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Susan's POV"Richard Morrison," I repeated slowly. "He's my lawyer."They froze, silent, as one is when one has just heard something one shouldn't have.One of the younger officers mumbled, "No... impossible. Not that Morrison. It's inconceivable."Another stepped back slightly, his eyes fixed on the phone in my hand, as if it were about to explode.The one closest to me cleared his throat nervously. "Um... ma'am, we... we're going to make sure you're comfortable while you wait."I tilted my head. "What happened to 'no lawyer can help me'?"He tried to smile, but it was forced. "We... are doing our job, ma'am. We don't mean you any harm." I leaned back against the bench, arms crossed.The trembling in my chest finally subsided into a more stable, almost menacing feeling.Because if they were afraid of Richard Morrison… then Alexander Walker was going to be in serious trouble.One of the officers, the one who had mocked me earlier, approached the cell with small steps. His voice tremb

Susan's POVA sharp pain shot through my palm the moment she touched Becca's cheek.My hand burned, but God… it felt good. Becca's eyes widened, and her hand went to her face as if to hold back the shock.She seemed frozen, as if her brain had been switched off.I took a step toward her, breathless. "Next time," I said softly, but menacingly, "don't ever touch me again. Because you'll get something much worse than a slap."Her mouth opened, closed, then opened again, but no words came out.She stood there, rooted to the spot, her hand on her cheek, as if fighting to maintain her dignity.The Chief, God rest his soul, acted as if he hadn't seen anything. He cleared his throat and signaled the police car. “Ms. Susan, please get in.”And that was it. No reprimand, no questions, nothing. As if I’d simply fixed my hair, without having assaulted the Walkers’ latest trophy.I turned away from Becca, still silent, her eyes brimming with tears, her face red from the slap, and got into the car

Susan's Point of ViewI arrived at Mr. Charles's office and knocked lightly."Come in," he said from inside.I pushed open the door and entered a spacious office filled with the faint scent of luxury perfume and polished wood.Charles looked up at me and smiled broadly, a friendly and confident smile. He was handsome, with a polished, professional look… but as I approached the chair in front of his desk, something about him stirred within me.It wasn't him specifically, but the shape of his jaw… the slight smile… something familiar.Something that conjured up in my mind the face of the stranger next to whom I had woken up. My heart skipped a beat.For a moment, I almost convinced myself that it was the same person.But no, the stranger had a darker, rougher, more intense aura. The kind of man who could break a woman with a single glance.Yet… part of me longed to see him again. Another part of me, stronger, far more frightening, wanted to see Richard Morrison.Even though one of these

Susan's POVI had barely stepped out of the bathroom, the warmth of the steam still clinging to my skin, when my phone beeped on the bed.Wrapped in a towel, I picked it up, already praying it wasn't the person I was dreading.But of course, it was him.Alexander.Just seeing his name gave me goosebumps. The brief respite the bath had brought me evaporated like mist.I opened the message."Go to my dad's for the Walker reunion. You wouldn't want to miss it. And don't think you'll get away with slapping Becca."I stood there staring at the screen for a long moment, torn between wanting to laugh and the irritation that was gnawing at me.He spoke as if he were my master. As if he still had that power.He didn't. And I didn't respond. I didn't need to.I tossed my phone aside, finished getting dressed, and then paused for a moment.My gaze fell on the file lying on the table. The complaint.I smiled slightly.I discreetly slipped it into my bag, making sure it was clearly visible, within

Susan's POVAlexander slammed his fist on the table. "Stay in your place, Susan! This is my father's house, not your room."I turned to him, impassive. "I know mine. Perhaps you should find yours."A few glances suddenly shifted between us. Alexander's jaw tightened. I could almost hear his muscles creak.Mr. Gerald raised his hand. "That's enough." His piercing gaze shifted from Becca to me. "Susan, this family does not tolerate violence. You understand the consequences..."I gently interrupted him. "Yes. But perhaps you should hear the whole story."Becca jumped up, indignant. "She's lying! I didn't do anything...""You spat in my face," I said sharply. A deathly silence fell.Becca's lips twitched. "Things... went too far.""Your saliva went too far?" I raised an eyebrow."You provoked me!" she snapped."You broke into my home," I reminded her. "You insulted me. You wrongfully called the police. Then you spat on me. Was that my provocation?"Her face flushed. Her fingers tightene