Tainted Justice Novels & Stories

“But Sabine…she’s adjusting. Healing. Slowly. Rosemary has been her anchor God, that woman is relentless. She drags her to counseling, makes her eat, makes her talk, even when she doesn’t want to. And it’s working. I see it in her eyes. She’s still Sabine. Not broken, not ruined. Just…finding her way back. Connor’s her shadow, of course. He’d burn the world before letting her slip too far. You’d be proud of them both.” I paused, inhaling the faint antiseptic scent that clung to the room. My chest rose and fell around the weight of words I didn’t want to say. “And Caroline and Gerald? Justice finally has its claws in them. Shackled. Humiliated. The whole world saw it, Aaron. They’re not shado

" I froze. I'd never heard anything like that before. "You're lying! My mom would never do that!" Connor's grip tightened like he wanted to crush my jaw. "It's all in my mother's journal, clear as day. Your mom was a filthy homewrecker." Tears welled up from the pain. I used all my strength to slap him. "You're lying! She's not like that! She's not!" Connor let out a mocking laugh. "Lying in that hospital bed now? Looks like she's finally getting what she deserves. And using her daughter worked just fine."

She wanted to kill me, and she had come so close. Too close. The skyline stretched before me as I stood by the window, turning the blade over in my hands. My penthouse was a fortress, impenetrable, just like me. Isabella thought she could challenge that—challenge me. But this wasn’t a fairy tale where defiance would save her. Breaking her wouldn’t just be satisfying; it would be art. A slow, sharp smile curved my lips. Her hatred wasn’t misplaced. The Morettis had stolen from me long before her father shot my brother. Adrian’s death had destroyed more than my family—it had destroyed the boy I used to be. Trust wasn’t a gift anymore; it was a liability.

Hunter "I was open, why the hell didn't you pass to me?" I bit out for what had to be the millionth time. It didn't take a genius to realise what was happening, but I was annoyed to admit it had taken me a while to pinpoint the problem. But then again, it had never occurred to me that the team would be petty enough to risk their championship over a stupid sense of loyalty to Neal Matthews. Who by the way, deserved to be banned from ever touching a hockey stick again.

The people who had stood in Wren's court on other matters over eleven years and had trusted the institution to be what it claimed to be. "What are you thinking?" Colt said. "About the people who appeared in Wren's court for eleven years without knowing he was compromised," I said. "The decisions he made in cases that had nothing to do with Hale. The people who lost cases they should not have lost. Or won cases on corrupt grounds." I paused. "The DOJ review is going to find all of that." "Yes," Colt said. "It is going to be a long process."

It’s been years since I’ve seen my Dad look this unkept. He’s wearing a t-shirt and a sweatpants. Vance Moretti does not wear t-shirts and sweatpants in public, not to mention the bloody gauze on his forehead, which is due for a change. “Someone is targeting us,” I hear him say, after zoning out a bit. “What?” I ask, though I heard him clearly the first time. “There was a shootout at your birthday party.” I feel Kaitlyn caressing my hand beneath the covers. Her touch keeps me grounded when I’m so close to leaving my body. I continue to stare at him speechless. It pains me to know that while everyone around me is so shaken…I’m numb and clueless.

Hello readers, thank you for following the story so far. The plot is about to take a dark and intense turn. I made an effort to incorporate the elements of a dark romance, danger, suspense, and maybe a bit of romance. Keep in mind that the title of this book is “TAINTED LOVE” (A Dark Mafia Romance). What is the first thing that comes to your mind? If you believed the book was dark in the previous chapters, well, it has just intensified. LOL.

Clara says, checking herself in the mirror and applying her lipstick. "Who am I dealing with again?" June asks, remembering she hadn't been given a name. "Miles White." Clara replied and June's heart dropped. Whoever didn't know whose name that was, was probably unalike. No way she had gotten herself in this much trouble with the Whites. They were a lineage of endless billionaires and anything they blessed bloomed but what they cursed, withered. But then when she remembered why she was doing all of this, she didn't care if she shot down the president as long as she learned what happened amidst lies and truth for her deceased father's sake and her mother's treatment she was even more willing

*Why can’t you just walk away? Because justice isn’t about innocence. Not really. It’s about power. It’s about who can twist the rules, who can find the seams and pull until they tear. The truth didn’t matter as much as the narrative that survived in the courtroom. Luc didn’t need to be clean. He just couldn’t be *completely* dirty. If I could find enough—reasonable doubt, procedural errors, even the suggestion of entrapment—I could tip the scales. I could win. But it wasn’t just about the challenge anymore.

Just nodded once, the kind of nod that comes when a man finally realises he's run out of excuses. Back in my office, I stood at the window, the city grey and slick with drizzle. Justice never feels clean. I'd seen enough justice in my life to know it always leaves someone bleeding, even when it's done right. You fool yourself into thinking it's clean, that truth is mercy, but there's no satisfaction in watching someone drown, even when they built the tide themselves. Dan had never helped Layla. He'd only taken what she offered, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but her strength holding up the life they shared.