Married to the Billionaire Who Betrayed Me novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 Serving the Cold Court Injunction

I pulled a single sheet of paper from the portfolio. I placed it face down on the polished table.

“You investigated my timeline, Frederick,” I said, looking at the man who threatened my child in my own office. “You found the

charity clinic. You tracked the pediatric supplies. You believe you hold all the cards.”

I slid the piece of paper down the length of the table. It stopped directly in front of Tristan.

He looked down at the document. He did not touch it. His hands remained flat against the wood.

“What is that?” Harriet demanded. Her eyes narrowed. For the first time, a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face. She hated

unknown variables.

“It is a legal injunction,” I explained. I kept my gaze locked on Tristan. “I filed it this afternoon with the family court.”

Tristan picked up the paper. His eyes scanned the text. The color drained from his face. The rigid posture he maintained all evening shattered. He looked up at me, his expression caught between absolute shock and sheer terror.

“You didn’t,” Tristan whispered. The words barely made it past his lips.

“I did, I confirmed.

‘What does it say, Tristan?’ Frederick asked, leaning over to read the document.

Tristan ignored his uncle. He kept his eyes fixed on me. “Minerva. Do you understand what this means?”

‘I understand perfectly,” I said. “It means I stop playing defense.”

I stood up from my chair. The movement drew the attention of every person in the room. I smoothed the front of my crimson blazer. I looked down the long table, meeting the eyes of the Johnston family.

“The injunction bars any member of the Johnston Group board of directors, including Harriet Montgomery and Frederick Langley, from initiating contact with my son,’ I declared. My voice rang clear and hard. “It blocks any attempt to file a paternity suit. It freezes the court proceedings until a formal hearing takes place.”

“You cannot block a paternity suit,” Frederick scoffed. “A judge will throw that injunction out by Monday morning.”

“The judge signed the injunction because I provided a compelling reason,” I countered.

I looked at Celeste. The heiress stared at me, her mouth slightly open, the arrogance completely gone.

“I stated under penalty of perjury,” I told the room, “that Tristan Johnston is a documented threat to the emotional and physical well-being of the child. I cited his history of corporate sabotage, his manipulation of the press, and the hostile environment of this

very estate.

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Harriet slammed her hand against the table. The sharp crack echoed like a gunshot.

“You dare accuse my grandson of being a threat?” Harriet demanded. The cold facade broke. Pure, unadulterated fury burned in her eyes. “You dare drag our name through the family courts with baseless slander?”

“It is not slander if I possess the proof,” I replied. I held my ground against the matriarch’s rage. I kept the records, Harriet. I kept the press releases from a year ago. I kept the threatening emails from your legal department regarding my shipping containers! built a comprehensive file detailing a pattern of harassment and intimidation orchestrated by this family.”

The room erupted.

Oliver shouted about defamation lawsuits. Beatrice covered her mouth, gasping at the scandal. Frederick reached for his cell phone.

likely dialing their lead crisis manager.

I ignored the noise. I focused entirely on Tristan.

He sat frozen in his chair. The injunction sat on the table in front of him. He looked like a man watching his entire life burn to the ground. He realized the magnitude of my counter-strike. I did not just block their attempt to take my son. I turned their own ruthlessness against them. I weaponized their history to build a legal wall they could not breach.

“You brought this on yourselves,” I said, my voice cutting through the shouting.

I picked up my leather portfolio. I turned away from the table. I did not wait for a response. I did not need their permission to

leave. I delivered my message.

I walked toward the heavy double doors. The shouting behind me intensified. Celeste’s shrill voice rose above the din, demanding

that Tristan do something.

I pushed the doors open.

The silent butler stood in the hallway. He looked startled by my sudden exit. He quickly stepped aside.

I walked down the long corridor, moving away from the dining room. The sound of the Johnston family fighting among themselves faded behind me. The heavy air of the estate lifted from my shoulders. The crimson suit felt like armor forged in fire.

I won the battle. I secured the perimeter around Elias.

But as I reached the main foyer, a shadow detached itself from the wall near the front entrance.

A man stepped into the light. He wore a sharp, tailored suit. He looked to be in his late fifties, with graying hair and piercing blue

eyes. He held a leather briefcase.

He did not look like a member of the security team. He looked like a lawyer.

“Miss Hayes, the man said. His voice was quiet and professional.

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I stopped walking. I tightened my grip on the portfolio. “Who are you?”

“My name is Arthur Vance, he replied. He did not offer his hand. He kept his distance. I am senior counsel for the Johnston family

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