The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

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Pulse Five’s performance at the Paris music festival was a hit. Naturally, their growing popularity led to many fans stalking their social media profiles.

Next on their agenda was shooting the music video for their latest track, which kept Sophia fully occupied.

1 set work aside for the moment and steeled myself for Charlotte’s hearing. Grayson would be there as Landon’s brother, Lucas and my family would also be witnessing the verdict. The swarm of reporters waiting outside the courthouse was inevitable.

Two security officers held Charlotte firmly as we crossed paths in the hallway. She was barefaced, her hair disheveled, but her eyes still burned with the same venomous intensity towards me.

“You’re delusional if you think Mr. Blake cares for you!” she spat. “He’s playing you for a fool! Just wait and you’d wake up with his hands around your throat! Landon was always his favorite! He despises all Prescotts, Isabella!”

The officers dragged her away.

Inside the courtroom, the judge reviewed all the evidence.

The verdict fell like a hammer: Charlotte was found guilty of concealing and distorting the truth, which hindered the police investigation into Landon’s death. She was also guilty, along with my cousin Jake, for the deaths of three innocent people- the truck driver and two passengers. Furthermore, she was convicted of attempted murder against me.

Charlotte sobbed uncontrollably after receiving her ten–year prison sentence. Amid the crowd in the courtroom, her gaze locked on mine, filled with raw hatred.

“This is unfair!” she shricked, nearly deranged. “How come you’re still alive? I’m going to jail, and nothing ever happened to you!” Her voice cracked with fury. “This isn’t over, Isabella! Everything you have should be mine! You stole Lucas from me, the Prescott family! You killed Landon! I’ll never stop hating you!”

She kept spitting out that she hated me, over and over, until it became a twisted, familiar echo in my ears. Her desperate struggles against the handcuffs and police officers seemed almost theatrical now, her shouts of “Let me go!” echoing through the corridor.

I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself.

As my father walked past me, his voice remained as cold as ever. “I know you’re ungrateful, but your mother needed

treatment.

“Then I’ll send money to Mother and pray for her speedy recovery. I replied steadily

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I was utterly done with the Prescott family. Their manipulations and verbal abuse had lost all power over me, Gabriel, whom I had already removed from my life.

My father’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “Money? And how exactly are you earning it in the entertainment industry?” “Really, Dad? Are you suggesting I’m working in adult films!” I countered, unable to hide my disgust at the insinuation. I was taken aback when Lucas draped his arm over my shoulder. “Mr. Prescott, all those lies are from Charlotte. For years. Isabella was an artist at Golden Stage, and those rumors are baseless. You shouldn’t speak to Isabella like that.”

My father turned away without a word, but I could feel a cold gaze burning into me

When I glanced at Grayson, his eyes were smoldering at the sight of Lucas’s hand on my shoulder, and I quickly shrugged it off as if the touch had burned me.

Something about Grayson’s possessive stare stirred an inexplicable nervousness in my chest.

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“I’m going” I

“I’m going” I sand casually to Lucas.

“War My mother has been asking me to catch up with you. She wanted me to invite you over for a while, but I didn’t want to cause any conflict with Charlotte, so I kept refusing. But my mother misses you, labella”

I didn’t want to seem rude to Lucas, so I said, “T make sure to call Mrs. Murphy soon.

Mr. Murphy had always been kind to me, but visiting her at the mansion felt inappropriate after they severed ties with Charlotte. However, as a family friend. I could still casually invite Lucas’s mother out for a shopping trip or lunch.

I felt Lucas’s gaze following me

Naturally, reporters swarmed in my path as I made my way down the driveway, but I didn’t offer them a single word.

Once settled in the Audi’s leather passenger seat, my thoughts went to Grayson. As if on cue, his call appeared on my ✓ phone.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voicefilled with concem.

“Yeah. How about you??

“I’ve got an emergency at the office, so I must head back. Let’s have dinner tonight.” His tone softened on the last words.