Court Lady Novels & Stories

As I say, the life of being a courtesan is not easy. “Good evening, Sir. I am Devon. I am a courtesan and not a slut,” I ended my sentence with a sweet smile. “What the fuck is that? But your job description is to spit on my Dad’s dick and ride on it, right? That’s still a slut. You are a slut. Courtesan my ass,” he raised me a dirty finger. I’ve never seen someone whom so immature yet mature in age. I bet this man is around thirtysomething.

"You all seem to be enjoying yourselves, but let me remind you not to forget the rules of the game. None of you has stated your sins for this round. Please hurry. One minute remaining." I quickly looked at the timer on the wall. With all the fighting earlier, we had completely forgotten about time. I opened my mouth to speak, but another thought hit me. If I revealed the full truth about my own crime, it could be used against me in the next round. Wasn't that exactly what happened to Dwayne? Suddenly, I understood the true nature of this game. It was called The Judgement Chamber, meaning they were judging us by our sins. If I wanted to survive, I couldn't reveal everything.

Chapter 162 The Suffolk County Superior Courtroom overflowed with reporters, camera crews, and spectators eager to witness what the media had dubbed "The Trial of the Century." Emily Caldwell sat at the defense table in a navy blue suit that her attorney had purchased for her, looking smaller and frailer than the woman who had once commanded Boston's social elite. Judge Patricia Martinez gaveled the proceedings to order as District Attorney Rebecca Chen approached the jury box. The twelve jurors - seven women and five men from diverse backgrounds across Massachusetts - watched with rapt attention as Chen prepared to outline the prosecution's case.

L O R E N Z O I arrived at the court house just in time with my lawyer and Nicholas. The first person my eyes met were Natalia's and she didn't look a tad bit remorseful. Her clothes were tattered and dirty and she looked thinner but held so much rage and enmity in her eyes. Seeing her rose lots of pent up anger in me. "Order. Order. Will the jury please rise." The judge said and they all stood up. "Today is the final court hearing. Has the jury come to a conclusion?"

"The road was empty." "It was three in the morning." "There was no one around." Ms. Okonkwo held up a hand. "I don't need the details. I need you to not say anything in front of the judge. Let me do the talking." "Yes, ma'am," Damian said. "Yes, ma'am," Sebastian echoed. The courtroom was small. The judge was a woman in her sixties with gray hair and reading glasses perched on her nose. She looked tired, the way judges always looked tired, like she had seen too many bad decisions and too few good ones.

“Don’t give him the satisfaction.” She nodded, keeping her eyes forward as we took our seats behind the prosecution. Around us, the gallery filled with reporters, Hart’s supporters, victims seeking justice, and curiosity seekers who just wanted to witness history. “All rise,” the bailiff called. “The Honorable Judge Marilyn Reynolds presiding.” Judge Reynolds was in her sixties, Black, with steel-gray hair and eyes that missed nothing. She surveyed the packed courtroom with an expression that suggested she’d seen it all and wasn’t impressed.

Stella responded and picked Steper up, "Let's go then." The court was set in the Cabinet. Quinn Zellweger was the judge, and the juries were Sean Yaleman, Zoahs Davis, Travis Lanes, and Christian Saltzman. The five magnates had all arrived. It could be seen that Jasper was... highly valued by them.

Stella came to a halt when the judge announced his arrival in the courtroom. "Christian," Lady Catherine, summoned him, and one of the lady constables led him to us. As the case was opened, we also took our seats. While we were all waiting for him, the judge opened the file and began flipping through the pages. My heart was racing in my chest, and my veins were pumping blood at twice the normal rate. I was so agitated that I couldn't hear what the lawyers on both sides were saying or putting forward to win the case. All I wanted was Christian to be on our side. Stella was also doing her part by crying crocodile tears and lying to the court despite taking an oath to the holy Bible.

But it gets to a point when the dam fills up so much it begins to pour out, all the lies flooding out in all their sinful glory. Today was one of those days when the dam of lies pours out and the light cuts through its thick constructed walls. The courtroom was drenched in loud silence, the tension palpable in the air; you could almost taste it on your tongue. The warm lighting of the room cast a light shadow on the judge's face, who looked like he was in his late forties. His slant eyes hidden behind round glasses whispered years of experience in his field. I was seated in the defendants section with my lawyer Cathy, who sat beside me fitted into a sharp black suit like an armor. Her expres

I catch Todd watching me out of the corner of my eye with a confused frown before his face tuns smooth. Carter introduces his entourage he too came with another lawyer and an assistant. I look over at the small blonde woman in glasses and button-down cardigan, she wears a tight bun at the back of her head her expression appears hollow, she twitches as he calls her before jumping and rushing through the court room doors.