Liam Court And Annie Wilson Novels & Stories

He wasn't the bridge; he was the trap. "In that case," Vance said, picking up his gavel. "Given the severity of the medical reports and the apparent absence of any credible opposition to the conservatorship—" "I object!" The double doors at the back of the courtroom burst open. Liam was there. But he didn't look like a CEO. He looked like a man who had walked through a war zone. His suit was wrinkled and stained with rain, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were red-rimmed and hollow. He was carrying a stack of physical paper—thick, yellowed documents that looked like they had been pulled from a deep-freeze.

Moreover, Erwin Wilson also received the attention of the James couple. With everything sorted, early the next morning, Erwin Wilson went to Vanessa's office. Today, Erwin did not see Liam in the office. On the contrary, Liv happily pulled Erwin to talk again. "Today teacher Vanessa took the kid Liam to participate in a design competition at S University." Now that Erwin Wilson knows, it turns out that Liam is still a student. The surprise on Erwin Wilson's face was not hidden, either. Liv laughs: "Doesn't he look like a student?"

And Aliana—Liam’s assistant, his… whatever the hell she was—had vanished hours after a courtroom riot. The pieces weren't falling together anymore. They were collapsing. I stood again, pacing, my thoughts spiralling like smoke in a sealed room. I could barely think over the roar of the television still chattering in the background. How the hell had this gone so far? Just weeks ago, I was standing beside Liam, defending him, telling Rowe to back off. Telling him my son-in-law wasn’t capable of something so twisted. That Sadie’s death was a tragedy, not a crime. But now…

I waited to see if anyone else would come in there because Liam might introduce someone to us, and only then did he speak again. "Aunt Emily and Tito Lino," Liam called Mom and Dad. I turned immediately and looked at Liam again. He immediately looked at me but looked back at Mom and Dad before speaking again. "I just want to ask permission if I can court Lily," Liam asked. My eyes widened, and I could hardly move. I looked at Lucas, who had almost stopped eating his food. When I looked at Cristiano, he was eating quietly, as if what was happening there was none of his business.

Liam said as he raised his eye and looked at her "Lisa went to rest not long ago, I think she has done something wrong and went on to hide " Lily said as Liam raised and eyebrow "Hehe, don't mind her she is just joking around" Riley said as she covered Lily mouth and glared at her "Can you let her come out I have something to ask her" Liam said gently "What if I dont?" Lily asked and raised and eyebrow "I can only arrest you for murder" Liam threatened with a cold smile on his lips "Do you have to go extreme we can just talk it out"Lily said and closed her eyes

He's not allowed to argue whatever the council has decided. “So much for being an Alpha,” Liam whispered to himself, but he knew every creature inside the courthouse heard what he said. But who gives a damn? Liam gritted his teeth when his eyes locked on the only female present inside the room, Ember Jacobson, the only daughter of one of the councilmen. Anger bubbled inside him when he looked at Arnulf Jacobson’s proud face. If he could only rip off that man’s head from his neck, he would probably have done it a long time ago.

Lyle's heart sank upon hearing this. Panic coursed through his veins, and he could feel his knees begin to shake. What was going on? Was it true? Was Mr. Mosier here for Liam? It was too late now. With a pang of dread, Lyle piped up meekly, "Mr. Mosier, sir… Yes, we just arrested a man named Liam Cole this afternoon for physical assault and acts of violence in public. He injured a number of innocent civilians and also assaulted our police officers during his arrest. Captain Goggins is interrogating him as we speak."

"Ares is not just a victim; he's a survivor. The scars of deceit run deep, but today, we aim to ignite those wounds with the truth." As the attorneys presented closing statements, Valerie's eyes met Ares'. The unspoken bond between them, forged through adversity, fueled their collective determination. The judge, stern-faced and resolute, rendered the sentences that would echo through the lives of Liam and Lyon. The courtroom, a silent witness to the unraveling of deceit, awaited the pronouncement of justice. "Liam, for your deliberate deception, manipulation, and abuse of journalistic privilege, you are sentenced to six months imprisonment. Furthermore, your journalistic credentials are revo

“I need to see you. Please, let’s meet and settle this without all of this madness. Court, lawyers… it’s too much.” He gave a short laugh, sharp enough to cut. “Too much? You think you can insult me, humiliate me publicly, and then say it’s too much when I respond?” My heart sank. “I never insulted you, Liam. You know that’s not true.” “Defamation,” he cut me off. “That’s what it is. That’s what the court will hear.” I pressed my phone tighter against my ear, my voice shaking. “Liam, you were once someone I trusted with my whole life. We were supposed to marry. Why are you doing this?”

At the center of it all stood Liam, his shoulders squared, his eyes burning with a quiet determination that was as lethal as it was controlled. Amara sat at the long glass table, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The past weeks had pushed her to her limit: public hearings, betrayals within her own nonprofit, and Darren’s relentless threats, but today felt different. Today, there was the faint scent of justice in the air, sharp and acrid like smoke before a fire. “Begin,” Liam ordered, his voice low, resonant.