Switched Bride True Luna novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141

Emily

A week has passed since the fire. I went through all the motions, allowing myself the time to rest and relax, despite the fiery hatred that burns in my heart. I can’t get the image of my mother’s destroyed house out of my mind, forever burned into my

memories.

Logan has helped me through it all. He has been so kind and patient, always there for me when I need it. He took the time off for us from work so we could focus on ourselves as well as the lawsuit against my family. He was there for me when I needed it the most, proving to me that all of his actions have been out of love and his protectiveness for me and not out of a sick, perverse possessiveness.

I look at myself in the mirror. I wear dark clothes, morning the loss of my mother’s memories. My outfit is good for a courtroom, though, and I forced myself to step out of the closet and into the main section of logan’s home, finding him tucked away in the kitchen as he cooks a light and simple breakfast.

As soon as I enter the room, he looks up from the stove top. He sits down the spatula and crosses the distance, bringing me into his arms. He kisses the top of my head and allows me to hold onto him for as long as I need, my emotions, overwhelming, my

senses.

I slowly pull away from him, looking up. He gives me a knowing look, one that tells me that I can tell him anything myself to cry. I don’t, though.

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“Are you ready for today?” he quietly asks, cupping my cheeks. His arms are still covered in bandages from the fire, his burns so severe that he bleeds through the gauze every hour.

I nod in response, unable to vocalize any kind of word to him. He nods back, leaning down to press a sweet and gentle kiss to my lips. My chest is developed in warmth, a sense of security and safety overtaking my body.

I know that with Logan, I am safe. I do not need to worry about the atrocities that my family has committed in the pursuit of my inheritance. With him, I know that I can take on the world with his support and love as my motivator.

The two of us moved through the motions as we enter the courthouse. I wait for him as he steps through the metal detector, quietly conversing with the guards about any potential dangers that may come from our court case. As soon as he is finished, though, he takes my hand into his and guides me into the place where Dorothy waits for us.

She walks us through the process, taking us through the steps of today. It is the final day of the case. From what Dorothy has told us: I’m winning.

I sit beside her at the table. Logan sits behind me, offering me the support. I need to get through it. When I need to, I turn around and look at him, his steady gaze keeping me grounded in reality.

“What these people have done is perverse and sick,” Dorothy argues to the jury, passion evident in her voice. “They do not deserve this woman’s inheritance. They do not deserve to reap in the luxury that she deserves!”

I flinch at Dorothy’s words. They hold the truth in them. The ugly truth that my family has plotted against me, wishing for nothing but my demise in this prolonged soap opera plot that I’m living out.

I never wished for it to be like this. I never wished for things to end up so ugly and twisted. I never wished for my father to abandoned me as soon as my mother died, preferring the arms of a vile woman who is motivated by greed and power.

I turned to look at Logan. I can feel my face fall, unable to handle what is to come. He slowly not his head, allowing the oxygen to return to my lungs, slowly breathing in a deep breath before exhaling. I turn back around and look at Dorothy, who gives me a simple nod before turning back to the jury.

“She deserves good in the world. She is a kind soul who wishes nothing but the best for the people in her life. And they,” Dorothy points to my family on the other side of the courtroom, “they wish to see her be miserable.”

Dorothy walks back to the table. She sits beside me and takes my hand in hers, squeezing it. I feel a semblance of hope buried deep inside of my chest. The small flame keeping me optimistic about the result of the trial.

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Chapter 141

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It is only when my family’s lawyer stands that a child creeps down my spine. He holds a white packet in his hand, one big enough to fit a DVD. Confusion washes over my body as he approaches the judge, holding it in the air.

“We would like to submit last minute evidence in this case,” he says.

“Objection!” Dorothy stands, “we are on closing statements, your honor, it is too late for new evidence!”

“Overruled,” the judge waves his hand, dismissing Dorothy.

She sits back down, distaste written all over her face. I close my eyes, feeling the sting of tears. I hunch over, my anxiety taking over in the form of waves of nausea, hitting me like a brick wall.

“This will prove that the prosecution is an invalid suitor for the inheritance,” he a look up and am met with a familiar scene. The video begins to play

argues. The television screen clicks to life. I

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