After Alex presented all the evidence explaining his wicked brother's schemes, Liam saw that there was no way to hide anymore so he grinned again. "Yes, I meant what I said. I can't be the only one with hands pointing at me. I am just a little in number of people who are involved in this crime so as much as I would like to talk about certain things I also wanted to tell you that there might be some things that you want to change but don't have the power to. It's all in your head if you think that I won't carry out proper investigations." He said. The whole courtroom was astonished at his nonchalance. "Do you think that I would be afraid anymore? You don't even know half of what I've done. If you knew it, I'm sure that a lot of you would run mad but that won't help you one bit, instead it would dampen how fast this process should be and make you look like a fool." He spat. Temple signaled to him to stop talking so that he didn't reveal all the secrets but he refused. "The funny thi
It had been a week since the day that the final hearing had been adjourned. The judge had thanked Alex, Amelia, and Nikki for their help to the investigation. It was not something a judge would usually do but the whole situation that had brought them to the court was out of the ordinary. Alex and Brielle had been released from jail and the judge had ordered the immediate arrest of the real culprits after promising compensation to Alex and Brielle. Everyone sat in the courtroom, anticipating the beginning of the final hearing. There were reporters and people from the mass media all around the room and every single person who was involved in the case was present as well. Liam, his mother, their Lawyer who had helped their forgery, Brock, Sean and Martin. Alex, Amelia, Nikki and Brielle were also there to witness the final judgment so as to receive a form of closure for all of their efforts and the ways they had been deceived.Liam and his mother came into the courtroom first to hear th
Alex adjusted his dark hair, feeling the scorching heat of the sun. He regretted not bringing his hat along. His gaze fell upon the vase on display, and a wave of disappointment washed over him. The price tag next to it exceeded his budget. He turned to the salesman, seeking clarification."Is this the vase you have here?" Alex inquired, his voice filled with hope. The salesman responded with a warm smile. "No, sir. We have more vases, and they are quite affordable," the man gestured towards his left. Alex breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed the price tags next to the other vases, which were within his budget."Thank you," Alex expressed his gratitude. The salesman nodded and handed him the packaged porcelain vase.Suddenly, a voice called out Alex's name, causing him to turn around with a frown. Approaching him were some of his family members, whom he referred to as goons. "There you are," they exclaimed."Hey," Alex forced a smile, trying to maintain a pleasant demeanor. "What's
Alex stepped into the room, causing everyone's attention to shift towards him. Brielle appeared embarrassed and quickly averted her gaze."Oh, so the chicken finally shows up, huh? What do we have here, a little toy?" Brock taunted, prompting Alex to meet his gaze head-on, catching Brock off guard."Not a toy, Brock. It's called a vase, in case you didn't know," Alex countered, causing Brock to stare at him in surprise. Brock menacingly approached Alex, but soon realized that Alex was much larger and stronger than him, causing him to halt."Feeling brave now, huh? What did my sister say to you on the balcony?" Brock inquired, to which Alex simply shrugged."It's nothing, man. I brought grandma the best gift I could afford, that's all," Alex retorted. This statement elicited laughter from Brock and some members of the family."Come on, Alex. The best you could afford is basically nothing. Look at what I've got," Brock boasted, lifting another vase."This is a gift, not the toy you brou
Grandmother settled herself down slowly as Brielle approached her side."Grandma, we have a situation here. My... umm... husband claims that my brother's vase is fake. Can you tell? You used to have extensive knowledge about vases, grandma," Brielle whispered, squatting close to her and gently caressing her hand.Brielle had started to doubt the authenticity of Brock's vase, and she was becoming impressed by the way Alex had stood up to her brother.Her grandmother glared at Alex and Brock. She extended her hand, and Brock hesitated."Well," she said, and Brock reluctantly handed her the vase. She then reached out her hand to Alex, who stared at her in surprise. He nodded and handed her his own vase for inspection.She first examined Alex's vase and scowled. Brock grinned beside him, but the grandmother set Alex's vase aside and lifted Brock's vase to the light. Without hesitation, she instantly smashed it on the floor."Woah!" Brock exclaimed, and his grandmother scowled."How dare y
Alex woke up and found Brielle lying next to him, fast asleep. He focused on her face, the face that had captivated him. Ignoring her nakedness, he got up and put on a shirt. As he stood, Brielle woke up and put on a robe. They both locked eyes and stared at each other."Sorry about last night, I shouldn't have done that," Alex apologized. Brielle burst into laughter."Oh my god, you're such a wimp, Alex. I was the one who initiated it, remember?" she said. Alex nodded and walked into the main room. He poured himself a glass of vodka and sighed with satisfaction as he drank it. He poured another glass and downed it quickly."Can I join you?" a voice asked. Alex turned to see Amelia looking at him, her usual haughty expression softened."No," Alex replied, in a bad mood and not wanting any trouble. He didn't trust Amelia. "Go away," he said, tilting the vodka bottle to his mouth and finishing it. The alcohol seemed to help him forget his problems. Amelia's soft hands found their way t
Alex woke to find the bed empty; he knew Brielle must have gone to get some groceries. They were still on break because of Grandma's birthday. Sighing, he sat up and stared at the mirror before him. His dark hair had fallen to his temples, and his eyes still looked hungry for sleep—he damned well needed one.Yawning, Alex walked out to the bar stand, where he now always resorted to drinking to clear his head. He grabbed a bottle of liquor, poured it into a glass, and took a sip.“This is becoming a habit. Do you know how much it costs to maintain this lifestyle?” someone said, and Alex nearly spilled his drink in surprise.“Amelia,” he said, his voice deep, something that made her observe him closely. “Good morning,” he added nonchalantly, and Amelia smiled at him, a grin plastered on her face as she walked up to him.“Should you be drinking this early? This lavish lifestyle, I hope you know your meager salary can't fund it,” she mocked. Alex frowned, and the liquor turned sour in his
Alex entered the extravagant resort and was greeted by a swarm of people. He couldn't help but wonder why the place was so packed and why Martins had chosen such a crowded spot to meet.Feeling confused, Alex scanned the area for Martins, but it was difficult with all the noise and commotion. Deciding to step outside, he inadvertently collided with a red-haired lady, causing her to drop her bag."Are you blind?" she snapped at Alex, who quickly apologized and bent down to pick up her bag. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming," he explained, handing her the bag. She snatched it from him suspiciously, giving him a disdainful look."You're a thief, aren't you? I hope you haven't stolen anything yet. Is this how thieves behave?" she accused, scanning her bag for any missing items. Alex wasn't surprised by her reaction; people in the city often looked down on those they perceived as poor. He didn't dress like a wealthy person, so it was easy for them to judge him."There's no need to make a