It had taken two grueling days for Charlotte to draw up a defamation lawsuit to give to the court and incidentally the court date was set to take place in a week. On the same day as Alarick's real birthday, the day he was actually born before he was stolen from the King family, not the day he thought was his birthday, given by whoever had found him. But even though that was the case Alarick wasn't enthusiastic about it.Alarick and Charlotte sat in the study and like most times went through some documents that could further increase their chances of winning the case. They had gotten over their little misunderstanding that day in front of the courthouse and planned to just win it all and then move on. As they worked in silence, Alarick's phone rang. He looked for his phone as it continued to ring out amidst the vast amount of documents that covered the desk at the time. In another second or two he found it and checked the caller ID. It was one of the members of the board. Jameson Clay
Five days had gone by and there hadn't been a peep from either Grace or the company on the business scene. It had been unusually quiet and Alarick didn't like it. He paced in his study as the sun set with Charlotte watching him while she arranged the papers on the desk. They had finished creating and compiling evidence in their argument for the court hearing that was going to take place in the next two days. All they had to do now was wait. Alarick ran his hands through his hair frustrated. Charlotte knew the feeling all too well. It's not like anything bad had happened but they wanted it to. They needed it for their plan to fully be realized. A few days ago Alarick and Charlotte had come upon a video of Grace commanding someone on the phone to burn Alarick's house down so that he and Charlotte would die in the fire and not be able to make the court date allowing her to legally take the company as her own. Alarick had already put in contingency plans for her attack but him dying and
The group stayed glued to the floor for some seconds when some of Alarick's security detail barged into the room armed to the teeth and lifted them up from the ground. Alarick, who had landed on Charlotte to shield her from whatever was going on, got up and looked away, avoiding the gaze that Charlotte gave him when she stood upright. Scarlett noticed the exchange and bit her lip till she drew blood. She said nothing though, not wanting to incite a fight when they still weren't sure of what was happening.The guards immediately turned around and pointed their weapons at the door as if expecting for assailants to come running in guns blazing. One of the security men shouted over the deafening noise of gunshots coming from outside."Mr Alarick, are you okay?"Alarick gave the guy a nod before the man who was seemingly the head of the security team turned over and asked the same questions to the women in the group."What about you ladies? Is anyone hurt by any chance?"Charlotte, Scarlet
It had been a day since the fire incident at the King mansion. Luckily they had all made it out alive and unscathed apart from the man on Alarick's security detail that was shot, Henry. They had disposed of the dead bodies of the attackers and had rounded up the culprits who were caught. It took them some time to get rid of or repair the damage that was done that night but they pushed on especially when they knew they finally had their smoking gun. The thing that would end Grace. The day of the long awaited court hearing had arrived. Alarick sat beside Charlotte and they both sat some distance away from Grace and her new lawyer. Grace eyed them both still angry at the fact that they had survived the fire. The tables were turned. Now they were the prosecution and Grace was the defense. She was going to be the one to fend off their attacks and just like the night she sent men to get rid of Alarick, she would lose.The tension in the air was palpable and with the agreement of both parti
The judge walked back into the courtroom and the room immediately turned quiet. She took her seat silently and looked at the jury. It wasn't a guess what the jury would pick. The massive amount of compelling evidence that was shown was more than enough to convince everyone in the room of who was innocent and who was guilty. She turned back to the crowd while hitting her gavel. "Court is now in session. I have to ask both sides. Does either the prosecution or the defense have anything else to say in this case?"Both sides of the court shook their heads, no one wanting to come forward and say another word. The judge turned to the jury."Has the jury come to a decision?"A man from the jury stood up."Yes we have, your honor.""Could you read it out for the court to hear?"The man opened the envelope in his hands and brought out the paper. He looked at it and read."In the case of Alarick King versus Grace King, the jury found the defendant, Grace King, guilty of defamation."The crowd i
Noise was one of the things Alarick Blythe hated the most, especially the kind of noise produced by people on the busy streets as they went about their business. Car horns, parents yelling at their children to stay off the road, vendors yelling to attract customers to buy their wares, and more, it was all so debilitating, but he would have to go through it all to get to his destination. With a bouquet of roses in his left hand and an expensive box of one of the finest chocolates in the city, he meandered through the crowd and waved a taxi down.The driver spoke before Alarick even got seated. “Where are you headed, sir?” He asked.“The Grand Bayou Hotel and Suites on Madeline street.”The driver smiled at him and eyed the gifts he held in his hand.“Going to meet a special lady, eh? I bet the madam won’t like you prancing around with girls half your age”Alarick was irked by the man’s words. The driver didn’t know anything about him, yet he just assumed that Alarick was going to a ho
The weather seemed to be part of the grand plan to humiliate Alarick further because immediately he stepped out of the hotel, it began to rain. Or maybe the weather wasn’t actually mocking him, maybe the sky was actually weeping for him because of the humiliation he just endured. Whichever way, he loathed getting soaked, but at the same time, he was glad for the rain because it concealed his tears from passers by that were running to take cover to avoid being wet. He was soaked from head to toe and he was beginning to shiver, but none of it could be compared to how he felt inside. Ashamed, Disgraced, Humiliated, Dejected, these were words he could use to describe how he was feeling but they all seemed so paltry.He was so dazed that he didn’t realise that he had walked all the way from the hotel to the mansion till he saw the gates of the Blythe mansion up ahead. At least he had saved the cab fare, it was literally all he had left, he was basically penniless. He regretted spending his
Brianna shot up from her chair immediately after I finished speaking my mind.“How dare you ask for a divorce when no wrong was done against you? You can’t take care of my needs because you’re poor. Are you trying to humiliate me? What would it look like when it gets to the media that I was divorced by someone as pathetic as you?” She sneered.“I don’t care, just like you never cared when you decided to fuck another man on our anniversary. You don’t even regret what you did, you feel no remorse. I can’t stay married to someone like you!” He yelled.“How dare you raise your voice at my daughter? You should be worshipping the ground she walks on, even her shoes cost more than your pathetic being.” Bruce Blythe said.“I don’t know why we tolerate this street rat in our house, throw him out this instant.” Brock said as he looked at Alarick with disdain.“I agree. Maybe after sleeping on the streets for a while, he will appreciate the shelter we gave to him.” Ben said.Alarick was happy th