Chapter 4: Taking revenge

“A woman this pregnant, needs all the help she can get”, Tristian winks as he shuts the door of his Ferrari.

I sit silent at the back seat while he drives us into town.

I don’t recognize the route we’re passing but I feel like I can trust Tristain since I’ve always had a good relationship with my clients from day one.

Well, Tristian Martinez is one of the top Richest Bachelor in the country. He has several companies across the country and beyond. But that’s not just how I knew Tristian. He was the last client, I handled his case shortly before I was sentenced. He was in a really difficult situation. Drug smuggling isn’t such a trivial case. He was about to get sentenced to prison, until he hired me as his lawyer and we won the case.

And suddenly he showed up at prison on the day of my release, offering to drive me home. But unfortunately, I don’t have a home. So, I tell him to drive me anywhere he pleases and he chose his house.

Pretty soon, we arrive at his mansion. It’s really gigantic and luxurious. More spacious than any house I’ve ever seen and my parents and ex-husband were pretty rich so I’ve seen a lot of huge houses.

I follow him to the Spacious living room where he offers me a seat. I sits on the white couch while I watch him walk to the wine rank. He takes out a fruit wine and two glasses. Then he walks back to me, pour some quantity on each glasses and hand one over to me. Before taking the seat opposite me.

“I was shocked when I found out you were in jail shortly after you defended my case” he finally speak as he takes a sip from his glass of wine.

My suddenly chest tightens.

“How did you find out I was jailed?”

Should I be really surprised?

I am or I was a high profiled lawyer who’d breaked many records in winning cases. I was also married into the influential Stewart family so there’s no doubt my Arrest must have made headlines on the internet. So everyone must known by now that I was jailed and the reason behind it.

“Easy. It was all over the news.” Tristian shrug and takes another sip from his wine. I clench hard to my wine glass as my mind reflect back to Carlton. Throughout my stay in prison, I’d spent every moment of my life hating him.

My only wish is to make him pay for what he did to me. He needs to pay.

He can’t just ruin my image and go scot free with his mistress.

“I didn’t do it.” I don’t know why I deem it necessary to defend myself but I just can’t resist the urge.

I am fucking supposed to be a custodian of the law and not been accused of a crime I didn’t even commit.

“I know,” Tristian says to much of my surprise, a smile etch on his face and I frown at him in confusion.

“I may had known you for just a short time but with the little I know, I can vouch that you aren’t capable of murder. The country should has Fucking known that. How could they throw you in jail, with no proper scrutiny? Trust me, I tried to reopen your case but unfortunately it wasn’t within my power. But I did all I could support you in prison.”

The last statement registers in my head and something dawns on me.

“Hold on, you’ve been the Anonymous sending me food?” I decides to ask him to be sure and I’m appall as he nods a ‘yeah’ with a shrug.

“But… why?”

“Let’s say, it was my only way of appreciating you for helping me win a case.” He sighs, wearing a gentle smile which doesn’t really suits his fierce demeanor.

“C’mon I just did my job.” A sad smile split across my face as I blink hard. It hurts to see to the extent other people appreciates your efforts when your own family don’t completely sees you as a failure, just because you fail to birth a child.

“Still, I would have been in jail if you’ve failed that case. Drug smuggling is a very critical case Especially for high-profiled billionaires like myself.” He pause and scratch his tired eyes.

“And also, I knew you were being accused wrongly. I did my findings. Your husband had been having an affair with your sister. They might have framed you up just to get you out of their way and marry each other. The accusation could have made some logical sense, if you weren’t pregnant yourself. But apparently that isn’t the case.”

I’m literally in daze as Tristian Makes his assumption which happens to be the absolute truth. And I’m sure my amazement is revealing in my eyes as I stares at him.

“I want to help you, Dahila”, he suddenly offers. his gaze piercing into my eyes even with the distance.

“With what?” I asks, curious.

He builds more curiousity in me as I watch him drin from his glass of wine before asking, “What do you intend to do now that you’re out of jail?”

I gives him a long skeptical state then, I finally sips from my wine, letting it cool my chest before replying. “I don’t know. But I know I won’t be going back to my family or my Ex-husband.”

“Then you are going to let your husband get away with what him and your sister did to you? Don’t tell me you are going to let them live a happy and fulfilled life while you suffer the stigma of being an Ex-convict. Not to mention the hell you must have been through in prison heavy with pregnancy.” Tristian dead-pan angrily, his eyes blazing red as they takes a peep at my baby bump.

It’s hard to believe he’s the Tristian who was all gentle and calm a while ago and somehow it warms my heart to see him react to what Carlton did to him.

Each word of his, makes my blood boil harder. It triggers my hatred for Carlton even more and my entire family.

Off course I want them to pay for what they did.

But how on earth will I make that happen?

What can a Nobody and an Ex-convict do to fight a influential man like Carlton Stewart?!

I feel the sting of my nails as my fingers dig into my palm to suppress my rage and pain.

A tear slide down off my cheek and lands on my baby bump, a reminder of Carlton’s cruel betrayer.

As if Tristian can read my eyes, his next statement is. “I will help you. I’ll help you take revenge on Carlton Stewart and your sister if you let me.”

It’s as if I just recieved the most fulfilling offer of my life but before my joy kicks in, it immediately replace with confusion and a bit of suspicion. I watch Tristian’s eyes darkens.

“But why would you want to help me?” I asks again.

“Because I owe you.” He shrugs and smile once again. I’m not so convinced by his response but I over-looks it.

Beside my other clients had always appreciated me each time I win their case. The country had always appreciated and held me to a very high esteem, for my incredible track record, except from my Family who never saw that good in me. So if Tristian is appreciating my Efforts by helping me take revenge on my Ex-husband and sister, then I’ll will not miss this chance for anything.

“But how would everything be possible? I don’t ever want them to know about my unborn child. Most especially my ex-husband.”

He smirk, Almost like a look of triumph replace the fierce look on how face, “Then it’s settled. You’ll give birth to your child in Los Angeles. I also have a company there so I’ll operate from there. I will take care of you till you put to birth and when the time is right, we will bring Carlton and your entire family to ruins. They will crumble before your feet and beg you to have mercy upon them.”

The Air becomes thick as I and Tristian exchange death stares. A creepy smile strike through my face and I begin to anticipate the time, I’ll pay Carlton a very Good visit again.