Romans & histoires Gary Sues

“Why must you always make it so hard on yourself, Sunderland? I have always prided myself as a man of grace and mercy but you have crossed the line. Who are you to spread heinous lies against my wife? You know nothing about her. These are all mere guesses that you are publicly making. “But seeing as you can’t seem to shut your mouth you have forced my hand. I am going to sue you for every last penny you have to your name for trying to tarnish my wife’s good name with your false allegations. Second, you’re fired.” He scoffed like he could hardly believe what I said. “I don’t work for you, Scott. And besides, you have no solid case. Taking me to court would be a waste of your time.” “Oh, I did

"What are you doing now? We agreed—thirty days, then we're done." "That was before. This is now!" Gina's voice shot up, turning heads around them. "That psycho sued me for the $200K. I lost my job. My name's trashed. I can barely cover rent. And you think you get to walk away clean? Not happening." Peter stared at her. "That $200K was to fix your mess. And now you're dumping it on me?"

I also provided them with the evidence to back up my claims. Soon, two lawyers showed up, claiming to be United Enterprise's legal counsel. "Mr. Carter, we represent United Enterprise in filing a lawsuit against you for libel, defamation, and extortion." I snorted. "You can only sue me if I released fabricated information, but everything I said is a proven fact. How does it count as libel and defamation?

“And somehow, your name keeps coming up.” Her fingers tightened around the phone. “If things are happening, how is that my problem?” she snapped. “I’m in Spain. You’re in New York. My name has nothing to do with your mess anymore.” “That’s what I thought too,” Damien said quietly. “But then this happened.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “There’s a lawsuit. A very aggressive one. A firm with a Cortex name filed it. They’re suing us for billions.” He exhaled. “And it’s connected to a company called Stone Empire.”

She said and handed the paper to me. I froze, unsure of the best way to react to it. I shut the door and turned to Carson. “They’re suing me,”I said. He opened the paper and read it. “They’re suing both of us,” he said. My eyes filled with tears again. “They’re trying to bury us,”I said. “But they won’t,” Carson said. “Not this time. We’ll go to court. We’ll fight.”he added. “But they have lawyers, power, money—” I said.

he said seriously. "And I'm going back to Japan after a few days, so I talked to you about this so you can fix it immediately," he added, so I nodded. "He's suing Meggay because she framed him," he said, looking at me seriously. "It's better to shut his mouth for good. After all, you can shut him up, can't you?" He sarcastically remarked, so I took a sip of the juice he ordered. "It's hard to shut his mouth. He's in prison, after all."

I dialed him back, and he picked up on the first ring. "Grayson, finally. Have you checked the news?" Stewart's voice was tense. "No, I just woke up. What's going on?" I asked, already feeling a knot forming in my stomach. "Turn on the TV or check your news app. It's about Sylvia," he said. I groaned and swung my legs out of bed, shuffling over to the TV. I grabbed the remote and switched it on, flipping to a news channel. My heart sank as I saw the headline: "Lawsuit Filed Against Affordable Housing Project. Protesters Claim Fraud."

"Oh, my God, Estelle endured so much injustice all these years, and we just misunderstood her. I feel so guilty." In the name of fairness, Judge Lowery needed to locate the chip in my body first. Only with physical evidence could Bryce be convicted. But even after dozens of doctors examined me, no trace of the chip could be found. As if suddenly finding hope, Bryce pointed at me and shouted, "I never implanted any chip in Estelle with malicious intent! She must have fabricated those memories." The live chat erupted into chaos. "No wonder Estelle insisted on a third memory extraction! It was all to frame Bryce. She's so young, yet she's already this manipulative."

It rang again. "Take it," I said. "It might be important." He sighed and answered. "This better be urgent... What?... When?... Are you sure?" His face went pale. "I'll be right there." He hung up and looked at me, worried. "What's wrong?" "James. He just filed a lawsuit against me." My stomach dropped. "For what?" "Everything. Wrongful termination. Defamation. Emotional distress. He's suing for $50 million and demanding full control of Sterling Corporation."

"Gary, get the cops. Assault with intent, attempted murder–give them everything. "And get our lawyers on the line. We're suing. Nobody walks away from this." He spun around, eyes locking on Mom and me. "Let everyone know that Ella's my kid, Trevon's, and the only one who'll take over the company. "I dare anyone to mess with her now." The cops were on it in no time. When they showed up in the boardroom, the schemers from planning were a wreck. Grilled by the cops and faced with Gary's pile of evidence, they caved.