The Art Of Revenge (Thalia Nash and Brandon) novel Chapter 51

Josh’s Pov

I sat in the courtroom, my palms sweating, and I remembered the room; it was the same one where I humiliated Thalia and stole everything from her.

She was seated exactly where I was seated, restless, crying, and sweating profusely.  Every time I had looked in her direction I had let out a laugh. It was my turn, but karma had bitten me far too soon.

We all had to pay for our sins at some point in our life, but it was usually typically in our later years or after we had gotten our fill.

But my case was a little different; I was being punished even before I enjoyed what I had stolen. Week after week, there were court cases and lawsuits.

If I wasn’t attending hearings involving my company, I would be in court for my ex-wife’s disappearance. And every time the courtroom was packed to capacity, a lot of people were very interested in my case.

If only I had left her with something more manageable, like an apartment, I would not have gotten myself into such a ridiculous situation. My need for vengeance, on the other hand, looked like it was my downfall.

I kept glancing behind me, hoping the court doors would open and she could walk in and save my ass. I never imagined I’d ever want her presence. The woman had vanished totally off the face of the earth.

No one was able to locate her; search parties were dispatched to several locations in the hopes of finding her, but all tips and leads went cold.

The last time anyone saw someone who suited her description was on the highway. She was barefoot and carrying a plastic bag as she walked along the street.

They had offered her a ride, but she had declined, she appeared disoriented and lost.

Not that I would have cared at the time, but I was looking for excuses. I was curious how someone could just walk by without calling the cops or anything.

I was looking for someone to blame, and the fools that drove by her were far worse than I was. Her case was pulling sympathizers from all corners of the country.

While my company was losing millions and millions every day. I was at the focus of their investigations.

My father had run out of falsehoods and sweet talk, and the investors were fleeing away. We were trapped on a sinking ship but we couldn’t get off.

My father was optimistic that the storm would pass sooner and that it was all the fault of our adversary. It irritated me every time he mentioned someone was sabotaging us, but when I questioned who, he always said he was investigating.

All of his ineffective investigators came up empty-handed. My notion that Thalia’s father’s allies were to blame came up empty-handed too. It just resulted in more charges being smacked at me. Thalia’s disappearance had suddenly made me the major suspect.

It was past time for us to concentrate on pulling ourselves out of this mess instead of seeking for someone to blame. When my lawyer said my name, I hurriedly turned to my left.

Miss Kim was her name, and she was my fourth lawyer in less than two weeks. She cost a lot of money, a lot of money.

I sacked the majority of the lawyers, and some quit because they couldn’t stand my arrogance and rage. Screw them, Kim was my kind of lawyer, and she was making progress on all the false charges.

I smiled when I looked up at her, but my wife on the opposite side gave me an angry look. Jessica was preoccupied with portraying the nice wife who was always by her husband’s side throughout the trial, despite the fact that she was obliged to do so, and I nearly slapped her the other day when she refused to accompany me.

My father was the one who had to calm her down in private. She was with me to the courts every day, but we slept in separate beds at night. It was all staged for the cameras; we had only been married for two months but were acting as if we had been married for thirty years.

I shifted my gaze away from her and focused on Kim. “Don’t worry, we’ve got you covered,” she said as she began packing her files.

“As long as they can’t put you on the same highway she was last seen on or find her body, they have nothing on you?” she assured and said “See you in the kitchen, I brought the hard stuff,” and went away before I could object.

I was on the verge of laughing, but I immediately regained my control. Jessica was staring at me from my left, her gaze frigid, like if she was reading my mind or something.

I approached her and offered her a perk, which I could tell sickened her. “Don’t wait for me; I’ll be busy going through everything with my father,” I added, waiting for her response. She simply averted her gaze, stood up and walked out of the courtroom.

I recognized that she was completely innocent in everything and that I was the fool, but I needed to do everything in my power to reclaim my empire. I exited the courtroom and entered one of the chambers, closing the door behind me.

Kim emerged from the corner, clutching some pills. She put them in my hands and told me to drink them.

“You will get it up with these,” she stated as she handed them to me. I was cautious at first, but I immediately seized them, before we knew it the room was hot and Kim was riding the hell out of me in minutes.

It had been weeks since I had gotten it up; I had tried with Jessica, but everything had ended in frustration. The stress had gotten to the point where it was affecting my sex life. It happened the same when I tried Kim, except she promised to bring me something cold, and she did not lie.

Yes, I was completely naked in the foreign office and fucking my lawyer, but I was willing to murder to reclaim my old life back.

Fucking Kim was a cost-cutting strategy; the useless woman had always wanted my cock in her for years, and all I was doing was fulfilling her want while she represented me.

My father was well aware of the arrangement, and I’m sure Jessica suspected or even knew about it, but my company always came first before marriage and she knew it.

While she moaned and liked every minute of it, I kept swinging and thrusting deep as if I was digging out all the crap that had been thrown at my life over the previous month. She liked it rough and tough, and I wasn’t going to let her down.

By the time we came, We were both exhausted and sweaty and we just dropped on the floor, patting each other and gasping for air.

I was so scared that the plane disaster was to blame for my inability to get it up, but it turned out that it was simply tension and that all I needed was a trigger.

I hurriedly got up, dressed, said my goodbyes, and left after regaining my breath. It was back to normal, and I’d just finished paying for my court appearance.