The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

"James!"

Charles' eyes lit up at the sight of James, as if he had just seen his lifeline.

He limped his way around the table to get to James when the police officer on duty restrained him by the shoulders for fear he might do something funny.

James sat there with his back sunk into his seat, but his wary eyes and pressed lips reflected his disdain for his criminal brother.

Family ties had never meant anything to James.

Throughout their childhood, Charles was James' playmate, but in adulthood, he became a mere tool for James' manipulation.

To safeguard his own power, James indulged Charles excessively, cleaning up after him and spoiling him rotten. This, however, ultimately proved to be Charles' downfall, keeping him dependent and easily controlled by James.

Alas, Charles was worthless.

All the more reason James could not stand Charles. He did not think it was his fault that his drastic measures made his brother a killer. Everything James did was to save him, so Charles should take the fall for the aftermath.

"How did I become a killer, James? I never killed anyone!"

Charles' cracked lips quivered as he said, "I'm being framed! The charge should be dropped! I'm innocent! Someone is out to get me! I would know if I killed anyone."

"Calm down, Charles. Hear me out."

downcast eyes, James cleared his throat and spoke slowly, in case Charles could not catch up. "The evidence in this case is overwhelming, including eyewitness accounts and physical evidence. Your accomplice is still in custody

the victims?" Dumbstruck, Charles turned pale. "When did I ask him to kill?

you make the wrong move when it mattered? I told you many times that I would do my best to bail

anyone! How many times do I have to tell

now! I want to talk

to see you and talk to you on

his brows. "I have done enough for you, but you never learned and kept testing Bella and Justin. Even God can't save you

mean? Are you

reduce your sentencing, and I will try to make your life comfortable in prison. That's the best I can do

glanced at his secretary, who pulled out a file from his briefcase to

was afraid Charles might go crazy and use the pen as a weapon against

looked at

contract to transfer shares, and

knew how to pick the right

get out of here! You can't wait to take my shares? You pushed too far! Even if I'm dead, my shares will go to Dad, not you!" "Charles, hasn't reality sunk in yet?

like he had

get

you