The 50th Law Novels & Stories

It was a mockery. Every time he proudly told others we were in an older woman–younger man relationship, underneath that pride was nothing but disgust. When he swore he’d take care of me, that I’d never need to touch my dad’s money, it wasn’t love. He was just afraid I’d compete with Dawn. What a ridiculous five years it had been. Next year, I’d be thirty, and my entire twenties would end in lies and betrayal. I stood in front of the mirror and smiled faintly. A fine line had appeared at the corner of my eye. As I lifted my hand and touched my reflection, the line seemed to disappear for a moment.

She was nervous because she did not want to say too much and then lose her gifts. Winona held her cup close and looked at Isabella thinking about what to ask. She knew Isabella was nervous and why. “Tell us, first, how did you survive Lucy trying to kill you?” Isabella put her cup down and held Joseph’s hand tightly. “Let me explain this. First of all, there are higher laws called Natural Laws that govern all things. When I say all things, I mean that quite literally. There are no exceptions to that no matter what you might believe in yourself. These laws are more than just the Ten Commandments because they are living laws, and as such, no one can really write down every single thing that th

Vinayak drew his hands back from her clutch and warned her. "We can hire a lawyer...." Neelam tried to continue when Suhani shouted for the first time. "And I choose to be the lawyer who would fight the case. I don't bother about Banshali or his case. I don't worry about Aryaan Mathoor's death. I bother about my Veer and his murderer won't be spared." Rajveer's parents were blinking their eyes along with Suhani's parents. They were unable to believe their ears hearing Suhani's loud voice. She was looking like a completely different person.

"Destruction of legal documents and conspiracy to defraud me of my personal assets." The second Janet heard the word "lawsuit," she threw herself down next to Desmond and grabbed his arm like her life depended on it. "Desmond, I don't want to go to jail! I don't!" Desmond finally started to panic. He scrambled to his feet and grabbed the hem of my shirt. "No, babe—I was wrong! Please forgive me, just this once, for our daughter's sake!" Disgusted, I kicked him off. But he kept crawling back, clutching my arm and sobbing pitifully.

“Kaden was reckless, but he believed in something. You, on the other hand, seem to believe in revenge.” That hit a little too close to home. I said nothing. Moretti stepped around the desk slowly, the click of his shoes echoing like a countdown. “Here’s what you need to understand, Myra. This city doesn’t run on law. It runs on order. And sometimes, order doesn’t wear a badge.” I hated how calm he sounded. Like he was in control of every heartbeat in the room — including mine. “Tell me what really happened to him,” I demanded.

“Girl, you just broke the internet and the age barrier.” Rory wiped his brow. “My blood pressure ain’t built for press conferences.” Theo was already posting clips. “Hashtag TheFifthVow is trending! Ma, you’re literally the face of romantic resilience.” “Lord, help me,” Ava said, collapsing into a chair. Marcus crouched beside her. “You okay?” She nodded slowly. “You know what’s funny? I thought being seventy meant people stopped talkin’ about you.” “Turns out,” he said, “they were just waiting for the good part.”

"Unbelievable! Why would she suddenly resign?" "Guess you haven't heard about it yet, huh? Mr. Lawson went to the city hall today to propose, but apparently, he got stood up!" "What? Are you serious?" "Absolutely. I saw it with my own eyes. It's been the talk of the town!" one of them insisted. "That's right. Turns out Isabella was the person Mr. Lawson wanted to propose to!" another exclaimed. "T-That's crazy… Are you sure it's not some fake news?"

"Fifty." The square erupted. People were shouting now, pushing to see who would pay such a price for a human slave. My legs shook so badly I could barely stand. The trader's mouth hung open. He looked at Garrett, but the scarred alpha had gone pale. Slowly, he shook his head and backed away. "Sold!" The trader's voice cracked. "Sold to the hooded bidder for fifty gold pieces!" Guards rushed forward and cut the ropes from my wrists. My hands were numb. Everything felt like a dream, hazy and unreal.

He ignored the pressure from two Alphas bearing down on him and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I’m telling the truth! Wren left me five years ago, and she was already pregnant! That pup over there? He’s mine! The timeline fits perfectly! What, do you all think I’m blind?" His voice rose higher, thick with accusation. "Alpha Nolan, are you really okay with this? Raising another’s pup like your own?" I laughed. At first, it was a low chuckle, but it grew louder and louder until tears welled up at the corners of my eyes. "Oh, Aiden," I said, voice edged with scorn. "You’re still the same arrogant, delusional fool. You really don’t know, do you? That child you’ve been dreaming of, the one you

I tried to convince myself that I was strong, that I could face him without recalling all the wounds that remained. I decided not to let uncertainty take over. I touched my neck, ensuring the small necklace I always wore was there. It was a reminder that even though the past weighed heavily, I still had myself. Sean. After five years, I would sit across from him again. Not because there hadn’t been opportunities, but I had always refused. But his last message—so urgent—made it impossible for me to pretend not to care anymore. [Aisha… please, meet me. Just this once. There’s something I need to say to you in person.]