of messages between Clinton and Michael, and more dangerously, the cryptic coordinates sent by Elias Clifford.​The news travelled up the chain of corruption within minutes. When Raymond received the call, the colour drained from his face.Raymond didn't use the phone; he drove straight to the estate. He found Nelly and Barrister John together, “They have the logs," Raymond blurted out, pacing the room like a caged animal. "Clinton was talking to an old reporter from The People’s Watch. They’ve linked up with Michael, my late brother’s son, and they are sitting on ten years of our ghosts. We have to move now. We burn the sanctuary, kill the reporter, and take back every scrap of evidence they have."“What?!” Nelly screamed, and even the Barrister was surprised. He had no knowledge of the d

The atmosphere in the courtroom for the final sentencing was suffocating, thick with the scent of old dust and the weight of decades-old lies finally being crushed. Barr John stood at the centre, no longer the polished, arrogant lawyer of the elite, but a man performing a desperate, resilient exorcism of his own past.​ With a voice that didn't waver, John laid out the final, missing piece of the puzzle: The motive."Edward didn't die because of a random accident," John told the court, his eyes fixed on the judge. "He died because he found the truth. He discovered that Regina was my biological daughter—the result of my affair with Nelly. He was going to strip us of his name, his wealth, and his legacy. Nelly couldn't lose the empire, so she called her 'cleaner,' Raymond."The pressure finally broke the bond between the villains. Seeing the gallows staring him in the face, Raymond snapped. He looked at Nelly, who sat like a stone statue, still whispering lies to her legal team, and he