Justice For Trypp Novels & Stories

"As for the defendant, Jordan Hargrove, the evidence presented during this trial has proven his involvement in a conspiracy to falsify accusations, corrupt legal processes, and abuse his position of power for personal gain. Therefore, I hereby sentence Jordan Hargrove to twenty years in prison." The courtroom erupted in a cacophony of reactions. On one side, a wave of applause and cheers broke out—Lena, Liam, and I included. We had done it. We had secured justice for Liam and uncovered the truth about Jordan’s nefarious activities. For us, this was the end of a long and painful chapter.

I quietly watched Spencer's face drain of color as memories from the past began to flood my mind. Five years ago, when I was at my lowest, bullied beyond reason, I met a kind-hearted reporter. He took my diary and the evidence hidden within, promising me, with unwavering sincerity, that he would help me find justice. I had believed him. It would be no exaggeration to say that, during that time, that kind reporter was my only hope. But in this world, there was no such thing as kindness without a price.

They were going to take them for themselves, but then they saw the photos and found out the owners' son was one of the richest men in the world, so they offered to return the phones in exchange for some reward. Christopher received a text from Nathaniel, who claimed that Josephine was really pregnant and was going through an abortion. 'See for yourself if you need more proof.' Everything Josephine said, everything they said, were now tangled in a web that refused to unravel for eternity. Christopher's blood grew cold as ice. He looked at the urns he unceremoniously tossed into a corner. In the end, the fury got the better of him, and a jet of blood flew out of his mouth.

Less than ten minutes later, it began to foam at the mouth, convulsed, and collapsed. The courtroom erupted, and the livestream chat exploded. [That's insane! Imagine if a person ate it.] [Someone like this deserves the death penalty!] [Good thing that Griffith kid survived, or he would've been killed!] The judge struck his gavel to restore order. "Defendant, do you have any response to the plaintiff's accusations and evidence?" he asked. Ivy wore the cold smile of someone already certain of victory. "Your Honor," I said, calm and steady, as I rose to my feet. "I have a question."

The evidence was overwhelming. More than a dozen members of the Trivetts were convicted. Samuel and Daphne, who carried the most serious charges, received sentences of 30 years. They would most likely spend the rest of their lives behind bars. The once powerful Trivetts in South Mistburg collapsed overnight. And Duncan, who had proudly bragged everywhere about being their future son-in-law, quickly became the biggest joke in town. My father tried several times to contact me. But after I blocked his number and messages, he realized something strange. He didn't even know where his own son lived, where I worked, or who my friends were.

I looked away and calmly said, "As for Crystal—this may be a world of fiction, but strict laws exist here. There's no need for any of you to pass judgment on her. The law will give her the punishment she deserves." When I was done speaking, murmurs rippled through the audience, and faint sighs followed. "This so-called vicious side character must've been given the wrong script. She's not vicious one bit…" "Who knows? Maybe in some other novel, Rose is the true female lead." The trial ended with me being declared innocent. As compensation, during the final days of my life, the court promised to fulfill all my wishes unconditionally. But unfortunately, none of my wishes could come true.

Tyler scoffed. "There were called for an official job but by afternoon they'll return, I'm so so sorry for not informing you ahead," detective Joe said. "It is fine," Justin said. He and detective Joe went outside while Tyler stayed behind to help Valerie change her clothes and help her to the wheelchair. Justin collected permission from the doctor and a nurse followed them to the court. They arrived there and there seemed to be a lot of reporters there, Justin wondered who had told the reporters that he and Valerie would be going to court to watch the trial of the woman who almost had Valerie killed. The reporters gathered them and with their lights and microphone.

I tried, Rich tried, even Loyalty tried, but Stephany refused to stop crying until Jonny took her into his arms. When the case is called before the judge, Loyalty is escorted to the plaintiff's desk with Rich and Jonny, who still has Stephany clinging to his neck. I stood alone at the defendant’s desk. I turned back as the judge walked out from her chambers to the bench. The courtroom is a little more crowded than usual.