Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

The child who addressed him as mister was in actuality his son, and to have gotten to know him as a stranger at first must feel terribly upsetting and regrettable.

Words could not describe the love he felt for his son. Elliot sensed that Anastasia was behind him, so he adjusted Jared’s covers lightly and got up to leave.

Anastasia had been standing there for quite some time. She was dressed quite thinly so she was starting to feel a little cold. Elliot’s large hands warmed up her chilly ones as he pulled her back to bed.

The next day, Anastasia received a call from Francis. He called to inform her that Naomi’s court proceedings would begin on Tuesday and asked if she had time to attend. Naturally, Anastasia would make the time for it. She wanted to

witness Naomi’s downfall in person and see if Naomi truly regretted what she did.

Tuesday morning, after dropping Jared off at school, Anastasia and Elliot went over to the courthouse.

Francis was already there when they arrived, and he seemed to have worked through his emotions as he was a lot calmer this time.

ten o’clock, Naomi was brought into the courtroom. Her hands and feet were cuffed, and her hair had turned gray in many areas. She looked as if she had aged ten years. When she saw the people sitting in

no love and no concern at all. Naomi glanced at Anastasia, but she knew that with her here, there was no

was also sitting beside Anastasia, and compared to them,

enough to shock and strike fury in the hearts of anyone who heard it. For the sake of money, Naomi was willing to betray her husband

the entire scheme were

of what she had done. She saw Francis sitting there with his head lowered,

how blissful she felt when Francis married her. He worked hard to build his empire, but he would always provide her a princely sum to spend every month. She was free to do whatever she wanted with it, and her daughter, the one she

out this way

she ruin her own life,

her daughter’s youth

future.

remained calm on the outside, but on the inside, she was hoping that her father would not plead clemency for this woman. She

willing to bear the consequences, but please… please forgive Erica. I’m the one who taught her to do everything. She’s not a bad person.” Francis said nothing. Naomi had received an eighteen-year sentence. If she managed to stay alive until the end of her sentence, she would be an old woman in her seventies when

she screamed in tears, “Erica has treated you like a father for