Justice For Trypp Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I asked consecutively, although I was confident that whatever the explanation behind the blood on his uniform, it was nothing that involved crime or murder. “No, No! It is not what you are thinking!” Travis shook both of his hands rapidly before him, slowly backing off as I and Chuck drew closer to him. “I did not kill no body. I am purely innocent,” Travis explained. The fact that he was saying it in a calm voice and composed posture were already enough for us to believe that he was saying the truth. And besides, why would a man of justice and equity like him, and a son of a late detective commit a crime? Would that not get contrary to his principles?

The jury doesn’t deliberate long. “Not guilty.” I like the words that I hear: not guilty. Charles storms out of the courtroom with fury. I stood, shaking hands with Giorgio and José, my smirk is now a wide smile. As I leave the courtroom, cameras flash as reporters shout questions. I pause, turning to face them. “This is what happens when the truth comes out,” I say. “Justice prevails. To those who doubted me—better luck next time. #Goldencopisafraud.”

Third Person’s POV A few days later, the trial against Mr. Ian Grim commenced. Surprisingly, Jake Dawson, despite his deep sorrow over the loss of his son, received a lifetime sentence. The trial concluded smoothly, but it was evident that Mikhail's demise was a result of Ian's deceitful plan. Jake, harboring no sympathy for his acquaintance, saw no reason to protect Ian's reputation. In fact, he desired a more severe punishment for him. Consequently, Jake bravely disclosed the truth in court, leaving Ian with little opportunity to refute the allegations.

“Even though they have done inhumane crimes...They were still in fact a living being just like every single of us…what is a justice and law if not being uphold fairly to all…they were in a trial for their crimes, and this trial is fair to all for both criminal and the victim, and order that the Lady of Justice has warranted for it to be upheld…From now on, I hope there will be no more disturbance…I will resumed the trial once more!…Is that Clear?…” As I was asking for clarifications, very single person in the crowds put their hand on their hearts and nodded as a gesture of understanding and respect for the courts, then I resumed the trial once more with Stormy Grokham continuing her stories

They didn't deserve mercy at all, they had cost me everything I loved just for their selfish gains. The procession started as the register introduced the case, looking at the bastards I couldn't help but smile. They looked so helpless and pitiful, I had been avenged for my family’s death. The judge sentenced them to life imprisonment with hard labor for all their atrocity. Tristan tried begging for mercy but all his pleas turned deaf heard. Walking out of the courtroom, I met paparazzi outside waiting for me. Not wanting to say anything about my family, I ignored their questions before walking away. I was finally at peace after a long period.

I said,gripping the end of the couch. "At least I agreed to pay for his surgery and I got his son a job in my factory." Danjuma whined. "So why are they still pushing in for this case?" Danjuma said, breaking the tumbler on the tiled floor. "Apparently, they are looking for justice which I know they will never get ,but his son knows better than to push it too far. I told him that we will stop the payment of his father's dues and he would be sacked. It's a simple do or don't situation. I know that they will make the right choice." I said laughing.