The moment she found out that Travis was the main client, she shook her head vigorously, already terminating the contract.
She was not sure she could do this; having to see the same man that broke her heart... Out of anger and pain, she turned to leave, her heart thumping faster than usual, as the memories of their past together flowed in like a river. Just as she reached the door, he rushed forward and grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving. “Alison, please,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation and frustration.“You can’t just walk away like this.” Alison pulled her arm away. She felt pain and anger towards him. He was someone she never wished to see, at least, not now. The pain of what he did in the past filled her heart and she felt disgusted by his sight. She just wanted to leave. “And why not? Do you think I’m just going to stay here and pretend like we are cool? You broke my heart, Travis. So, don't expect that I will help you." Travis ran a hand through his hair, letting out a low frustrating sigh. “I know I messed up. I know I hurt you. But this is business, you signed the contract, Alison. You know what it means.” Alison scoffed, shaking her head as if she was not surprised at all. "Of course, typical you. You know all these and then you try to pretend like nothing ever happened. Bold of you to call me Ali." "Look, Alison. I'm sorry, okay? I couldn't handle the situation back then, I couldn't face you. I was a coward, yes, but I've changed now." “Handle what? My love? My trust?” She chuckled. “You treated me like I was nothing. Like I was just a ragdoll." Travis looked away, unable to face her. “I was young. I was stupid. I did not appreciate what I had until it was gone. I thought I could just move on, but I couldn’t." "You couldn't move on? That's funny coming from someone who had moved on before even thinking of breaking me. Is this why you made me sign this contract? Fo bring me to fall back into your arms?" “I thought that was what you wanted. I thought you would be happier without me.” He voiced out, feeling a little bit frustrated. Alison took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. “All you do is think and assume without proper confirmation. You just stick to your ideologies because you think you are always right, and you are perfect." “It does not have to be like this,” he said, "can we just forget about the past? Let's focus on the present, please.* She laughed. A bitter one. Her eyes met his as she replied, "Of course, Travis. All you know how to do is run away from reality. Bury them deep without a care in the world. There is nothing in the present to focus on, okay?" Travis looked at her for a while, "could you not be this way?" He paused, “what do you want?” he asked. “Tell me what I need to do to make it right.” She looked at him, betrayal fueling her heart. “You can’t just fix anything with words. What has been broken cannot be fixed. Especially not with words or money." “Alison, I'm not the person anymore. I have changed now, and I can show you how much I have grown." He mouthed, getting frustrated. No one would ever believe that the cold and dominant CEO was now desperate in the presence of a woman. “Prove it?” she said. “You think it is that simple? You don’t just get to decide one day that you want to be a better person and expect that everything will fall into place for you, particularly me. This is not a fairy tale, Travis.” He sighed, not sure how else he could convince her. He knew she would be tough, but he did not expect her to be this cold. “Then tell me what you want from me. I will do anything. I will work hard to show you I have changed.” Alison chuckled, nodding her head as though an idea clicked in her mind. “You want to really prove yourself? Then stop trying to manipulate me with that contract. Let me go free. Allow me to resign.” “Alison, you can’t be serious,” he said, his expression filled with shock. “You know what that means. You can't terminate that contract in less than a day you signed it." Alison began to understand what was happening now. She shook her head, refusing to believe what her mind was telling her. She took out the contract file and opened it. She began to go through the agreement and found a couple of insane consequences. One of which stated that if the contract is being terminated by any of the parties, he or she must fulfill whatever the other party wants. "You are ridiculous, Travis. What sort of a contract is this?" She asked, turning the papers towards him. She looked back at it again, "what do you mean by this? What the hell are these termination rules?" She sighed, "What have I gotten myself into?" He coughed, trying to gain her attention. "It was open for discussion, but you signed the contract, anyway, meaning that you are okay with the agreement and that you have accepted it. Think twice, Alison, before terminating this contract." He knew the contract terms were somewhat weird in a way, but he had presumed that she would back out if she found out that it was him. That was the reason he sent Oscar, instead, because with Oscar, he was sure that Alison would not think twice, but to accept the contract. Somehow, he was happy that he made those terms, else, as stubborn as Alison could be, she would, by all means, terminate the contract. She looked at him in a disgusted way and shook her head as though she was disappointed. "You are no different from my ex-husband. You all are the same; manipulative and cunning, doing whatever it takes to get what you want. You all make me sick," she mouthed. Travis sighed. He wondered what had really happened to her that made her this cold. This was not the Alison he knew. "Alison, it's not what you think. I don't know what happened between you and your ex-husband, but trust me, I don't mean to hurt you." She clapped her hands, "you don't have to know what happened between us for you to be like him." She scoffed, "You know what? I'm super glad for that letter you sent me years ago."Alison had just left the shop, where she had bought a gift for her husband to celebrate their wedding anniversary.It was their fifth anniversary, and she wanted to surprise him.Her feet moved swiftly towards the room, unable to contain her joy.But just as she opened the door of their matrimonial room, she was greeted with the worst thing she could ever imagine.Bruno was in bed with another woman, having sex without a care in the world.She stood frozen, unable to utter a word, even though many thoughts were running through her mind."Bruno?" Her voice, now almost lost, filled the room, putting a distraction between the two, as the gift box fell off her hands.He turned, a hint of surprise crossing his face before it hardened to something she could not place a hand on. "Alison, what are you doing here?" His voice came through, breaking her heart further."What am I doing here?" she echoed, her voice rising with anger. "What are you doing here, Bruno? With her? Worst of all, it had
The moment she signed the papers, she turned her gaze to him, "Are you happy now, Bruno?""Happy?" he repeated flatly, a chuckle escaping his lips. "This isn’t about happiness, Alison. Let's stop lying to ourselves." She stared at him, her heart shattering into pieces. Without another word, Alison walked out of the room, unable to hold in anymore. She had no one else now, except her son and her mother. She headed to his room so they could leave since they no longer belonged to the Francisco's.When she pushed the door open, the room was eerily quiet. The bed did not look like it was even touched. It was still neatly arranged, unlike other times. Panic rose in her as she called out, "Theo? Sweetheart, are you hiding?"But the only thing that greeted her was the silence that followed her words.She hurried out of the room and found a maid, who was just about to enter the kitchen. "Where is Theo?" Alison asked, her voice tinged with desperation.The maid looked startled. "I haven’t s
The cold prison cell reminded her of how cruel the world was for the low-class people. For months, she had begged Bruno to allow her to see their son, and today was no different. She sat in the visitors’ room, her heart beating fast as Bruno entered with his mother.“Bruno, please,” she began, her voice hinting with desperation. “Let me see him. I just want to hold my son. Or at least, let me hear his voice.”Before Bruno could respond, his mother interrupted, her voice sharp, as always. “Absolutely not. I won’t let you traumatize the poor boy. He’s better off without a criminal like you. He needs to focus on Zurich. You can speak with him after you have served your jail term.”She clenched her fists, her glare piercing through the duo. “You will regret this,” she mouthed, her voice low, but filled with fury. “Both of you will.”Margaret laughed mockingly, the sound echoing in the room. “Regret it? What can you possibly do from prison? You will rot here. That is where you belong. Le
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 ha
Alison stopped in her tracks, looking back at Oscar.Her gaze on him was as though the answers lay written on his face."What’s in it for me?" she asked, "how do you plan to help me?""I can help you get your son back," Oscar had replied, his tone low, and desperate. "You just need to help me win this case. There is a lot more at stake than just the law. You could be the key, Ms. Harper. It's why you are the queen of justice."She had to get him back, no matter the cost. For all she knew, The Franciscos were not ready to hand over custody of her son to her, and now that she was fully established, she would use all means to get her son back."I understand your conflict. Here is my card, just in case you change your mind," he said, handing her a white card with his phone number and email address written on it.***After her encounter with Oscar, she had forgotten about his ordeal. Her focus was to get her son back; nothing else mattered.Just as she was thinking, her phone buzzed, and t
The moment she found out that Travis was the main client, she shook her head vigorously, already terminating the contract.She was not sure she could do this; having to see the same man that broke her heart...Out of anger and pain, she turned to leave, her heart thumping faster than usual, as the memories of their past together flowed in like a river.Just as she reached the door, he rushed forward and grabbed her arm, stopping her from leaving.“Alison, please,” he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation and frustration.“You can’t just walk away like this.”Alison pulled her arm away. She felt pain and anger towards him. He was someone she never wished to see, at least, not now. The pain of what he did in the past filled her heart and she felt disgusted by his sight. She just wanted to leave.“And why not? Do you think I’m just going to stay here and pretend like we are cool? You broke my heart, Travis. So, don't expect that I will help you."Travis ran a hand through his hair,
Alison stopped in her tracks, looking back at Oscar.Her gaze on him was as though the answers lay written on his face."What’s in it for me?" she asked, "how do you plan to help me?""I can help you get your son back," Oscar had replied, his tone low, and desperate. "You just need to help me win this case. There is a lot more at stake than just the law. You could be the key, Ms. Harper. It's why you are the queen of justice."She had to get him back, no matter the cost. For all she knew, The Franciscos were not ready to hand over custody of her son to her, and now that she was fully established, she would use all means to get her son back."I understand your conflict. Here is my card, just in case you change your mind," he said, handing her a white card with his phone number and email address written on it.***After her encounter with Oscar, she had forgotten about his ordeal. Her focus was to get her son back; nothing else mattered.Just as she was thinking, her phone buzzed, and t
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 ha
The cold prison cell reminded her of how cruel the world was for the low-class people. For months, she had begged Bruno to allow her to see their son, and today was no different. She sat in the visitors’ room, her heart beating fast as Bruno entered with his mother.“Bruno, please,” she began, her voice hinting with desperation. “Let me see him. I just want to hold my son. Or at least, let me hear his voice.”Before Bruno could respond, his mother interrupted, her voice sharp, as always. “Absolutely not. I won’t let you traumatize the poor boy. He’s better off without a criminal like you. He needs to focus on Zurich. You can speak with him after you have served your jail term.”She clenched her fists, her glare piercing through the duo. “You will regret this,” she mouthed, her voice low, but filled with fury. “Both of you will.”Margaret laughed mockingly, the sound echoing in the room. “Regret it? What can you possibly do from prison? You will rot here. That is where you belong. Le
The moment she signed the papers, she turned her gaze to him, "Are you happy now, Bruno?""Happy?" he repeated flatly, a chuckle escaping his lips. "This isn’t about happiness, Alison. Let's stop lying to ourselves." She stared at him, her heart shattering into pieces. Without another word, Alison walked out of the room, unable to hold in anymore. She had no one else now, except her son and her mother. She headed to his room so they could leave since they no longer belonged to the Francisco's.When she pushed the door open, the room was eerily quiet. The bed did not look like it was even touched. It was still neatly arranged, unlike other times. Panic rose in her as she called out, "Theo? Sweetheart, are you hiding?"But the only thing that greeted her was the silence that followed her words.She hurried out of the room and found a maid, who was just about to enter the kitchen. "Where is Theo?" Alison asked, her voice tinged with desperation.The maid looked startled. "I haven’t s
Alison had just left the shop, where she had bought a gift for her husband to celebrate their wedding anniversary.It was their fifth anniversary, and she wanted to surprise him.Her feet moved swiftly towards the room, unable to contain her joy.But just as she opened the door of their matrimonial room, she was greeted with the worst thing she could ever imagine.Bruno was in bed with another woman, having sex without a care in the world.She stood frozen, unable to utter a word, even though many thoughts were running through her mind."Bruno?" Her voice, now almost lost, filled the room, putting a distraction between the two, as the gift box fell off her hands.He turned, a hint of surprise crossing his face before it hardened to something she could not place a hand on. "Alison, what are you doing here?" His voice came through, breaking her heart further."What am I doing here?" she echoed, her voice rising with anger. "What are you doing here, Bruno? With her? Worst of all, it had