Sylvia Case Novels & Stories

Lisa could not believe what she was seeing. She lunged forward to try and snatch the marriage certificate from Sarah's hands, but Sarah dodged sideways. Losing her balance, Lisa stumbled and fell off the stage. Though the stage was not high, the fall was embarrassing. After getting up, Lisa shrieked hysterically, "Matthew, you think you can get away with finding someone to forge my signature? I'm going to sue you!" "But you signed it yourself. Don't you remember?" I smiled at the disheveled woman below the stage.

Sylvia The courtroom felt colder than the hospital ever did. I sat quietly beside Violet, my hands folded in my lap, my back straight even though every part of me wanted to sink into the chair and disappear. The wooden benches were full. Journalists filled the back rows, their eyes sharp, pens ready. I could feel them watching me, measuring me, deciding who I was before I even spoke. Dr. Sylvia Rhodes. The woman they believed tried to kill a governor. Violet leaned slightly toward me. “Are you okay?” she whispered.

" What happened to Sylvia and why is it not known to the media? “ She asked with a cracked voice. I paused and sat down at the edge of the bed. I held my hands and warmed them by rubbing them together. " She had an accident while she was pregnant with Chole. The doctors were able to save Chole and she lost her life” I managed to say. Sharing Sylvia's death story has been the most difficult thing to do for me. It was like opening old wounds.

Sylvia was at the hospital that day to collect her medical records and prescriptions and to pack up the rest of her belongings. Jackson and Sawyer had decided that she would live outside of the hospital for now, with several doctors assigned to stay with her. Sylvia wanted to get better. After two days of consideration, she finally agreed. As she walked out after chatting with Madison, she ran into a new group of people. One glance was enough to tell that they were wealthy. Among them sat a well-dressed middle-aged woman. Her face was pale and tense despite her elegant clothes. "I told you I'm not sick," Cynthia said through gritted teeth, holding back her anger. "I'm perfectly fine. Are you

“I could’ve handled the heartbreak. God knows I’ve had my share. But the police? The goddamn media? James sitting on national TV calling me a criminal like he’s the Pope? And now I’ve got people digging into my past like.” I let out a cold laugh, then turned to finally meet her eyes. “And you, you let him, you probably gave him all those information.” “I didn’t,” she whispered. My phone buzzed on the table behind me. Probably Leo again. Probably the feds. Probably another update on how fast the fire was spreading. I didn’t move to check. Sylvia opened her mouth again, but nothing came. Her eyes were glassy now, lips parted, breath shallow like she was drowning in everything she wanted to say

"Nothing up until eight years ago! I saw she signed with some modeling company that brought her into limelight when she was a teenager but the company doesn't even exist anymore. My researched showed that Sylvia was a flash in the pan celebrity. Then suddenly she returned and became more popular than ever." The rest of Hector's words drifted into the background as i flipped through the paperwork. Weeks had passed since my agreement and deal with Sylvia. And I'd wanted to know everything about her, so I instructed my Beta to do thorough research on her, no matter the cost, and deliver the findings to me.

When Sylvia woke again, several people stood gathered around her bed. All of them were interns under Victor, with Rachel among them. Sylvia pushed herself upright and braced her hands against the mattress. "What are you all doing here?" A plain-looking girl spoke with hesitation. "Dr. Rothwell said to use you as a case study, so he told us to come first—" Before she could finish, someone elbowed her. "Why explain so much to her? Someone who lives off a favor like that doesn't deserve politeness."

The special emergency room wasn't too crowded, at first Liam and Henris' group was stopped at the door, but when the caretaker saw Henris's doctor's card, no one dared to stop him. Sylvia lay on a white bed, surrounded by dense transmission lines. The blood is being filtered continuously to eliminate toxins in the body. But Sylvia has fallen into a deep coma, most likely won't wake up again. “Who dares to act on the Dark Side?” Ryan bowed his head in apology. “Sir, I haven't found that person yet! Viola couldn't ask anything from Sylvia's mouth, she was already in a coma. But I suspect it's a woman with great disguise, he used his false identity to blend in with the servants."

Then, they took out their phones and started to complain in the group chat. "I only heard that Sylvia relied on Master Carter to get to the top. Unexpectedly, Casey only muttered a few words, but President Dendro had the security guard escort him out directly! That little fatty's voice was clearly louder than all of ours combined, but the president didn't dare to say anything about her. This is an abuse of authority. It's too unfair!" "That's right. Now, I'm completely sure that Sylvia is just a piece of trash that relied on a man to rise to the top. I guess the works she was famous for were also painted by people that Master Carter found for her!"

"I saw you, you know. When he was trapped in the wreckage of his car, you were speeding off with your precious lover. What's with the passionate act now? Don't you think you're utterly disgusting, Sylvia?" "Cut off his tongue." Sylvia's hands curled into tight fists, the joints creaking at the force. Behind her deceptively calm gaze, a storm of madness brewed. This was her true self. She wasn't a district attorney who still couldn't let go of her dead husband, despite him being dead for over five years; she was a cold-blooded mafia queen who had blood all over her hands. Wilson practically fled out of the basement, stumbling over his own feet in his haste. Making a mad dash upstairs, he bega