All Chapters of Beneath the Whip: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

JUDY’S POVThe court session was fast approaching, and the weight of the impending trial weighed heavily on me. I had made an appointment to meet with my lawyer, Curt Davis, to go over the last details before the case would be presented in court. Curt was a seasoned attorney, sharp, thorough, and, above all, dedicated to securing justice for his clients. As I walked into the conference room, I felt a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, my mind spinning with all the possible outcomes of the case. We exchanged brief pleasantries, but soon the conversation turned serious. Curt began outlining the strategy, reminding me of the crucial points, the risks, and the possible twists that could arise.“We need to stay focused,” Curt said, adjusting his glasses and leaning forward. “The opposing side is going to throw everything they can at us. Legal maneouvres, distractions, anything to make us falter. You have to be prepared for that. We can’t let them get away with it.”I nodded, my mind ra

JUDY’S POV“Jason?” Both Chris and I exclaimed in shock, our voices overlapping with disbelief. We both stood frozen, staring at the figure standing in front of us, a familiar face.Jason, who had once been a part of our lives, now stood in the doorway of the abandoned factory, a malicious grin stretching across his face. He looked exactly the same as I remembered, his cold eyes piercing through me with an unsettling calmness. But it wasn’t just the surprise of seeing him that made my heart race—it was the sudden, sharp twist in my stomach as he stepped forward, pulling something out of his jacket pocket.In his hand, he held a document. The very sight of it sent a wave of panic rushing through me. I could see the outline of the words even from a distance, the unmistakable logo at the top—the sadomasochistic agreement that Chris and I had signed a long time ago. The one that was meant to remain a secret. The one that had been buried in the past, far from the eyes of anyone who migh

JUDY’S POVThe next day, after school, I met Chris outside the small café we often frequented. He was waiting for me by the door, leaning casually against the frame, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. His expression brightened when he saw me approaching, but as I got closer, his smile wavered. He must have noticed the tension in my steps or the way I clutched my bag tightly.“Hey,” he said, concern immediately lacing his voice. “What’s wrong?”I sighed, deciding it was best to rip the bandage off quickly. “We need to talk.”Chris’ brow furrowed as he stepped aside to let me enter. “Sounds serious. Let’s grab a seat inside.”Once we were seated at a quiet table in the corner, I hesitated. My fingers fiddled with the edge of the napkin in front of me, trying to find the right words. Chris leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You’re scaring me a little,” he said softly. “What’s going on?”I took a deep breath, deciding to get straight to the point. “Someone sent

JUDY’S POVThe day of the court session was one of the most nerve-wracking of my life. As I dressed that morning, my hands trembled, and I could barely button my blouse. The weight of what lay ahead bore down on me, and I wasn’t sure if I could hold myself together. Chris arrived early, his presence a lifeline amidst the storm of emotions. He didn’t say much; he didn’t need to. His warm, steady gaze was enough to ground me, if only slightly.“You’ve got this,” he said, taking my hand gently in his. “We’ve got this.”His words offered comfort, but the knot in my stomach refused to ease. When we headed out, I saw my father waiting by the front door. He looked at Chris, then at me, with an expression I couldn’t quite decipher. He didn’t speak, didn’t offer his opinion, but his silence spoke volumes. Though he might not entirely approve of Chris, he wasn’t going to interfere. His tacit support gave me a small sliver of reassurance.The courtroom was packed when we arrived. The hushed mu

JUDY’S POVThe wind whispered through the yard, carrying a restless energy as I stood watching Chris make his way back to me. His movements were taut and deliberate, every step measured. He had just come from his confrontation with Jason, and though his face remained as guarded as always, the subtle flush on his cheeks told another story. Something had unfolded, something significant."Chris," I began cautiously, stepping closer to him. "Why did you go behind Jason?"He hesitated, glancing down at the cracked concrete beneath our feet. "Nothing important," he muttered, but the quiver in his voice was unmissable."Chris, come on," I pressed, folding my arms across my chest. "You’re terrible at hiding things from me. What happened?"He let out a sharp exhale, running a hand through his hair. For a moment, I thought he might deflect again, but then his shoulders sagged slightly. "He’s... not backing down," he admitted. "If anything, he’s doubling down. He knows how to play this game,