At his mansion, Julius sat in his comfortable leather chair while he was on the phone with his dad. They exchanged business talks and discussed how to move Sabbath Luxuria forward.Suddenly, Mr. Turner knocked gently on the door, and just after he finished the call, Julius said, “Come in, Mr. Turner.”Mr. Turner stepped into Julius’ home office quietly. His appearance was not different from usual: a black fitted suit and an earpiece nestled in his ear. However, there was something unusual he held firmly in his hand.Crinkled at the edges, bearing the weight of inked stories and headlines, its pages slightly yellowed with age. “What is that, Mr. Turner?” Julius couldn't help but be curious about what Mr. Turner was holding.“This is why I came to see you, sir,” Mr. Turner said.“I'm afraid you'll have to take a look for yourself,” Mr. Turner added as he stretched out his hand to Julius with a bow.Right at the moment when Julius received what Mr. Turner gave him, he saw that it was ind
Just as Julius was informed about the arrival of the press, he rose gently to his feet and fastened his suit buttons into the appropriate holes. As he did so, he took his first step forward, and Mr. Turner bowed to him, then opened the door for his master to exit the home office. Exiting the home office, every bodyguard stationed at strategic corners bowed to Julius as he confidently and gently passed them. In a similar vein, each housekeeper, engrossed in their tasks, paused and bowed as Julius walked by. Descending the grand staircase with Mr. Turner behind him, Julius could see through the tall, glassy windows that a number of press representatives were indeed waiting for him in his compound. He observed that none of these press members were seated. They stood with their tall cameras, their subordinates behind them, and their black vans bearing the names of TV stations. When he finally stepped out of his mansion through the front door, Julius noticed how each reporter quickly att
**Olivia’s P.O.V.** Seeing what just happened on TV, Olivia couldn't believe her eyes. She knew there was something different about Julius Sabbath the instant he walked up to her and Alexander and made Alexander have a deal with him at the Golden Gavel Auction. Nevertheless, she did not know Julius was the only heir of the Great Sabbath Family. "What?" she exclaimed very loudly the instant she saw this on the news. The glass cup she held in her hands fell to the hard floor and broke instantly into pieces. It was more like she was having a nightmare when she saw that the ex-boyfriend she had betrayed, mocked, and ridiculed, even to the whole student body of the university, was in fact the only heir? "What?" she exclaimed again, which piqued the curiosity of her whole household. Her mother, her aunt, her younger brother, and her grandmother all came to the sitting room with their curiosity at the tip of their noses. "Why are you screaming like that, Olivia? I told you never to screa
Finally reading everything in the caption, Olivia passed the phone to her mother, who read it herself, equally shocked. Seeing her mother's reaction, Aunt Cynthia snatched the phone from her, and with this, she read everything on the Great Sabbath Family's verified Instagram page at once. They were shocked by the bone marrow.“How come that poor thing is the only heir, and we did not know?” Patricia muttered sadly.“We have said too many horrible things to him and looked down upon him too much. How do we go forward from here?” Patricia said.“Maybe she can just go beg him, and he will take her back.” Grandma Mildred said suddenly, and each one of them, including Olivia, looked at her as if she did not know what she was saying.“I know each of you thinks I am crazy right now, but hear me out,” Grandma Mildred said.“Men love for love, but women love for the advantage they can get from the man. This is why men date down or, better yet, marry down, while on the other hand, ladies date gu
Seeing how beautiful she looked after she dressed, not only did Patricia compliment her beauty, but Aunt Cynthia and Grandma Mildred also did. In their words, Grandma Mildred said, “Julius would only be blind if he didn’t see your beauty and wanted to have you back.”Olivia smiled widely at this compliment. She was the kind of lady who loved being complimented, and on that day, she indeed knew that she was very beautiful. Hence, she only offered a slight smile in response.As she got out of the house, she was not alone. Grandma Mildred, Patricia, Aunt Cynthia, and even Ethan, like a family seeing off their beloved daughter at the airport, enveloped her in a hug as they waved goodbye to Olivia.“I wish you good luck.” Each of them waved to her with buoyant smiles on their faces as they watched her flag down a taxi and step into it.As the taxi driver moved the car, “To the Sabbath Mansion,” she said with a smile still on her face. In response, the taxi driver said, “Yes, ma’am. The Sab
“Are there any exemptions to this rule?” Olivia forced herself to ask after standing at the gate for quite a few minutes and still being unable to go through. "The exemption is only for the family members of the boss," the guard said confidently, his tone as resolute as a seasoned gatekeeper defending his master's domain. This prompted Olivia to inquire further, her curiosity stirring like a restless breeze on a hot summer day, seeking relief in the shade of the guard's explanation. “What about his girlfriend?” “Certainly, if the boss has a girlfriend, she is also exempted from this policy and can come in at any time she wants,” the guard explained, his words flowing like a stream over smooth pebbles, carrying with them a sense of authority softened by understanding. With that, Olivia swiftly retrieved her phone from her purse. As she brought out her phone, she quickly scroll through G****e Photos and launched her backup photos. Scrolling down further, like a roll of the dice, she
Finally walking for what seemed like a journey spanning eternity from the gate to the mansion, Olivia was already sweating profusely, her brow glistening like a marathon racer who had been running relentlessly for three days without rest.She heaved a heavy breath immediately upon reaching the mansion. And in a spectacle that surpassed her wildest dreams, she beheld the magnificence of the mansion and the array of luxurious vehicles adorning Julius's compound."Wow!" she exclaimed more times than she could count. Each luxurious sight before her was a manifestation of opulence she never imagined she would witness in her lifetime.With the meticulously manicured gardens with exotic flowers and rare plants, the cascading waterfalls flowing into serene ponds stocked with colorful koi fish, the tennis court boasting professional-grade surfaces, and the fully equipped outdoor kitchen and dining area designed for entertaining guests, all of these things made Olivia find herself in a state of
Taking her order and walking further into the mansion, it was not up to thirty minutes before Olivia saw the same lady coming right back towards her.In this way, Olivia observed how she carefully balanced a tray laden with an exquisite spread of culinary delights. The main dish, expertly plated and garnished with fresh herbs, was placed at the center of the tray, showcasing all its delicious glory.Alongside it rested a side dish, elegantly arranged to complement the main course, with its vibrant colors and enticing aromas tantalizing the senses, and Olivia could not help but salivate.On one side of the tray, a selection of appetizers was arranged with precision, each bite-sized delicacy presented with artistic flair, from delicate canapés to savory tartlets.Completing the ensemble, a bottle of fine wine was cradled securely in the lady’s other hand, its label gleaming under the ambient light."Here, ma’am,” the lady said politely as she reached Olivia and placed the tray on a stan
“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