The whole city buzzed with the news. Every major business platform, from television to online blogs, carried one headline: “Bennett Family Files Counter Lawsuit Against Jefferson.”The accusation was serious — Zoe and her mother, Esther, claimed Jordan had kidnapped the family’s former lawyer years ago and forced him to rewrite Ezra Bennett’s will before the old man died.It spread like wildfire, dragging Jordan’s name through public mud.Inside the Jefferson Group building, the tension was heavy. Staff whispered in corners, reporters camped outside, and calls from investors poured in, all demanding answers.Jordan sat quietly in his office, hands clasped, listening to his legal adviser explain the situation. “Sir, the allegation is criminal. If they succeed in convincing the court there was coercion, it will not only affect your ownership of Bennett Industries but also your public standing. We have to tread carefully.”He nodded slowly, his jaw set. “They’re playing dirty again,” he

Jordan hardly slept the night before. The house was quiet, but his mind was restless. Tomorrow was the pre-trial hearing, and every piece of evidence had to be airtight.Jordan had dismissed his former lawyer and allowed Hensley - the former Bennett family's lawyer to take the role, assisted by Mr. Clarke.He sat in the study with files spread across the table, reading line after line of statements.Mr. Hensley had insisted that nothing must slip.The older lawyer entered without knocking, his face carrying that usual mix of calm and urgency. “We’ve got the last set of forensic results,” he said, dropping a brown envelope on the table. Jordan opened it, eyes scanning fast.The expert’s report confirmed that the ink and paper on Ezra’s will predated the alleged alteration. That meant the Bennetts’ version was a fake.Jordan leaned back, relief and exhaustion fighting for space in his chest. “That’s one stone off our neck,” he murmured.Hensley adjusted his glasses. “It’s more than that.

The week after the judgment was chaos. The court’s ruling hit the business world like a storm. Banks froze all Bennett accounts, and auditors, backed by court officers, moved into their headquarters.Bennett Industries, once loud with arrogance and wealth, became a crime scene of silence and sealed offices.Jordan watched everything unfold from the boardroom at Jefferson Group. He wasn’t smiling. Winning the case had brought justice, but it also brought a new kind of pressure.Mr. Hensley stood by the window, reading through the court orders again.“The injunction covers every known Bennett asset,” he said. “The auditors will oversee all transfers, properties, and foreign holdings. Nothing moves without court approval.”Jordan nodded slowly. “Good. Let it stay that way.”Jenna was seated across from him, flipping through her laptop. “Clients are restless,” she said. “Some of them are afraid this scandal will drag us down too. We need to show them stability immediately.”Jordan rubbed

The weeks after the judgment passed quietly, though the city still whispered Jordan’s name. The media had moved on to newer scandals, but remnants of the Bennett story still lingered in business columns and social chatter.Everywhere he went, people looked at him differently, with respect, some with awe, and others with silent envy.He had become a symbol of survival, of justice, of power reclaimed. But when the cameras turned off and the applause faded, he found little peace in it.Most nights, he sat in the dim light of his penthouse, unable to sleep. Victory had its noise, but silence after it was deafening. He often stared at the ceiling, his thoughts drifting back to Ezra — the man who had believed in him when no one else did.The man whose trust had cost him his life. “You’d have wanted better for all of us,” Jordan muttered one night, his voice barely a whisper.The city lights blinked below him like scattered stars. He reached for a glass of water but paused midway, realising

Zoe’s reappearance began like a whisper, not a storm.It started with small headlines — “Zoe Bennett: The Woman Who Lost Everything but Found Herself.”Another read, “From Scandal to Second Chances: Bennett’s Path to Redemption.”Each piece painted her as a misunderstood woman rising from ruin, not the cold manipulator the world had condemned.Behind it all was a new publicist she hired — one of the best in the industry. He had a simple instruction from Zoe: rebuild my image and make people remember my name without fear or hate.Soon, she was appearing in quiet interviews, charity events, and podcasts about rebuilding after loss.Her voice trembled when she spoke about her “mistakes” and her “journey toward self-forgiveness.” It was rehearsed, calculated, but effective.People began to soften. The same audience that once cursed her name started saying maybe she had suffered enough. That maybe prison wasn’t the only punishment a soul could endure.Zoe played the part well — gracious, h