All Chapters of When Justice Meets Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Westley returned home that evening, barely stepping into the living room when Elena threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably."Westley, Yara’s gone insane! She’s trying to kick us out and take all of Dad’s money!"But Westley barely spared her a glance. He pushed her away, his tone impatient. "Whatever it is, we’ll talk later. I need to speak with your sister."Elena froze, tears clinging to her lashes as she stared at him in disbelief, unable to comprehend his coldness.Westley strode up the stairs, but Yara’s voice stopped him halfway."If you have something to say, just say it here," she called down coolly.Westley paused, looking up.Yara was lounging lazily against the second-floor railing, her hair still damp from a shower, watching the scene below with an amused detachment.Westley’s steps faltered. "Yara, all my company privileges have been revoked. What’s going on? Did something happen?"Yara’s expression didn’t change. "Nothing happened to the company. The issue is

The next morning, as Yara came downstairs, the first thing she saw was Westley stepping out of the kitchen. He was wearing a linen apron and carrying a tray of freshly prepared breakfast. Placing the dishes on the dining table, he looked up at her with a smile. "Yara, you’re awake. Breakfast is ready." Yara glanced at the table, noticing the spread. There was a mix of Eastern and Western dishes, all of them things she used to love. Westley smiled warmly. "Yara, do you remember back in school when I used to bring you breakfast every morning?" Of course, she remembered. Back then, Westley was dirt poor. His daily allowance was just ten dollars, and he would spend half of it buying her breakfast every day. For two years, he had done this without fail. It was his unwavering devotion that moved her enough to marry him right after graduation. But now, Yara only laughed bitterly. She wasn’t that naive girl anymore. She wouldn’t be touched by his gestures ever again. "W

Before turning in for the night, Yara sat on the bed reviewing documents when a knock came at the door. Assuming it was the housekeeper, she called out, "Come in." To her surprise, it was Westley who entered, carrying a glass of milk. He placed the glass on the nightstand and sat down on the edge of the bed. Yara frowned. "What are you doing here?" Westley hesitated, his lips parting as if to speak. "Yara…" Without waiting for him to finish, Yara threw back the covers, got out of bed, and pointed to the door. "Get out." His jaw tightened as he struggled to respond. After a long pause, he said quietly, "Yara, this is my room too." Yara’s voice turned icy. "The entire house belongs to me. If you don’t leave right now, I’ll call the police." Westley rose reluctantly, his steps slow as he moved toward the door. Under the warm light, his shadow stretched long across the floor, and his tall frame seemed almost hunched. But even this sight stirred no emotion in Yara’s he

Yara turned her head, preparing to exchange a few polite words with Herman when an unfamiliar woman approached her with a warm smile. "Ms. Cullen, I’ve heard so much about you." The woman engaged Yara in conversation, her demeanor overly friendly, and eventually offered her a glass of wine. "Ms. Cullen, let me toast to you." With that, the woman tipped back her glass, downing the wine in one go. Yara hesitated but lifted her glass to her lips. As the aroma of the red wine reached her nose, she frowned slightly. It smelled subtly different from the wine she had been drinking earlier. Noticing her pause, the woman asked, "Is something wrong?" "Nothing," Yara replied calmly and took a small sip. Before she could lower the glass, Herman suddenly reached over and snatched it from her hand. Caught off guard, Yara blinked in surprise as she turned to him. Herman raised the glass and downed the wine in one smooth motion. Flipping the empty glass upside down, he gestur

Westley immediately stood up. "Yara, your father never speaks the truth. Don’t listen to his nonsense!" Robert pointed a trembling finger at him. "Westley, you ungrateful snake! You’re the one who taught me to blackmail her!" Westley’s expression stayed icy. "And just because you say it’s me, that makes it true? Who’d believe a word from a blackmailing crook like you?"Robert clutched his chest, nearly choking on his fury. Yara watched the two bicker and let out a soft chuckle. "Westley, what’s got you so nervous?"Westley carefully replied, "Yara, you’re not seriously going to believe his lies, are you?" Yara smirked ambiguously. "You’re right, Robert is full of lies. He’s not worth trusting." Westley let out a quiet sigh of relief, but Yara’s tone suddenly shifted. "But I can’t figure it out. How did my dim-witted father suddenly get so clever overnight? Robert, who’s only ever been good at spending money—how did he suddenly learn how to extort it?" Robert’s face turned