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The Revenge Of An Heiress

Chapter 5 Who Killed Amber

Word Count: 1438    |    Released on: 18/07/2024

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would undoubtedly raise again. Still, the thrill of standing my ground against them, of knowing I had the upper hand for once, w

yed yesterday's events in my head. The judge's words still echoed: "Not guilty." It was a v

assistant, entered the room, her iPad clutched tightly against her ches

or a meeting with the private investigator

I needed. "Thank you, Monica. And make sure to bring me all the documents related to the co

trying to calm the storm inside me. The scent of jasmine from the perfu

and I could see the determination in his blue eyes. Despite our business relationship, there was a

," he said, his voic

hank you for arrang

understand the urgency. This private investigator is the best

ingering scent of old paper and wood polish. The private investiga

d. "I've already started looking into Mrs. Lucy Whitehood's backg

nterest piqued. "What

ctions that don't add up. Large sums of money moving in and out of offshore accou

his was exactly what I needed. "Keep digging, Jo

ration and concern in his eyes. "Are you sure

re sure of anything in my life. Lucy and Vanessa have take

nto place, and I could almost taste victory. But amid the plans and strategies, there was a part

t if this path leads to more d

tion now. I had to stay focused, and strong. For my mother,

ment. The tension between us was palpable, the air th

t don't lose yourself in this battle. Remem

rcing through my defences. "I won't, Audrey. B

n his lips. "Just know that you're not

ight. As the day wore on, I found myself drawing strength from that th

ial documents Monica had brought me, my phone

Central Avenue. 5 PM.

ing at the clock, I realized I had just enough time to make it

the middle of reviewing some documents.

n his face. "Are you sure you

to handle this alone. I'll

and dread settled in my stomach. What could this m

. I spotted a figure sitting on a bench, partially obscured by the branches of an old oak tree. As I a

she asked, her voi

's me. Who

nd of your mother's. We worked

– the place Grandma had mentioned. "You k

a good woman. She didn't deserve what happened to her. But there

ckened. "Tel

tensity that sent a shiver down my spine. "Your mother didn't

pected foul play, but to hear it confirmed was like having

round. "It was Simon. Your foster father.

an who had raised me, who had been a father figure

hispered, shaking m

t I have proof. Documents, witness st

responsible for my mother's death, then everything I thought I knew was a

and handed me a file. "Take this. It has everything you need to know. But

mbling. "Thank you, Jane. I'l

confusion. But beneath it all, there was a new sense of purpose. I wasn't just fight

il everyone responsible

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“Time passed as the court proceedings went by. Audrey's lawyer kept me in awe with his work. When it was time for Grandma to walk into the witness box, she hesitated. I felt her hand trembling in mine. "Calm down, Grandma. I'm right here with you." I smiled at her and led her to the witness box. Vanessa's eyes trolled me as I walked, her sharp gaze piercing my skin. I turned to meet her gaze, the anger in her eyes exciting me. Oh, sweetheart, we are just getting started. I have a lot in store for you and your dearest mother. My lips curved into a smirk, a sign of immense satisfaction. Her frustration gladdened me. I walked back to my seat and could almost smell my victory. The beginning of my revenge. "Did you invite the media as I asked you to?" I whispered to Audrey. "Yes, I did. Stop worrying, it's a clear case. Eric is pretty impressive; it will be over in no time," Audrey said, smiling at me. "I'm not worrying. I don't get nervous," I said, avoiding his gaze. He chuckled and turned to the other side. It was time for the judge to give his verdict. I could hear my heart beating so much that I feared it was audible to others. I swallowed hard, trying not to show my anxiety. Sweat rolled down my back, and my jean jacket now seemed too tight. The air was stiff, and the room felt suffocating.....”