Novel & Cerita Custody

Some mercy in this nightmare. But Camilla was there. Sitting in the back row, smiling like she knew something no one else did. Judge Conti took her seat, surveying the room with the expression of someone who had seen too many custody battles and believed in none of them. "This is an emergency hearing to determine temporary custody of Sophia Westcott while paternity and parental rights are established," she said in perfect English. "Miss Westcott, you claim Mr. Westcott is unfit to parent his daughter. Please present your evidence."

“Are you okay with him or should I take him back?” “I’m okay… go and join your friends.” He nods his head before running towards Noah and the rest. Calvin was kind enough to revise the custody agreement. Now we have joint custody over Gunner. He spends weekdays with Calvin and weekends with me. “Now, back to the cute guy,” Ava says, pulling my focus back to her. “Seriously, you never give up, do you?” “Nope. Not until you tell me everything.” Sighing, I coo at Chase, smiling as he gives me his sweet little laugh.

Then Valez's voice cuts through the same channel. "Out of service rooms remain within review scope." Sami lowers his hands. "I hate her." "Join the queue," Sarah says. I look at the fish box. The baby sleeps. The custody word keeps walking around the room, touching everything. Custody of lane anomaly. Custody of dependent support indicator. Custody of whatever name they would invent before letting me say his. "No," I say. No one asks to what. Good. I say it again anyway.

"But mama you told me that no one can go against the head of the haveli if he is the head, then how Uncle Haider, without his consent, will help us?" "I know my Zahra, but we can hope that he has passed on his position as a "head" to one of his son or grandson, then we might have some chances to stay in there," she affirmed. "Even so, he is still the eldest, how come someone can go against him?" "Being the eldest and being the head are two different things, if the head approved it, regardless of the consent of the eldest person in the household, it still has to happen no matter what."

" His words hit like a slap. My son—my child, whom I carried for nine long months—being dismissed like he was nothing by his own father. Legally, custody of a three-month-old typically goes to the mother after a divorce, but with no job, no money, and nowhere else to go, I had no choice but to stay here. The prenuptial agreement Joe insisted on before we got married left me with nothing—no claim to his pre-marriage assets, no safety net. Raising Luca on my own felt impossible. I shot Joe a glare. "Your mom said I could stay until I find a place. As long as she doesn't kick me out, neither of you can."

"He wants custody of you." Elliot tilted his head to the side. "Custody? I've heard that word before but I don't really know what it means." I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to explain this in a way he would understand without scaring him too much. "It means that if your father wins the case, you'll have to go live with him. He'll have full rights to you, especially in decisions concerning your life." Elliot's eyes went wide. For a second he just stared at me, processing the information. Then his face crumpled and he scrambled across the seat, throwing his arms around my neck with a desperate kind of urgency.

“Next I’ll have to choose between you too, right?” Dad’s face went pale. “We would never make you choose—” “Wouldn’t you?” I looked between them, these two people who’d created me and were now systematically destroying the world we’d built together. “Because that’s what custody means, doesn’t it? Weekends with Dad, weekdays with Mom? Or maybe we’ll flip a coin.” “Don’t be dramatic,” Dad said, his voice cooling again. “We’re adults. We can handle this maturely.”

And the Hale Trust could not justify custody over a child who no longer threatened its hierarchy. Serena’s mask cracked. “You are throwing away generations,” she said sharply. “No,” Dominic replied. “I’m ending a cycle.” The judge cleared her throat. “Given the updated filings and relinquishment of corporate succession, the court sees no immediate grounds for emergency trust custody.” A pause. “Temporary custody remains with the child’s biological parents.” The gavel struck. It was done. *** Outside the courthouse, the media surged again. Dominic ignored them. Serena stepped out moments later.

I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms. The judge, a stern-looking man, clears his throat. "The court has carefully considered the evidence presented by both parties. It is evident that both Alanna and Mrs. Westbrook have a deep love for the children. However, the court must prioritize the best interests of the children. After careful deliberation, the court finds that Alanna is the primary caregiver and has demonstrated a strong commitment to her children's well-being. Full custody is awarded to Alanna."

I know how much of a blow it would be to the company. The clauses all make sense until we get to the parts concerning custody and asset. He’s asking for shared custody of the children and the monopoly to take decisions concerning their education, and in return, he’ll gift me one of his houses in New York. “ Custody is non-negotiable. I get full custody and you’ll only visitation rights when I deem it fit.” He doesn’t object, simply nods. I was expecting more of an argument out of him but he has chosen to remain unfazed until the end. Well then.