Delia Owens Controversy Novels & Stories

"All of them. The malpractice case five years ago? Harlan Sloane did it. Not William Wright." The judge hesitated, then signed off. "We'll verify them right away." By the time she walked out, it was already dark. Delia stopped on the steps, staring at the streetlights flicking on one by one. Then she dropped down, knees to her chest, crying quiet for once. This time, it sounded like she was finally letting go. I knew she'd finally done the right thing. *** A while later, sirens tore through the hospital compound. Harlan fought the cops, shouting, "Delia! You bitch! You set me up!"

She also claimed that I stole her husband and caused her divorce. Belshar had been supportive, and while I was at the hospital, he helped me with both Delia's and grandfather's burials. Delia's suicide note caused quite an uproar but not in the way I expected. I thought people would point fingers and blame me, but they actually came to my defense. Then evidence of every vile thing that she'd ever done started to be uploaded online. People she'd bullied had a lot to say about her, then it was followed by the company board members bringing proof about how she had siphoned huge amounts of money that had put a huge strain on them and led to a few shutdowns of their subsidiaries. It was all a hug

“Right after the dinner started.” Freeda leaned in. Subject: CO-CHAIR ACCEPTANCE: FREEDA JAMES (SIGNED) Attachment: Acceptance Graphic: Approved Sender: r.owen.foundation@ Winnie’s breath caught. Kris went still. Freeda lifted her eyes to Delia. “That came from him.” Delia stared at the sender line like it had just appeared. Then her voice slipped, small and helpless. “It… it came straight from Mr Owen’s office.”

All articles were edited and ready for her review. "No need to show me. The more sensational, the better!" She instructed, "Keep it confidential. No one must know it was me." After these brief instructions, the call was disconnected. The news spread rapidly, with Sadie even hiring online influencers to stir up the controversy. Within an hour, photos of Harriet and Delbert had become explosive news. Negative public opinion quickly shifted towards Harriet, accusing her of betraying her husband and engaging in an affair with her assistant in Imperium.

Zariah’s POV The Miami attorney's name was Delia Okafor, and I had cold-called her at four in the morning with eight hundred dollars and a story, and by nine she'd filed the first tranche of clean ledger pages with the state attorney's office and sounded exactly as tired and exactly as delighted as a defense lawyer who'd just been handed the case of her life. "You understand what you've given me," Delia said over the burner, and I could hear her turning pages three miles away in a downtown office. "Eleven officers. Two agencies. A rival organization's entire Southeastern pipeline, sourced with dates and account numbers and chain of custody so clean it looks staged. Counselor, if I didn't kno

Vivienne met her at the door. I had not asked Vivienne to do that. She had just appeared, warm and steady, and taken Delia's hands and said come inside, you are safe here, in a voice that left no room for argument. Delia looked at me over Vivienne's shoulder with an expression I understood completely. She had never had anyone do that for her before either. The afternoon moved slowly. Damien's legal team was on the phone continuously, the journalists had started publishing, the financial crimes division had confirmed receipt of the evidence package, and somewhere on the other side of the city Roland Quinn was watching his decade of careful work begin to collapse.

"Is this human professor Delia Piers?" Kyren nodded, apparently pleased by my knowledge. "You've done your research. She has impressive knowledge about our world and has been advocating for a more thorough investigation into these killings." "The same Delia who went viral last week for outing werewolves in a dramatic livestream, crying into the camera while standing over decapitated corpses. Really? That's who you want to work with?"

"There's more. We also have evidence. That James was working with Victoria Santos. Delilah's mother." My hands clenched. "I knew it. They were conspiring." "Yes. Coordinating. Sharing information. Planning. How to maximize scandal. Publicity. Sales." "That's. That's sick." "It's fraud. Conspiracy. Possibly extortion if we can prove Victoria's blackmail demands." "You can. She demanded fifty thousand. From Delilah. Or she'd expose the relationship. Make it look worse." "Do you have proof? Recordings? Texts?" "Delilah might. She received calls. Messages. I don't know if she saved them."

the judge said, his voice measured. "Oh, talking about that, my Lord, everything Miss Delilah testified to was nothing but a lie," Mr. Henry said. Delilah stood up abruptly, her legs shaking. She couldn’t let this happen. She couldn’t let Olive win. "I’m sorry, my Lord," Delilah said, her voice shaking with frustration. "But I never lied! I am being falsely accused!" she cried, faking tears. "Olive is just playing games. She’s been trying to trick us from the very beginning!"

The next day, as I was about to go to school to cancel my leave, Owen called. "Odelia, someone posted the video of the class session online, and now public opinion is against you." I unlocked my phone and found the top three trending topics were all about me. "The vice principal breaks up her student's family and is severely punished in the class session!" "A certain school teacher is exposed as a mistress. Is it a distortion of human nature or a decline of morality?" "The mistress forces the legitimate wife to kneel, and her real identity is actually..." Some people were indignant, commenting one after another.