New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 509 The Aftermath "I know your plan, Gretta," Claire said smoothly, her voice laced with quiet menace.

Gretta's lips parted slightly, but she quickly masked her surprise, setting her glass down with controlled ease. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Claire chuckled softly, stepping closer. "Oh, don't insult my intelligence. I know exactly what you've been up to. You're trying to free Lisa. You want her to do your dirty work while you keep your hands clean."

Gretta's heartbeat quickened, but she forced herself to maintain her composed demeanor. "That's ridiculous," she scoffed. "Lisa is mentally unstable. Everyone knows that."

Claire's smile widened as she shook her head. "Oh, Gretta. Your lies reek from miles away."

The older woman stiffened, her nails digging into her palm.

"You were the one who told Lisa to act crazy," Claire continued. "All so she wouldn't end up in prison for what she did. But Lisa was never insane, was she?"

Gretta said nothing.

Claire took another slow step forward, her piercing gaze never leaving Gretta's face. “You manipulated everyone. You made Lisa put on an act, all so she could escape real punishment. You used her, and now you want to set her loose again. But I won't let that happen."

Gretta clenched her jaw, her breath unsteady. Claire's words struck like daggers, each one cutting deep because they were true.

But she wouldn't let Claire see her crumble.

"You have no proof," Gretta finally said, lifting her chin defiantly. "It's all speculation."

Claire smirked. "Oh, you're so predictable."

She folded her arms, her expression turning ice-cold. "I know you're lying, Gretta. And do you want to know how I know?"

Gretta remained silent.

Claire leaned in slightly, her voice lowering into something far more dangerous.

"Because I've done my homework."

At that moment, Gretta felt the floor beneath her metaphorically crack.

Claire continued, her voice filled with mockery. "You claim you did all of this for justice, but we both know that's a lie." She tilted her head. "Admit it. This isn't about justice. It's about revenge. You think I ruined your life. You think I destroyed your family."

Gretta's hands curled into fists. "You did ruin my family," she spat.

Claire let out a laugh—an amused, delighted sound that sent chills down Gretta's spine.

"Oh, Gretta," Claire mused darkly, her expression turning deadly. "The only person who destroyed a family is you."

Gretta gritted her teeth. "You-"

Claire snapped her fingers.

Almost instantly, several police officers emerged from their hiding spots within the penthouse. They moved swiftly, guns drawn, their expressions unreadable but firm.

Gretta's eyes widened in pure shock.

Her head snapped back to Claire. "What is this?" she demanded, her voice rising in panic.

Claire simply smirked. "A little gift from me," she said mockingly. "For being such a manipulative and cheeky aunt."

gripping Gretta's arm. "Gretta Robertson, you are under

raced.

shrieked, thrashing against their hold. "Let

crossed,

away,"

The officers didn't hesitate.

Gretta bellowed as they dragged her toward the door. "YOU'LL

simply waved lazily.

doors swung shut behind them, the air suddenly much quieter without

exhaled, taking a moment to enjoy the

Another enemy down.

the final chapter in the long, grueling battle against Robert and

yet relaxed, her expression unreadable. The grand room was filled with whispers as people waited for the trial to begin. She felt the weight

beside her, his usual calm demeanor unwavering. Alexander and Christian occupied the row behind them, both men watching the proceedings with unreadable expressions. Across the room, Adrian Saint Laurent sat with his family, his gaze lingering

to attend, but for

Just this once.

stretched

piece of damning evidence the corruption, the embezzlement, the manipulation, and worst of all, the orchestrated deaths of the Peterson family. Video footage, financial records, and witness testimonies painted an

to fight back, but it

after long deliberations, the judge

Gretta Robertson-25 years. The courtroom fell

slowly. It's

as Robert clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white. By the time he got out-if he even made it-he would be well into his eighties.

even survive

She doubted it.

being locked up

would be in prison for at least 25 years. Even if she behaved well, parole wouldn't be an option for over a

turned her gaze toward them, her expression

expected, the moment the officers moved in to take

officers. "You think

in rage. "Everything you have, you stole from us! You're going

Claire only smiled.

and curse all they

touch her

officers dragged them away, their voices faded into

long sigh, a weight she hadn't realized she was

Matthew

turned to look at them, the corners of her lips

you,"

as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Instinctively,

QUMS

throughout most of

been watching closely.

told him

he had been disappointed—frustrated that she

should have told me," Adrian had said the night

her head. "I didn't want anything bad to happen to you.

hand through his hair. He

he was simply happy to

glanced at him, and he met her gaze, squeezing her waist slightly. No words were