Romans & histoires Delia Owens Controversy

"If you think this is my doing, then you must have a twisted mind, Dela." Dela exhales loudly. "It's possible, right? You asked Mr. Thomas for a transfer because of what I said yesterday?" Olive laughs. "You... are you crazy?" She folds her arms across her chest. "I don't mix personal matters and office business with Mr. Thomas. What you said to me, that's personal, Dela. I just think you're too envious of my incredibly fortunate life. So envious that you've lost your mind and are slandering me. Good job!" Olive claps her hands afterward. "But you forgot, Olivia Charlotte never resorts to deceit to retaliate against her opponents."

“Delia’s involvement was proved in both cases and the Interpol arrested her from Chicago but she attempted suicide and landed up at the hospital.” “Oh, is she critical?” I shrugged, having no idea about it. “I don’t know how serious she is. I was in LA with you. Before leaving, I had submitted the documents Mr. Alesci had given me to the cops. They contained the latest wills, the prenuptial agreement my father and Delia signed before the wedding. Delia has appropriated more than she deserved over the last ten years. I had appealed to the court, and they set a date for the hearing. With Delia’s condition deteriorating, the hearing has been postponed. My lawyer, Mr. Dimitri, thinks we’re under

"There's a difference. A threat is something I might do later. This is simply telling you what's already in motion. Obtaining confidential evidence connected to an active investigation, through a private contact with no legal authority to share it, is not a gray area, Jude. It's a crime. And right now there are exactly two people in this room who could be charged for it." Delia made a small, broken sound. "You wouldn't," she said. "I haven't decided yet," I said, which was not entirely true, but I wanted her to sit with the uncertainty a moment longer before I told her anything else. "What I have decided is that I'm done letting either of you stand in my home pretending this was anything oth

she asked. The old woman was now out from under the dryer and Kacey Jo was removing the curlers from her hair. The woman finally seemed to notice Leila’s existence. She huffed out a breath. Word moved fast in this town it seemed. Leila had been branded the town whore and most likely accomplice to murder. But it took more than angry looks to ruffle her feathers. Delia had turned her attention to her cell phone. She laughed at something she saw. Leila sighed. “Delia? Why would you say such a thing about Gerald Travis?”

* Delilah Peters revealed to be the owner of a prostituting organization. * Delilah Peter's involvement in the trafficking of innocent young women and children. * Delilah Peters accused of brutally killing a young woman after ' borrowing ' her womb. * Delilah Peters, being a demon in disguise. * Delilah Peters, the cruelest woman in history. The internet was in a total uproar as the netizens began giving their opinions. While some claimed all of this to be false, others argued with them. Immediately the news came out, Shareholders began withdrawing their shares from moonlight hotel and club.

Everyone was staring now. “Mina—” Delilah whispered, But Mina was already standing as the heat in her chest expanded and her hands shook. “Are you going to act?” She hissed hotly. “Everything that’s happening now, you’re the main reason! Have some decency and don’t bother pretending.” Gwen’s brows furrowed. “Excuse me—” “Didn’t you rig the contest?” Mina’s voice rose, cracking, “And poison Amber?” Gasps rose up in the courtyard as several people drew closer.

Crossing my arms, I picked at my nails as if I wasn’t talking to her. Delia’s head snapped toward me, her face flushed with anger. "Fuck you, bitch!" she spat. "I don't do girls. I go with men." My voice dripped with sarcasm as I stopped picking my nails and let my gaze pierce through her. "Did Cassius send you away?" Delia’s eyes narrowed into slits. "You think I’ll give up just because Cassius asked me to? You must be joking. I’ll make sure to get rid of you. But first, I’ll find evidence, and then Cassius will hate you and kill you himself."

"Where did you get this?" "Delia reached out to me two years ago," Sasha said. "After I lost my position here. I think she'd heard some version of my story, the impostor, the scandal, and felt some strange kinship with me, both of us carrying secrets that belonged to this family more than they belonged to us. She was sick by then. She wanted someone to have the truth in case she ran out of time to tell it herself." Sasha's voice softened. "She passed away eight months ago. I've been sitting on this ever since, not sure what to do with it, not trusting myself not to use it the wrong way again."

Delia’s eyes go wide as she realizes that Victor and Evelyn have absolutely no idea what she’s talking about. “Um,” she says, her eyes darting between them. “Not that I believe the rumors, of course – it’s just fringe celebrity blogs and twitter accounts posting stupid theories –“ “What. Theories.” Victor growls, holding her gaze. Delia shrinks under the full force of him. “Um,” Delia hums, her eyes darting between the two of them. “Seriously, it’s just a bunch of fan theories –“

he pays up and Remi counts the money, squeals and then hugs Orville so tight, Orville can taste the new car smell of her jeep. “So, anyways, I wanted to ask you about the court case.” “That hoe Dave Owens is going to pay for his whore sins. I’m going to give Judge Louis a video I found of him sneaking out of campus with Kevin Ronas to have a date. That’ll get him expelled. There’s also something weird about his lawyer too. And once I figure out what that weird thing is, he’ll be in the doghouse with his dumb ass client,” Remi declares and Orville gulps.