Queen Of Justice.

Four years had passed since she escaped the confines of the prison gates.

With a strong desire for revenge, she fled to Germany. There, she rebuilt herself to become stronger and more powerful.

Every time she thought to give up, she remembered how her son was taken away from her, her mother's death...

Establishing her law firm had not been easy, but she proved herself by winning every case she handled and becoming the go-to lawyer for high-profile divorces and corporate disputes.

Due to that, she became famous and known as the Queen of Justice.

One evening, as she celebrated her latest win with her aunt, Megan, she finally made up her mind.

“I’m ready to go back,” she said, her voice low.

Megan set down her glass of wine, her eyes narrowing with concern. “Are you sure? You have built so much here. You’re safe, successful—”

“It’s not enough,” she interrupted. “They took everything from me. My son. My mother. My dignity. I have waited long enough. It is time they pay for what they have done.” She mouthed, staring blankly at the wall.

Megan sighed but nodded. “If you are going to do this, do it carefully. Revenge is a dangerous game, and you have worked too hard to lose everything again.”

She smiled, a cold but determined glint in her eyes, “Don’t worry, Aunt Megan. This time, I hold all the cards, they will have to play by my rules now.”

Megan sighed, "I can't wait for you to kick their asses. When do we leave?"

After some seconds of silence, Alison responded, "The Franciscos are having a wedding; I must be there."

***

The hall was adorned with flowers and chandeliers dangling above in their lights.

It was a big day as Bruno was getting married to the daughter of one of Illinois' influential businessmen.

Alison stepped in, dressed in a crepe black gown that hugged her figure, her hair tied up to reveal the expensive jewelry she had purchased.

Everything about her screamed luxury, and she could not help but grab people's attention.

Bruno stood at the other end of the room, his arm around his new bride, as he introduced her to a few business people.

Mrs. Margaret froze mid-conversation when her eyes landed on her.

She narrowed her eyes to make sure that the person she saw was really Alison.

"Are you okay, ma'am?" One of the clients asked, and she forced a smile, her gaze still on Alison, who pretended to be oblivious to her intense gaze on her.

"Excuse me, please," she walked over to Bruno, "isn't that Alison?"

Bruno's eyes darted across the room and met with Alison's.

She smiled at him, walking towards them in slow steps.

“Hello, Mother,” she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “You look surprised to see me.”

She turned to Bruno, "Good to see you, dear ex-husband."

“I thought you’d…moved on,” Mrs. Margaret stammered, glancing nervously at her.

“Oh, I have,” she said, her smile widening. “Moved on, built a successful career, and became someone you could only dream of being.” Her gaze flickered to Bruno. “Congratulations on the wedding, by the way. I must say, the décor is almost as tacky as your taste in brides.”

She turned to the bride, "No offense, though."

The bride, who was about to respond, decided to give them space, as she went on to meet her family.

Bruno’s jaw tightened as he stepped forward. “Why are you here?”

She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Can’t an old acquaintance drop by to wish the happy couple well?” Her eyes darkened. “Besides, I have some unfinished business with you all.”

“What do you want?” his mother demanded, her voice trembling.

She leaned in, her voice a little above a whisper, “Where is my son?”

Neither of them answered.

She stepped closer, her voice now filled with coldness. “You took him from me. You lied, cheated, and destroyed my life. Where is he?”

“Leave,” Bruno said coldly. “You have no right to be here.”

Her lips curled into a bitter smile. “You said if I get out of prison, you will give me back my son. Or perhaps, did you think I wouldn't live the prison alive?" She replied, her gaze fixed on Mrs. Margaret, whose eyes were now looking elsewhere to avoid her gaze.

"You are a criminal."

"I'm only getting started, Bruno." She replied and turned away.

She stormed out of the hall, heading to the restroom. She could not hold in her anger anymore.

She had waited so many years, and it seemed like they lost their humanity.

As she took a right turn, she bumped into someone.

“Careful,” the man said.

He looked up, his eyes flashing with a hint of recognition. “You are her, aren’t you? The lawyer who took down Gordon Industries last year. The rumored Queen of Justice.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And you are?”

“Oscar." He replied.

"Sorry for bumping into you," she said and made to leave.

"But I’m also someone who doesn’t particularly like Bruno or his family.”

Her interest piqued, as she stopped, “Go on.”

Oscar glanced around before lowering his voice. “I know things about Bruno. Things that could help you. But I need something in return.”

“What do you want?”

"Your assistance,” he said simply. “I need you to help me clear out someone's name."

She crossed her arms, studying him. She had built herself to not trust anyone easily.

"How do you know about my beef with the Francisco's? And how did you know I would be here? Were you intentionally following me?" She asked, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Oscar raised his hands in defense, "Of course not. It's a coincidence that we met here. You are famous, and everyone with a problem would want you to solve it for them. I have a problem, and I need your help."

"You still haven't told me how you knew about my issue with the Franciscos."

Oscar sighed, "it was published on the news. Alison Harper, international child abduction. So, you see?"

Alison still had doubts. His words were not enough. She looked at him for a while and finally replied.

"There are many successful lawyers, who can help you. I have things to take care of."

As she made to leave, Oscar's voice filled the silent hallway.

"Think about it, Ms. Harper. What if it was someone you love? Would you let them suffer for a crime they did not commit?"