Justice Is Best Served Cold Novels & Stories

“I’m staying. I gave the order. I’ll help implement it.” “Justice…” Tiger frowned. “Enough.” Justice unbuttoned the top of his shirt. “I’m staying.” He stared at the cell. “We need him flat, not restrained against the wall. That would definitely remind him of Mercile. No automated pulley systems either. The sound of the motors might trigger flashbacks.”

Nothing that was said there would go unpunished. The servants support the guardians, and they leave the room to deliberate. The five of them were sitting in a room with a large table. The servants brought them blood to drink, and they consumed the package before beginning to speak. - I still find it insulting to have to eat from a package. – the guardian of justice secrats says. - Times are different, and so are many things. We have much to learn before falling asleep again - the guardian of truth says. - that's not even the worst thing.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑 —𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑓 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑.

Incredibly foolish. I reached for the tumbler of whiskey sitting untouched on my desk. I didn’t drink during work hours ever but tonight was stretching long past midnight, and the temptation was stronger than usual. The amber liquid caught the light, a reminder of my father’s lessons: A Sterling never lets his emotions dictate business. He’d said that with a sharpness that made it feel less like advice and more like a law.

I stayed silent for so long that Camilla looked like she might collapse in fear, while Lucio's eyes only grew brighter. "Heh-" I finally let out a small laugh, tinged with sorrowful pity. "How ridiculous." Lucio froze. "In your eyes, what is a human life worth?" I murmured. "Back when the Jeno Port scandal needed a scapegoat, you didn't hesitate to push me forward. My life wasn't a life then. Now that you see her as an obstacle, a bargaining chip to win me back, her life isn't a life either."

Aldridge tapped his fingers against the armrest as he tried searching for the word in his brain. "Ah yes, "He snapped his fingers as soon as he remembered the words. "Enormous cock. He simply had to go through what he wanted to give someone. At least, he should have some real taste of what he desired." Aldridge chuckled. "I can't believe that I'm hearing this from you," "It's justice, Iza. Stop acting like the king killed a person." "Justice? When did justice start being a measurement for us? Justice? Can you even listen to yourself? Aldridge, you don't even know what it means to seek justice." He rebuked him.

Dangerous. The servant left quickly, scurrying to carry out my command. I allowed myself a small, fleeting smile—cold, unreadable. Justice, in my world, was measured not in words, but in action. Anyone who dared cross the line would learn that swiftly, painfully. I poured more alcohol into the basin, rubbing my hands with methodical precision. But even as the burn licked my skin, it could not wash away the tension coiling through my chest. I could feel it in my muscles, in my jaw, in the heavy weight behind my eyes.

For everyone who deserves justice. Just… not today.

"Because she knew I was pregnant when she pushed me, and it didn't stop her then." Julian squeezed my hand. "If she loses her baby while in prison," I continued, my voice hard now, "maybe she'll finally understand how it feels, maybe she'll finally know what it's like to have something innocent taken from you." "That's fair," Julian said quietly. "Is it cruel?" I asked, needing his honesty. Julian thought about it carefully. "It's justice," he said finally. "Cruel would be hiring someone to hurt her back, this is just letting the legal system work."

"LOL. That's just a subsidiary, and if he ever runs the entire Harrington Corporation, they will probably go bankrupt within a year." "I'm just curious why they chose a freezer. Was a bed too mainstream for their kink?" Mockery darted at Tristan spread across the Internet. As he read the comments, he furiously smashed everything in the living room that he could get his hands on. Face flushed, he roared, "What do these idiots know? What gives them the right to say that I can't compare to Ethan? "I'll have my lawyers sue them all; every single one of them can go to jail!"