Helen West Casebook Novels & Stories

Suddenly the world became obsessed with incoherent numbers, like a clinically paranoid: with his crude views. ‘Considering you long for proof so much, where is yours?’ Helen was constantly interrogated. As if they were lawyers, immoral and cold, who never actually gave an answer, and covered it up with a load of counter-questions. Not with Helen, though. Noticing what they were trying to do, she just wouldn’t let it go.

“You said you remember something about Mrs. Kim?” Helen hesitated, rubbing her hands together. “I do. But it’s not just about her. It’s about…the baby from then.” My breath hitched. “What do you mean?” I asked. Helen exhaled. “Years ago, I worked in the maternity ward. We saw all kinds of situations, but there was one case I never forgot. A baby was brought in with an emergency. She was sick from birth. Very sick.” I leaned forward, heart pounding. “And?”

Goodbye. Helen pressed the letter to her chest, tears welling up in her eyes. They rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. The sorrow she felt after reading Elise’s story was inexplicable. How could there be so much malice in the heart of her children's grandmother? She couldn't leave things like that—she had to seek justice. She was going to prove everything Elise had written and make her pay.

“Are you certain that the sketchbook is an unreleased item of Lu Technologies?” Leila turned to Phyllis, who went to accompany her with her meeting with her lawyer. Attorney Helen Chen is Laura’s friend who has been working for them for a long time. Atty. Chen, Leila’s attorney decided to take on the case. She was also the lawyer who took the dismissed case against Julius Yu.

His breath hitched. Still he didn’t move. She smiled faintly. “God, you’re infuriating.” “I know,” he murmured. She kissed him anyway. Slow. Deliberate. Grounding. He let her. Just that. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________ That night, Helen met with her legal team. Her stepbrother’s assets were unraveling faster than expected. “He’s selling shares in panic,” the lawyer said. “Bad ones.” Helen leaned back. “He always chooses the wrong exits.”

“I can’t wait to becone his official mate, to be Mrs. Hendrix.” Helen took several quick breaths before she grabbed her books and ran out of the room. Alecia stood and wrapped her arms around her waist, chewing on her bottom lip. Turning, she left amongst the whispers of her classmates. She should feel better – at least satisfied instead of feeling drained. Was revenge always this unsatisfying? * * *

“Welcome. Did you bring what we asked for?” “Yes, they are in the car,” he said, his voice small. Helen settled into one of the chairs with the air of an honoured guest. “You have business with the West, Miss Everton. Why was I not told?” I matched her hypocritical smile with one of my own. “Well, Helen, you are not the General of the West–” “I am his wife–” “Allegedly,” I replied. Jonathan scoffed. “Wife? Even mistress would be a generous description of your place in my father’s life.”

She didn't get to finish, because the police had arrived. "Joan West, you're suspected of hiring multiple people to assault and defame Mr. Fisher. You need to come with us." I walked up beside her. "Watching the West family fall apart before going to prison feels worse than going straight to prison, doesn't it?" "Go to hell, Matt! I will never forgive you!" She was breathing hard, her eyes wide with fury. I smiled faintly. "Your forgiveness means nothing to me." Helen was taken away, too, along with the thugs and the people running the media accounts that spread my photos and slandered me.

“Helen, whatever you’re doing—” Helen cut her off with a single sharp look. A look that made Elena freeze. “You shouldn’t have involved her,” the investigator whispered. Helen tilted her head. “She involved herself.” Her eyes drifted to the brown envelope on the table. The proof. The truth. The threat. Then she looked at the man again, slowly, deliberately. “Tell me, Mr. Ramos,” she said softly, “How long do you plan to keep resurfacing?” He opened his mouth, but his voice failed him.

“This room isn’t different from the death cell of the Moon Howlers Pack for me, Alpha. A prisoner never feels well in a luxurious prison.” She gritted her teeth and spat out fiercely. “Let’s get to the point, Alpha. There was one witness and one evidence in my case. It is the accuser’s duty to present him before the court, and for the letter. It stated that my dead mother and I offered twenty…” Helena was about to conclude the whole case with facts that I ignored in the heat of the moment and cut her off. “What’s the rush, Helly? We can discuss it after breakfast.