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2024-10-29 19:42:56Once the door clicks shut behind her, I hear a rustling from the bed. “Is she gone?” Clark asks, propping himself up on the pillows.
I nod, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Yeah, she is. I’m sorry about the interruption,” I say, settling into bed and wrapping the duvet around me like a comforting cocoon.“She doesn’t want to go to work tomorrow?” Clark clarifies, his voice low and soothing as he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer into his embrace.“Yeah,” I nod, feeling the weight of the situation settle between us. “She doesn’t like the thought of leaving the house; unfortunately, she feels she isn’t safe.” I let out a sigh, leaning against his chest, seeking solace in his presence. “And did you tell her there will be security with the both of you?” he asks, concern etched in his voice.I shake my head, frustration bubbling up inside me. “Yeah, I did, but she still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of leaving home. I wondRelated chapters
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Lara’s POV“There’s someone here to see you,” Alice says, her voice breaking through the quiet hum of the office as she steps in, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. I lift my gaze from the laptop screen, momentarily distracted from the barrage of emails and documents that have consumed my morning. “Who’s that?” I inquire, my brow raising slightly as I shift my focus from the door to her.“It’s the lawyer,” she replies, her smile brightening the otherwise mundane atmosphere. “He’s here to discuss the progress of the case.” Her tone is light, but I can sense the underlying tension that always accompanies legal matters. “Can I let him in?” she asks, tilting her head slightly as if gauging my reaction. “Yes, please,” I respond, rising to my feet with a sense of anticipation as I make my way toward the lounge area, my mind racing with thoughts about the case.“Good afternoon, Mr. Elvis,” I say, extending my hand for a firm handshake, my professional demeanour kicking in. He meets my gaze wi
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Elvis shakes his head, a look of concern crossing his face. “I’ve gone through the messages, and I can affirm that it will be shut down in the court of law. The threats are quite subtle and nothing too aggressive or persuasive to ensure imprisonment if the stalker were to be brought to trial.” “Besides, Miss Alice would have to give her consent for us to make plans towards ensuring the imprisonment of Mr. Evan,” he continues, his tone measured and careful. I can see the weight of the decision resting heavily on Alice's shoulders. “Of course she would want that, right Alice?” I ask, turning to face her, my heart racing as I wait for her response.She shakes her head, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face. “Not really, I’m not sure I want that,” she says, biting down on her lips as she glances down at her lap, avoiding my gaze. I can see the internal struggle written all over her; it’s as if she’s wrestling with a decision that weighs heavily on her heart. “But we discussed this
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“Don’t you think it’s a bit strange that Evan hasn’t tried to breach the restraining order?” I say to Alice, who is seated opposite me on the sofa, her body language tense as she fidgets with the hem of her sweater. “I’m not sure what you mean by that,” she replies, her voice a bit on edge, betraying her anxiety about the situation. I offer a reassuring smile, hoping to ease the tension hanging in the air. “Well, it’s been a month since we got the restraining order against your ex-boyfriend, so I’m quite surprised there’s been no breach. You’d think he’d at least try something, given how unpredictable he can be,” I say, my tone light yet serious, trying to convey my concern without adding to her anxiety. I watch her closely, hoping my words can help her process the situation and feel a little more secure.“I mean, from how you described him, I expected him to retaliate, but there’s nothing of that sort,” I say softly, trying to gauge her reaction. Alice shrugs, her demeanour surpris
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For a moment, there's an awkward silence, the air thick with unspoken words as Clark regards her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. I watch as she exits the room, her figure retreating into the hallway, and I can’t help but feel a pang of worry for her. “What was that about?” Clark asks, settling beside me, his brow furrowed in concern. I glance over at him, feeling the weight of the moment, and take his hand in mine, hoping to convey some sense of comfort. “She’s quite upset about the idea of returning home,” I reply, my voice low and steady.“Did she think that she’d be living here for a long time?” he states, a hint of annoyance creeping into his tone, as if the situation is somehow an inconvenience to him. I shake my head, trying to calm the rising tension. “Probably not. There’s just some fear she harbours about returning to her home alone,” I say, my heart aching for her. I can’t help but feel a swell of pity towards her; it’s clear that the thought of facing whatever aw
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Once alone, I can’t help but chuckle softly to myself, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all. The room feels a little emptier without him, but I quickly turn my attention back to the screen, eager to dive deeper into the story unfolding before me. “Hey Alice,” I say to her as she walks into the room, a bright smile lighting up her face. “Is that for me?” I ask, my eyes drawn to the cup cradled in her hands. She nods enthusiastically, her excitement palpable. “Yeah, I made my famous pineapple juice for you,” she states, handing me the cup with a flourish, as if presenting a precious gift. I can already smell the sweet, tropical aroma wafting from it, making my mouth water in anticipation.“Oh really! What’s the occasion?” I ask, my curiosity piqued as I eye the cup before returning my attention to her sparkling eyes. She smiles widely, her expression warm and genuine. “I just wanted to show my appreciation for letting me stay here,” she explains, her voice filled with sincerity
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“Clark!” I call out, pushing the door open as I step into our room. My eyes widen in shock as my brain struggles to register the sight before me. There stands Alice, clad in a very revealing transparent nightgown, her figure accentuated by the dim light, while Clark looks utterly horrified, his expression a mix of disbelief and confusion.“Lara,” she stammers, quickly picking up her robe from the bed and wrapping it tightly around herself, the fabric barely concealing her embarrassment. “Hi,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, feeling a whirlwind of emotions surge through me—anger, betrayal, and an unsettling curiosity. “It’s not what you think,” she insists, her voice shaky as she takes a few tentative steps toward me, stopping just a few meters away. The tension in the room is palpable, and I can feel my heart racing as I try to make sense of this unexpected confrontation.I smile, trying to mask the turmoil inside me. “I’m not sure I want to hear it, but why don’t you go ahead?
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“What do you mean you had no hand in this? You literally were alone with her in the room,” I counter, my voice rising slightly as I glance at Alice, who seems unfazed by the accusations. “And might I add, inappropriately dressed,” I add, my eyebrows creasing with genuine annoyance at Alice’s behaviour. The way she’s carrying herself, with an air of nonchalance, only fuels my frustration. It feels like a game of chess where every move is critical, and I’m determined to expose the truth behind this tangled web of deceit.“She came in suddenly, and I was too shocked to react, and that was the same time that you came in,” he explains, a hint of desperation in his voice. “But you made no move to send her out; it’s obvious you have an interest in her,” I state, my gaze narrowing as I notice the flicker of something—perhaps guilt or longing—in Alice's eyes.“Since you have an interest in her, why don’t you go for her?” I challenge, turning on my heel and pretending to be angry as I stride o
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Quietly shutting the door behind me, I make my way upstairs to my room, each step echoing in the stillness of the house. Once I’m inside, I close the door firmly, ensuring that I have a moment of privacy to search for the phone. I spend a good ten minutes rummaging through every drawer and flipping over cushions, my heart sinking with each fruitless attempt. Just when I’m about to give up hope, my eyes catch a glimpse of something sticking out from under the bed. My curiosity piqued, I drop to my knees and fall to the floor, my heart racing as I reach out to check it out. It turns out to be Alice's phone, and from my position on the floor, it seems to have fallen out of her hands—probably startled by my sudden presence in the room, I presume. A mix of disbelief and intrigue washes over me as I clutch the device, realizing how close I am to uncovering something significant.Wasting no time, I switch on the phone, my heart pounding with anticipation. To my surprise, the screen lights
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“Where are you heading to?” Clark asks, a confused look on his face as he rises to his feet, his brow furrowing slightly. “To the office,” I state, my tone laced with surprise at his question. It’s almost as if he can’t believe I’d choose to dive straight into the investigation on a day like today.“Today?” He asks, his voice tinged with disbelief. “Yeah, the sooner I get started with the investigation and communication approval, the sooner the lies made by Alice can be revealed.” I can feel the urgency in my words, the determination to clear the air and gather sufficient and compelling evidence.He nods, a spark of understanding igniting in his eyes. “Alright, I’ll come with you. Thank you so much for your time and dedication,” he says, his voice steady and sincere as he exchanges handshakes with both Becky and Elvis.“Yeah, thank you. I’ll contact you as soon as I can,” I say, exchanging firm handshakes with Elvis. Then, I turn to Becky, pulling her into a warm goodbye hug, “Take ca
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“And what is the conversation with the HR team meant to achieve?” I ask, slightly leaning in as I wait for Becky’s response. Her face scrunches up a bit, which is a very common trait that she shows when she is thinking, and I can’t help but find it endearing. “Speaking with the HR unit helped us understand the hiring process and if there was any bias involved,” she explains, her tone growing more animated as she continues. “This could help us prove to the court that Alice brought Rita into the firm for ill intentions. If we can show that there was favouritism or a lack of proper procedure in Rita’s hiring, it’ll cast doubt on her credibility. We need to establish that her testimony is tainted by her connection to Alice, which means her words can’t be trusted by the court since she’s not independent from any of the parties involved in the case.”I nod, absorbing her words, feeling the gears in my mind turning. “So, if we can uncover any discrepancies in the hiring process, it not onl
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“Good afternoon, Mr. Clark,” Elvis says, his voice warm and inviting as he stretches out his hand for a handshake.“Good afternoon, Elvis,” Clark responds, meeting his grip with a firm yet friendly shake, the corners of his mouth lifting into a light smile that hints at a shared camaraderie. “And it’s just Clark,” he adds, his tone casual and approachable.Elvis nods appreciatively, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Apologies, afternoon Mrs..” he begins, but before he can finish, I interject with a playful smile, “Afternoon, Elvis!” “It’s just Lara,” I continue, teasingly cutting him off. “What’s up with him today? He never calls me Mrs.” I chuckle, shaking my head in mock disbelief as I turn to face Becky. “Good afternoon!” I exclaim, pulling her into a tight embrace. She shrugs lightly as I finally release her from my embrace. “How are you doing?” I ask, gesturing for us to settle onto the plush sofa. She smiles, her expression brightening the room. “Quite fulfilled,” she
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“Didn’t you notice that there were no media personnel in the room?” Clark asks, his smile widening. I shake my head, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. “I didn’t take notice since I came in at the last minute. I know that most court cases are open to the public, so I just sort of assumed that they were there,” I state, my voice trailing off as I glance around the room.He shakes his head, “well, they weren’t. I personally requested the court to make the case a private trial, with only the necessary attendees being allowed to view the proceedings.” “Really? And when did you do this?” I ask, intrigued by the proactiveness of the man before me. There’s something admirable about his initiative, and it makes me curious about his deeper feelings for me. “Two weeks before the court case,” he replies, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that suggests he’s not merely following protocol but doing this for a deeper reason. “It takes a week to apply and process the documents submitted
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Clark walks towards me, his presence radiating warmth as he wraps me in his embrace, pulling me close as he slides his arms around my waist. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice laced with concern, turning his face just enough to catch a glimpse of mine, searching for the truth behind my silence.I shake my head gently, feeling the weight of my thoughts as I release myself from his comforting hold. I turn to face him fully, wanting him to see the turmoil swirling in my mind. “Nothing, really. I’m just thinking about the court case hearing from last week Monday,” I say, letting out a heavy sigh that seems to carry all the tension I’ve been holding inside. “I’m sorry,” I say, frowning deeply, my face a canvas of worry as I replay the events in my mind. The way Alice and her lawyer, Rick, manipulated the entire situation feels like a bitter pill to swallow. “I can’t believe they would twist the entire story to their advantage like that,” I continue, my voice tinged with frustration. “To m
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“Describe your workplace?” Rick asks, leaning forward with false curiosity. “My workplace is a calm yet bustling environment,” Rita replies, pausing as if carefully considering her next words before she continues to speak.“There’s always a whirlwind of tasks to tackle, but what truly sets it apart is Mrs. Lara. She has this incredible knack for balancing the workload for everyone. She ensures that we have designated days off to recharge, organises team bonding activities that really bring us closer together, and even surprises us with generous bonuses that make all the hard work feel worthwhile”.He nods, a glint of curiosity in his eyes, “Last question, what was the request Mrs. Lara made of you concerning Miss Alice?” he asks, his gaze piercing. “Mrs. Lara had asked me to look for a new apartment for Miss Alice,” she replies, her tone deceptively calm, but I can sense the tension beneath her words.“Do you have proof?” he inquires. I frown, listening intently as the lies spill out
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Each step toward the stand feels like a journey through quicksand, my heart racing as I approach the place where I must lay bare my truth. The stand looms ahead, a symbol of both vulnerability and strength, and as I finally take my position, I remind myself that this is my moment to speak out, to reclaim my story amidst the swirling chaos of accusations.“Good day, Mrs. Lara Rique,” Rick says, turning to face me. I nod, taking a few seconds to steady my nerves, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. “Good day, Mr. Rick,” I reply, my voice steady, carefully masking the turmoil of nerves swirling inside me like a storm.“I’d like to ask a few questions. I only require a yes or no response. Do you understand, Mrs. Lara?” he asks, his tone clipped and formal. I nod, but a flicker of annoyance ignites within me at the demeaning way he addresses me. “Yes, I do,” I reply, my voice firm, even as I feel a rush of emotions battling within. He nods, his expression unreadable. “Gr
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Rick nods thoughtfully, his brow furrowing slightly as he steps back, steepling his fingers. "And how was your stay in her home?" he asks, his voice smooth yet probing. I lean forward, my heart racing with anticipation, eager to catch the web of lies that I know will spill from her lips this time. I can almost see the gears turning in her mind as she concocts a story that I’m sure will be as elaborate as it is false. The corners of her mouth twitch, betraying the confidence she tries to project.“My stay in her house was wonderful in the beginning, and I was very grateful to Mr. and Mrs. Rique for their generosity towards me,” she says, her voice softening as she hangs her head down, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her demeanour. “But…” she trails off, leaving the air thick with unspoken tension. “But what?” Rick asks, his tone sharp and inquisitive, pressing further.“Mr. Clark kept on making advances towards me,” she continues, her voice trembling slightly as she pretends to
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A look of intrigue colours my face as I wait, my heart racing, to hear what she has to say—nothing but lies, of course, but I can’t help but feel the tension in the room as she finally takes her seat at the stand.Rick, with his trademark eloquence, leans forward, his voice steady yet commanding, “Please tell the court your relationship with Mrs Lara Rique,” he asks.She nods, her expression shifting from composed to sober as she begins to speak. “I’m an employee of Mrs. Lara,” she states, her voice trembling slightly. “I’ve been working for her for quite a while now, and I’ve been nothing but loyal to her. You can ask any of the employees; they’ll tell you the same.” Her words come out in a rush, as if she’s trying to convince not just the court but herself as well. “I don’t understand why she’s trying to charge me to court now,” she continues, her voice cracking under the weight of her feigned distress. Suddenly, she bursts into tears, fake tears spilling down her cheeks like a we
