Days gently passed by and began to stretch to weeks after the news of the secrets of the Meyers poured out for everyone to behold, following the tragic news of the heir’s death. The conglomerate began to bleed in the markets as stocks plummeted, and partnerships began to twindle as well, shaking every subsidiary and corporations under MEL-CO like they would all bleed red. Media houses came up with merciless headlines: THE MEYER EMPIRE COLLAPSES AFTER IRINA’S MEYER DARK PAST UNEARTHED. MURDERED HER HUSBAND MILL MEYER OVER THE ILLEGITIMACY OF CHILDREN.ANDRE MEYER AND ISLA MEYER NOT REAL FAMILY’S KIDS? MALCOLM MEYER NOT HER REAL KID? BOTCHED UP FAMILY?WHO THEN IS MALCOLM MEYER’S REAL MUM? WHAT ABOUT IVY MEYER? Whose is she? ANDRE MEYER, WIFE KILLER, AND ISLA MEYER, REPORTED MISSING, MURDERED EX-BOYFRIENDS POLICE INVESTIGATE FAMILY FOR FRAUD, TAX EVASION, BRIBERY ALLEGATIONS, AND MURDER- SUCH A GREAT TRIO. MISSING TYCOON AND HEIR TO THE BILLION DOLLAR FORTUNE, MALCOLM MEYER PRESUM
Back to the courtroom, as Zoe mentioned Andre murdering Audrey, the courtroom was already threatening to cave under the heaviness and direness of her revelations. Now, things had gone to a point that no one could return from. “My God…” someone whispered.“She killed her husband?!” another cried.“He killed his wife and framed her best friend?! I thought he was supposed to be dead when it happened?!” another suddenly remembered. Another person in the gallery cried out, “Murderers!”Irina, who had been successfully resuscitated sat stiff with her body trembling heavily under the biggest shame, while Andre sat, panting like a caged animal, his tie askew. Ivy just sat pale and fragile, her hands twisted in her lap.The judge had called for order three times already, and yet the silence never lasted. The truth was too much to handle. At this moment, Zoe and Ivy were looking at one another, and the memory of last night, how she saved her from almost being kidnapped came to mind. Knowi
Jasmine was at her flower shop earlier in the afternoon doing some pruning, the scent of fresh roses, marigolds, and lilies filling the air, when the bell above the door chimed and the door pushed open. She looked up thinking it was a customer while brushing the dirt off her palms, only for her lips to stretch into a warm smile.“Justine?” she called out, to her elegant friend dressed in a gorgeous tweed dress, “How are you? Is everything okay?” She asked immediately, noticing that her eyes looked so worried and restless. Justine sighed as she moved closer, panting a little more than she should, “Hey Jas,” she took her seat, while Jasmine quickly went to wash her hands off. “Did something happen?” She questioned as she walked back and took the seat across from her friend. “Have you heard? They’re reading Mill’s will today,” Justine informed her. “Mill?” Jasmine looked confused for a moment. “Malcolm's father. Mill Meyer,” she reminded, and Jasmine immediately gasped, remembering
The courtroom was pandemonium now as more shocked gasps erupted from everyone at the shocking announcement that Zoe could inherit the family's property. It sounded so bizarre, especially to Irina and Andre. Irina's shrill cries rose above it all, venom pouring out of her throat as she screamed, “You are delusional, Zoe! You and that stupid lawyer who uttered the most preposterous thing ever!” Andre slammed his fist on the table, as he roared at her, “Enough of this madness! The court is here for the will, not your bitter revenge! Stop the lies!” he raged bitterly.Immediately, Zoe’s cold and suffocating gaze shifted to him, “You, of all people, should know the difference between revenge and justice, Andre, and I will make sure the truth is heard, today, in front of everyone,” She declared.Hearing that, Irina, who was still struggling with the people that were holding her back, trembled with fury, “What truth?! That you are a bitter, cast-aside woman clinging to a dead man’s name?!”
Isla’s heart pounded painfully as she tried to process that information, her heart throbbing violently as hot blood raced through it, and her entire body trembling with the weight of despair. Rage and disbelief tangled inside her, as she tried to unhear what she had just heard, her head expanding by each passing second, threatening to explode. She wanted to scream, to deny it, but the men’s smirks told her everything.Her own mother.She began to shake, not from cold, but from the betrayal slicing through her chest.“No,” she hissed. “No, she wouldn’t…”But deep down, she knew Irina could. And would. Because she had been torn in her neck. Her mother had taken four steps ahead. “No! No! Let me go!” Isla screamed as she watched the men turn to leave. “Call my mother! Call her. Let me talk to her. Please. Just once. Just call her and I will talk to her. She will hear!” She screamed, panicking, begging, fearing that her mother would say they should do the worst. They continued to wal
When Isla’s eyes snapped open with a rapid gasp, the first thing she realized was that she was so cold and almost freezing. Also, her body was stiff like her limbs had been put apart, and they felt so sore like she had been thrown against a rock. She was lying on her side, and she was not yet fully aware of her surroundings, but the first thing she noticed was that she was lying on damp concrete, and that the air stank of rust and mold. Pulling herself up from her lying position in an instant, she shrieked in horror when she saw the kind of floor she initially awakened from, as she looked left and right in trepidation.A single lightbulb dangled from the ceiling of the room she was in, buzzing faintly, and her wrists burned with so much pain she tried to let herself out. But her hands and feet were tied and she couldn’t even move them.Panic raced through her heart and she scrambled in panic, as her head, body, and heart began to pound. The flashes of yesterday’s night memories sudd