Just as she fixed her eyes directly on her phone, she went on Twitter and launched her Space again. With this, she could see people trooping in as they always did. In less than a minute, over two thousand people had already joined the space. Nevertheless, if her space were the only one being live at the moment, it was a lie.Similarly, as he fixed her eyes on her phone, ex-ranger Jackson already guessed what she was up to. Then he smirked again and swiped his finger on his phone screen, launching his Twitter app.He launched the app, and just as he saw each Twitter feed on the screen, he noticed at the top of the screen the ongoing space titled "The Punk Poorest Guy on Campus." However, he also observed that this was not the only thing happening at the moment."The Punk Bitter Girl on Campus," he read to himself, and as such, he was curious about what the Space was all about.Instantly, he gently fixed his earpiece in the phone's right hole at the bottom, then connected the earpiece t
Hearing what Emily said, ex-ranger Jackson swiftly switched to Jessica’s space like a hawk diving for its prey. And as he entered Jessica's space, he glanced at the number of participants she had managed to gather at this moment. “Fifty-two participants?” He smirked. However, if that was all he saw, it would be a lie. “Jess, Emily is really angry at you. Why would you do something like that to her? Why call her names just because Mark left you?” Ex-ranger Jackson saw comments flying on his screen instantly. “Jess, you are a bad friend. I hope my friends are not like you.” “How can you be so bitter just because Mark left you?” “Is Mark the only person you have dated in your life? When you left your ex did his friends treated him the same way?” “Life is not all about you, Jess. You should learn how to move on.” However, no matter how much the comments were daggers flying at Jessica, all she kept saying was, “Remember, there are always three sides to a story: Emily’s side, my si
“I kept my cool; I still maintained my focus on Mark. I demanded a reason why he wouldn’t have a plan for his girlfriend. I mean, can’t he hear Olivia just told us Alexander was taking her on a trip to Paris?”“Then he began to mumble words out of his mouth like he did not want to explain the situation to me, just forcing words out so that it wouldn’t seem like he didn't say anything.”“Right in that moment, suddenly, even when I least expected it, Emily’s voice broke out behind me again. Her voice sounded colder, like daggers of ice that split my heart into pieces. ‘Mark doesn’t want you anymore, Jess. He has wanted to tell you this forever, and you just won’t listen.’”“How can she even say that to me? What’s her own if Mark had wanted to say that forever and he couldn’t muster the courage to tell me? I just focused my eyes on Mark, and rightly as she said, Mark looked at me with eyes lurking with reluctance. ‘I’m sorry, Jess, but this thing happening between us is no longer working
“That’s just it, guys. Believe it or not, Julius remains a poor bastard that I wish never to return to. The rumor that he was rich is all thanks to Emily trying to grow her space even more.” “We won’t take this, Olivia. We must deal with her. We must let her know she can’t play with our emotions. How can she deceive us like that?” More comments popped up at this moment, which made ex-ranger Jackson smirk even more. “Now it has become a tug of war. It’s a pity none of these students are wise,” he thought, then expanded his cheek into a broader smirk at this moment. At this instance, he looked into Emily’s room through the faint opening and saw that she was still busy in her space. “For f**k's sake, how many times will I tell you they are no longer my friends? I don’t care what they say about me sending them away; I really do not care.” “I am going to f**king tell y’all a f**king secret right now. So, you know those petty little rats who say anything just to win this battle?” “How
“Before I say anything, I will first of all apologize to my darling Alexander for witnessing this ugly scene. Indeed, you shouldn't see all of these but I just have to protect what we share. And you should know that I love you, and I will do anything to keep you, even if it means answering this question.” “Here we go, playing the game with emotions. She is one damn good player,” ex-ranger Jackson smirked again. “Let whoever never made mistakes in their past first throw their stones at me. But if, at one time or another, you have just one mistake or a few of them that you regret to this day, please hear me out.” “I see that Emily, out of her frustration and anger, is trying so hard to spoil my name. But of course, I am a person of integrity, and this is why when I left Julius, everybody knew I did it and that I left him because he was too poor to take care of me.” “So who is Robert? I will tell you all who Robert is.” “He is someone I met before I got admission to this university.
Seeing how she had been banned from Twitter, ex-Ranger Jackson let out a buoyant smirk on his face. However, this did not mean that he was carried away by his level of excitement.Through the faint opening in the door, he watched her and saw how she exclaimed almost immediately.“F**k it!”He observed her emotions rise like a tempestuous storm, her breathing becoming incessant like the relentless pounding of waves against the shore. At the same time, her legs sauntered about her room like restless thunderclouds, charged with pent-up anger and frustration.“F**king fools!” She exclaimed again.“How dare them, how dare they report my f**king space?” she boiled in anger more evidently as her legs continued to pace around to and fro, then faster and faster.Her hands were on her jaws, and her mouth was murmuring hastened words. “What should I do? What should I do now?” ex-Ranger Jackson continued to hear her ask herself as she flung her phone onto the bed, as if the phone disgusted her.I
As she made this statement, ex-Ranger Jackson minimized his phone screen once again and dashed into Twitter. Right there, he saw that Olivia’s mic was still popping like a bowl of kernels in a hot pan.“Never have I wished for anything more. But this afternoon, I wish that I had never met Emily. I wish that I had never become friends with her. It's obvious she is trying to nail me on the cross for a crime I did not commit, and all for what? Because Mark ended things with Jessica and she asked her to move on.”“Even if she asked her to move on and I immediately had concern about where the audacity to say such words had come from, is that enough reason to throw stones at me? Are you asking for my death?”“I can see all your comments, and I have seen that you reported her space. Thank you so much, guys. I really appreciate your efforts. However, just like you mentioned that she opened an Instagram account and went live, I want to believe we know what to do with this account as well. We s
“So, you can all see that Emily used the death of an innocent boy, a boy who died many years ago, to chase clout. How dare she do this to him, to me, and to every one of you?” At this moment, as Olivia continued to talk, ex-Ranger Jackson knew it was time to switch back to I*******m Live and hear out what Emily was saying. With this, he minimized his screen time away from Twitter and got into I*******m. Entering Emily’s live session on I*******m, ex-Ranger Jackson saw that the comments were not any better than the last time he checked. In fact, they had gotten worse. “You d**kshit, how dare you use an innocent boy to chase clout?” “Clout chaser, go away. We don’t want to hear any more of your lies.” “Someone said you are a f**king a**hole, Emily. I know that’s right if you ask me.” “Hey, you f**king buffalo, we heard your a** leaking from all the backshots you have taken.” “If you can conveniently lie on the dead, f**ker, then we should be able to spread a rumor that you are gay
“Thank you, Ms. Benedicta, for the opportunity to speak in this interview session about the recent happenings in our society. And yes, a prenup is a short prenuptial agreement. This is a legal contract entered into by a couple before they get married. It outlines the division of assets and financial responsibilities in the event of divorce or separation. This is the case with Rebecca, according to her agreement in the prenup; she won’t get anything from the assets after divorce.“Now, regarding whether she is right to be happy as her husband has been sentenced to life imprisonment, I want us to understand that, first of all, it is a person’s right to be happy. A person who is not happy deserves to be happy. However, the cause of being happy can vary. To some, money makes them happy; to others, their husbands or wives make them happy; and to other people, the aroma of food and the sound of sexual talks make them happy.In the case of Rebecca, I can relate to her when she says she was ha
Answering that question, the screen boldly showed reporter Alfred, who then said, “Our dear viewers, you have heard from Rebecca herself. She has filed for divorce with Mr. Thornton, and she is the happiest that justice has been served. Right now, we will be transitioning to the studio, where Ms. Benedicta will take over this discussion. But before that, don’t go anywhere.”As reporter Alfred said this on TV and smiled, the screen transitioned into a commercial break. A renowned soccer player was seen on TV kicking his ball and finally kicking it hard into the sky. Suddenly, the ball speedily changed into the Pepsi logo, and then a bottle of Pepsi was shown on the screen.After the commercial, the TV transitioned back into the studio, where a woman was shown wearing a short-length suit. Her hair was somewhat red and very short. She held a pen and a notepad and smiled boldly into the camera.Beside her were five men in different colored suits. One wore blue, another black, another grey
The news of this soon spread across every blog, every news station, and on social media, with the caption, “Mr. Richard Thornton, the same man who set out to compete with Master Julius Sabbath's luxurious hotel, has been sentenced to a lengthy prison term.” As for this, the news broadcasters have it on their TV screens, like:“Hello, dear viewers, We are back again to give you the latest news in real-time. As always, you are our priority, and we make sure to keep you updated.Just a few minutes ago, Mr. Thornton, who wanted to compete with Master Julius Sabbath of the great Sabbath family, was sentenced to a lengthy prison term. We heard this from the judge himself when he pronounced the sentence in court.Among the testifiers in court who shared their experiences with Mr. Thornton were his neighbor, Master Julius Sabbath himself, his two daughters, his wife, his ex-wife, and three of his employees.While they shared their experiences with the court, each of their testimonies aligned
The courtroom was tense with anticipation as Master Julius Sabbath stepped down from the stand. The judge, his face a mask of solemn contemplation, turned to address the room. The weight of the testimonies and evidence presented against Mr. Thornton hung heavy in the air."Mr. Thornton, please rise," the judge commanded. Thornton stood, his face pale, his eyes darting around the room as if seeking an escape from the walls closing in around him.The judge began, "After hearing the testimonies of multiple witnesses and reviewing the substantial evidence presented, this court must now deliberate on the charges brought against you. The accusations are grave and numerous, encompassing wage theft, domestic violence, sexual harassment, and corruption."He turned to the jury, ensuring their attention. "First, let us address the charge of wage theft. We have heard from multiple witnesses, including former employees, who testified to your consistent failure to pay wages on time. These delays an
As Michael Harrison left the stand, the judge turned to the bailiff. "Please call Master Julius Sabbath to the stand."Julius walked to the stand, was sworn in, and took a seat, facing the courtroom with a calm yet determined expression."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted."My name is Master Julius Sabbath," he began. "I am the heir of the great Sabbath Family who was once in poverty training when I met Mr. Thornton."The judge nodded. "Master Sabbath, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Julius took a deep breath and began. "When I first met Mr. Thornton, I was still struggling to make a name for myself and was undergoing training to improve my skills. Mr. Thornton hired me despite my circumstances, which I appreciated at the time."He paused, his expression growing more serious. "However, it soon became clear that Mr. Thornton had a very abrasive personality. He was always verbally abusive to his employees, especially the male ones who
A young girl, slightly nervous but determined, approached the witness stand. She was sworn in, and after taking a deep breath, she began her testimony."Please introduce yourself to the court," the judge prompted gently."My name is Emily Thornton," she said, her voice soft but clear. "I'm 12 years old, and I'm Rebecca's first daughter."The judge nodded. "Emily, can you tell us about your experiences with Mr. Thornton?"Emily took another deep breath, gathering her thoughts. "Mr. Thornton is my dad. At first, he seemed nice, but it didn't take long before he started changing. He would get really angry at my mom for little things. He would yell at her a lot, calling her names and saying really mean things."Her voice wavered slightly, but she pressed on. "One time, I heard them fighting, and I went to see what was happening. I saw him push my mom against the wall and hit her. She was crying and begging him to stop, but he wouldn't. I was really scared, and I didn't know what to do."E
As the court resumed after the recess, the judge called for order. The courtroom immediately quieted, and the judge addressed the court.“Thank you for your patience,” the judge said. “We will now call Mrs. Laura Thornton to the stand.”Laura Thornton, a composed woman in her late forties, walked to the witness stand. She was sworn in and took her seat, glancing briefly at her ex-husband before looking resolutely ahead.“Please introduce yourself to the court,” the judge prompted.“My name is Laura Thornton,” she began, her voice steady. “I was married to Mr. Thornton for three years. We have no children together.”The judge nodded. “Mrs. Thornton, please tell the court why you divorced Mr. Thornton.”Laura took a deep breath, her gaze unwavering. “I divorced Mr. Thornton because of domestic violence. For years, I endured physical and emotional abuse. Contrary to what Mr. Thornton has told everyone, that I extorted him and sex-starved him, the reality is that I lived in constant fear
---Emily, at this instance, took a deep breath, her eyes hardening as she looked at Mr. Thornton, and continued talking. “I worked for Mr. Thornton for two years. Like many others, I was drawn in by the promise of fair wages. But those wages were never paid on time. Sometimes they weren't paid at all. When we confronted him, he would dismiss our concerns, make excuses, and even threaten us with termination if we kept asking.”Her voice grew more intense. “But it wasn’t just the financial exploitation. Mr. Thornton created a hostile work environment through his constant verbal abuse. He would belittle us, call us names, and make us feel worthless. He thrived on our fear and desperation.”She paused, her expression growing darker. “And there was something even more sinister. Mr. Thornton sexually harassed me and other female employees. One day, while I was working late, he came up behind me and tried to touch my breast. I pushed him away and told him to stop, but he just laughed it off
In the early hours of the morning, this was the day every citizen had waited for, both young and old, men and women. The courtroom was filled with an air of anticipation and a sense of justice long overdue. The seats were packed with spectators, some standing in the aisles, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the proceedings.In the same manner, reporters jostled for space, their cameras clicking and flashes popping, eager to capture every moment of this high-profile trial.Reporters were both inside and outside the court. On this day, “Today is the day we have all waited for, the day Mr. Thornton stands trial for his fate, whether he will be sentenced to prison or become a free man. Do not forget that Mr. Thornton has been charged with wage theft and domestic violence against his wife, Rebecca. Will he be able to secure his freedom? We can only wait and see,” reporter Jasmine said on TV while she smiled, and the TV screen transitioned to the court proceedings.As the TV screen