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Chapter hundred and nineteen.
Andrew's jaw worked back and forth as he stared through the thick reinforced glass.His fingers tightened around the prison telephone until his knuckles turned white.For years... People had entered his office trembling, they lowered their heads.They were careful with every word they said to him, they feared saying the wrong thing.Now... The woman who once jumped whenever his phone rang was sitting comfortably across from him, smiling and mocking him.Looking at him with pity.It infuriated him more than the prison walls ever could."So..." Andrew said slowly, forcing another smile onto his face. "You came here because you think you've won?"Scarlet let out a quiet laugh. "No, I came because I know you've lost."Andrew scoffed. "You think prison defines me?""Oh, I think your choices do."Silence fell between them. Scarlet rested one elbow lightly on the table, staring at him for a long moment."You know... I almost didn't recognize you when they brought you in."Andrew's eyes narr
Chapter hundred and eighteen.
The iron gates of the Security Prison creaked open with a slow groan.Scarlet sat quietly behind the wheel of her car, staring at the building.She had never imagined she would willingly come here.It wasn't because she pitied the man inside.Far from it.If anything... She wished the prison walls were even thicker.She wished the bars were even stronger.Because the man she had come to see had destroyed too many lives to ever deserve freedom again.Scarlet switched off the engine and stepped out of the car.She adjusted her sunglasses before taking a slow breath."This ends today."Not Andrew's sentence, that had already been decided.Today was about something else, closure.Not the kind Jamal had sought.This was her own.For years she had lived in fear of Andrew Wilson.Fear of his phone calls, fear of his demands, fear of disappointing him.Fear of what he would do if she ever refused him.She still remembered the countless nights she had cried herself to sleep after carrying out
Chapter hundred and seventeen.
The Lincoln mansion had finally returned to its usual peace.For weeks, the estate had been consumed by court hearings, celebrations, reporters, endless phone calls, and visitors coming to congratulate Jamal on his victory.Now...Everything had quieted down.The atmosphere no longer carried the suffocating tension that had become so familiar over the past year.For the first time in a long while... The house felt like a home again.Jamal had just returned from visiting his parents' graves.His heart felt lighter.Not because he had forgotten everything.He never would.But because he had finally laid down the burden he had been carrying for so many years.He loosened the collar of his shirt as he walked through the grand hallway.Halfway to the staircase...His eyes drifted toward the wine cabinet.He stopped walking.For several seconds, he simply stared at the neatly arranged bottles.Then a small smile appeared."I suppose one bottle won't hurt."He reached inside and carefully se
Chapter hundred and sixteen.
As Jamal drove through the streets towards the cemetery, everything, including the traffic lights, every intersection and building... They somehow reminded him of another time.A simpler time Before greed and betrayal.Before revenge became the only thing keeping him alive.His fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel.He remembered sitting in the back seat of his father's old car as a child.His mother would always insist on sitting beside him instead of in the front.His father used to complain dramatically."Am I your husband or your chauffeur?"His mother would laugh every single time."Oh, stop complaining. My little prince needs me more than you do."Then she would pull little Jamal into a hug while his father pretended to sulk.Thinking about it now... A small smile found its way onto Jamal's face."They were so happy..."he murmured to himself."They deserved so much better."...Nearly forty minutes later...The car pulled to a stop outside the cemetery gates.Ja
Chapter hundred and fifteen.
Jamal stood alone in front of the large window in his bedroom.He had been awake long before dawn.He hadn't slept much.Not because of nightmares, or because of court documents, not even because of Andrew. For the first time in years... His mind had been quiet.Strangely...That silence had kept him awake.He looked down at the city stretching into the distance.Everything felt different, lighter and almost unreal to him.For years, every morning had begun with one thought."How do I bring Andrew Wilson down?Today... That thought was gone.He slowly adjusted the cuffs of his black shirt before slipping on a dark suit jacket.Not a business suit, because he wasn't going for a meeting.His eyes drifted toward the bedside drawer.He drew closer towards the drawer and opened it carefully.Inside rested an old photograph.The edges had become worn with time.It was one of the few pictures he still had of his parents.His father stood proudly behind his mother, one arm wrapped around her
Chapter hundred and fourteen.
Jamal stood silently before the glass, both hands tucked into his trouser pockets as he overlooked the skyline.For the first time in days... He wasn't thinking about court hearings.He wasn't reviewing evidence.He wasn't preparing for another confrontation with Andrew .The battle was over.A soft knock interrupted his thoughts."Come in."The door opened.Evelyn stepped inside carrying a brown folder.She immediately noticed the distant look in Jamal's eyes."You've been standing there for almost twenty minutes."Jamal smiled faintly without turning. "Have I?""You have."She walked closer and stood beside him, following his gaze toward the bustling city below."It's beautiful.""It is."Neither of them spoke for a while.Sometimes silence said far more than words ever could.Finally, Evelyn broke it."You're thinking about him."Jamal let out a slow breath."I am."She wasn't surprised.After everything Andrew had done...It would have been stranger if Jamal wasn't thinking about
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