Just Mercy Novel Novels & Stories

"Intent still counts, Nora. The law doesn’t care who caught the bullet." I folded my arms tightly. "I’m not asking for a lecture. I’m asking for mercy. Please. Drop the case." Jeremiah raised an eyebrow. "Please?" He sounded amused. "That’s new." "Don’t push me." "Oh, but it’s fun, isn’t it? Watching you beg. Seeing you here, after everything you said." My blood boiled. "I’m not begging. I’m trying to keep my family from falling apart. You claim to love me once? Prove it. Show some humanity."

Of deciding if mercy was possible. And I stood in the parking lot, holding my dead father, knowing that Knox was out there somewhere. Planning. Waiting. Preparing the next phase of his revenge. This was not over. It would never be over until one of us was dead. But today, we survived. Today, we saved innocent lives. Today, we chose mercy over revenge. And maybe, just maybe, that was enough. For now.

“It will. And it will use your fear of losing him against you.” I watch Eliza’s face change, pain threading through it like a crack. Mercy is not saying this to be cruel. She is saying it because cruelty is already present and denial doesn’t disarm it. I walk to the door and step outside. The village air is crisp. The road stretches ahead, innocent in its simplicity. A man hauls a barrel. A woman shakes out a rug. A dog trots past, tail wagging, unburdened by history. Normal life, pretending.

The grunt of the maid, brought me back to reality and I realised that the woman whom I think was called Janet, had punched the woman who brought me food in the stomachm causing her to fall on her knees in agony. Inrush over ti her but was kicked away by the woman, who looked at me like I was the greatest inconvenience, like she regretted bringing me out of the cell that day. I didn't know what I did but I didn't dare ask because she was the right hand of the mafia man, and I'm only still alive because he chose not to kill me, whatever he ordered her to do, she had to, and I had to take it. After kicking me aside, she continued her assault on the woman who looked like she would pass out any m

"Mom, that wasn't doing good deeds. That was burning myself out to serve everyone else. "I don't want to live like that anymore. "I don't know how much longer my soul can stay here, but I've been feeling lighter and lighter. The police caught the people who hurt me, and whatever kept me here feels like it's fading too. "If I get another life... I hope I'm not your daughter again." When I finished, everything went silent. The desperation and madness drained from her face. She slowly reached for me. Then her hand dropped. A strange sound echoed around us, and somehow, I understood.

All he had for me was mockery and insults. Now my heart was cold and dead. Now I refused to stay with him anymore, but he kept dragging out the divorce. He was trying to make me give him another child. What did I do to deserve this hell? And then an animal's soft whimpers came from the first floor. It sounded unnervingly like Doug. I ran downstairs without even changing into any shoes. Wendy was standing beside Doug, looking flummoxed. A pool of vomit lay before Doug, and a big box of chocolate stood nearby.

"Do you even know who you're helping? He's a killer! He's the one who took our daughter from us!" I yelled as loud as I could, hoping to reach whatever was left of Jack's heart. Jack just scrunched his eyebrows and looked down at me. "Back to your sad stories? Is it about our daughter again?" I tried to smile through the pain, bending over and begging. "Please... I'm begging you. Take any case you want, but not this one. Please." I was lowering myself so much, desperately begging Jack for mercy. I knew we would never stand a chance if Jack took the case.

I ask. Her answer is quiet. “You get to live with it.” My breath stutters. “That’s worse.” “Yes.” “Why would you do that to me?” My voice shakes. “Because dying is escape.” Her voice is steady. “Living is the consequence.” I shake my head. “I don’t deserve that mercy.” “This isn’t mercy.” She steps closer. “This is justice.” I can’t hold her gaze. “I loved you,” I admit.

For the sake of healing that needed to start somewhere. But watching Max's face, I knew he didn't agree. Some betrayals run too deep for mercy. Some wounds need more than understanding to heal. Time would tell which path was right. Justice or mercy. Punishment or compassion. For now, two cells held two different kinds of evil. One cold and unrepentant. One broken and begging.

Nostalgia was eating me up, and I’d forced myself to move further to the gates. “I’m here for Mrs. Sinclair,” I muttered to the security guard after he’d asked for my name. “I’m Jordyn Mercer. ‘’ “You mean, Lady Vanessa.” Lady Vanessa… I should have known she’d taken that title after their wedding. Yet something about hearing it ripped my heart apart. Wearing a small smile, I nodded, trying to act sane without showing the slightest emotion of how I truly felt inside. “Sure.” The sturdy man glanced at me again, his eyes dragging down my figure as he stood inside the gates, leaving me out.