Justice For Trypp Novels & 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 introduce 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.

“Ladies and gentlemen, what you’ve heard from the defense is an attempt to twist the truth. Doris Tipton is not a victim. She is a manipulator who has tried to harm Serena Nixon and her unborn child. The audio recording clearly shows her aggression. The testimonies from those who know her true nature support this.” Murphy’s voice is calm but firm. “We are not here to frame anyone. We are here to seek justice for the wrongs committed. Doris Tipton’s actions speak for themselves. The evidence shows her guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. I ask you to consider the facts and deliver a verdict of guilty.” He steps back, and the judge addresses the jury, giving them final instructions before they ret

The day Claire Sutton put me on trial, she made sure the entire town could watch. The square was packed shoulder to shoulder. Reporters crowded behind barricades with cameras raised, and livestreams from every major platform carried my face across the country. I was already dying. Multiple organs were failing. Medication and IV nutrition were the only things keeping my body from shutting down. Still, I was dragged onto the platform like a convicted criminal. A man lunged at me before the guards could stop him. His hands closed around my throat.

He turned to me, "Baby, is there a problem?" My face filled with heat at his words. Baby? Are you kidding me? Though I do like the way it sounds when he says it. His arm slipped around my waist as he waited for my response. "Umm, I was just trying to explain to him why I need today off..." my voice cracked with emotion, "But he didn't want to listen." "That's not true," Trey stuttered, "Don't lie. I was listening." Niko raised his hand, effectively shutting Trey up, "So here's the thing," he told him with a glare, "Justice will not be working today or any day for at least the next two weeks...maybe longer. Understand?"

So, I let my tears fall freely. I would make sure justice is served for my most beloved Grandpa. The next morning, I gathered the evidence and went to court. When I sat down, Stuart gave me a conflicted look. Madison even invited her lecturers and university classmates to her hearing. She said she wanted to clear her name and prove her innocence. Upon seeing the thick stack of evidence in front of me, she mocked, "Veronica, where did you come up with all this fake evidence? I'm telling you, made-up stories don't hold up in court. The judge won't help you just because he pities you."

But the yearning for freedom, for justice, burned brighter than her fear. "I'm in," she said, her voice firm. "I have nothing to lose, and everything to gain." A slow smile spread across Ghost's face, the blue light momentarily illuminating a glint of admiration. A flicker of a plan seemed to spark in his eyes. Anya, a new recruit in the fight for freedom, knew this was just the beginning. The rebellion had a new weapon, a former slave with a thirst for vengeance and a stolen blade at her side. The fight for New Shanghai had just begun.

Her own DNA matched to old hospital samples. One line echoed through the court: > “I was never dead. Just tasted death and reborn to the ones who feared my truth.” Jacqueline stood in a glass booth, handcuffed, wrists shaking. Her lawyers whispered strategies, but she barely heard them. Her eyes never left Maya. The press called it “The Trial of the Century.” Maya testified first, describing the night at the cliff, her pregnancy, and her fall. “I didn’t trip. I was pushed. By the woman who wanted my life.”

The day his first love came back, I became a thief of the Moretti family. One word of grievance from her, and I was brought before the Family Council. Her single tear cost me twenty lashes. Lucien took away my ring, my power, and gave everything that was mine to another woman. Later, I finally stopped explaining. Because I knew a man who would never trust me was not worth waiting for. It wasn't until he saw my "body" being carried out that he finally went mad.

That made Trissy hate Jessica even more. Half a year ago, if Jessica had not posted the video and recording online, Trissy would not have been sent abroad by Lucas. Now, even if Trissy came back, she could not go back to the Thomas family. Justin had always cared about his reputation. The recordings had already disgraced the Thomas family's name. Since Max had already passed away, Justin didn't care about his granddaughter—in—law at all. Justin had given up on Trissy. Yet Trissy found out that Jessica was leading a much better life than her.