All Chapters of Stitching a Path to Vengeance: The Rise of Lucia Montess : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“She did call me names. For the first time since our marriage, she referred to me as a coward. She also threatened to leave me if I resign from the new firm. This was of course after I had told her of my intentions to drop the court case due to what was involved” Mr Benson explained. “Did she really do that? I knew Roselle to be a supportive wife, even when times were hard. What changed?” Mr Thomas pondered in an audible voice. “Money! You think you're content with the little you have until you climb to a position where there's every possibility of getting a lot of money. The client in particular offered to pay me 20 grand. When I blatantly refused the money, he raised it up till it was up to 200 grand, exactly multiplied by ten times. At the end of everything, he left me alone with a promise to make my life miserable. He assured me that my call to the bar certificate would be useless at the end of the day, and he stuck to his words” Mr Benson voiced out. “And that's why you're her

All over the hall were cameras flashing, videographers on stand, and most importantly the press who had their wireless microphones at standby to fire on questions. The hall had become noisy at a point from arguments and the likes of it. Mr Palma stole this opportunity to make an entrance. At the sight of Mr Palma, the noise suddenly died down as people comported themselves in their most professional way. Mr Palma of course had his right hand man Wilson follow him to the podium due to a high chance of some questions being directed to him. Their protocol members were on standby to prevent violence, a good sign that everything was ready to be kick-started. “Good day ladies and gentlemen. Standing before you is Mr Palma, the founder of the Palma's Fabric Company. Accompanied by me is the CEO of the company, the person of Wilson Palma. We apologize for the emergency meeting which was brought up, but something had to be done fast to prevent the downfall of the Palma's company. I promise

The little, dying hope that Lucia had tried so hard to hold onto came back to life and bloomed the moment she heard Mr. Benson’s words. Even though they weren’t the most encouraging, they were enough to make her heart skip a beat. She had finally won the jackpot she had been hoping for so long.“What did you say, Sir?” Lucia asked, her voice trembling as she tried to make sure she had heard him correctly. Her eyes, wide with doubt and filled with uncertainty, searched Mr. Benson’s face, hoping to find even the smallest sign that he meant what he said. She couldn’t believe her ears and needed that extra bit of reassurance.“You heard me right, young lady. I’ll do my best, although I can’t promise it’ll be enough,” Mr. Benson replied, though there was a hint of hesitation in his voice. He wasn’t entirely sure of his own abilities, but he was willing to give it his all.Lucia’s heart was filled with overwhelming joy, a feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long time. What she had hoped for

“Wow, son! You did a better job handling that question than I had imagined. I thought that lady had you trapped in a tight spot, but you proved me wrong,” Mr. Palma said to his son when they both returned to Wilson's office. His eyes twinkled with pride, the kind of pride that only a father feels when his son rises above expectations. The echoes of the press conference still rang in their ears, but Mr. Palma was more focused on the fact that Wilson had displayed his critical thinking skills perfectly and at just the right moment.“Well, thank you, Mr. Palma,” Wilson responded, his voice carrying a mix of relief and pride. “That reporter had my weakness pegged and made sure everyone knew it. It really took a lot of brainwork to wriggle out of that one, but what can I say? I’m your true blood,” Wilson added, with a touch of humor.As they settled into the office, Wilson’s thoughts began to wander. It wasn’t long before he noticed something—or rather, someone—missing. His mother’s abse

Lucia and Mr. Thomas had decided to stop by one of the busiest and most popular sub-streets in Chicago, a place well-known to the city’s middle class and poorer citizens. They needed to pick up a few things for the family.Earlier on the train, they had excitedly planned a mini feast to celebrate a successful deal with Mr. Benson. The feast was only possible if they visited the market, so they had made a quick detour before heading home.Mr. Thomas, who was such a sweet gentleman, respected the “ladies first” rule and allowed Lucia to lead the way. She walked ahead, her thoughts clouded by the discussion with Mr Ben, while Mr. Thomas followed closely behind. As they entered the crowded market, the usual bustle and noise surrounded them. The scent of spices mixed with the smell of fresh produce was everywhere, while vendors called out to potential customers, their voices competing for attention. Lucia had always found this part of the city oddly charming, despite its chaos. But today