Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge
Chapter 129. Alicia Gold’s sentence.

Chapter 129: 129. Alicia Gold’s sentence.

{Three months Later}

It’s finally the day. I’m sitting here in court, with a smile on my face as I listen to the symphonic words coming from the lips of the judge.

I can’t help but register every expression that Alicia makes. From being flustered, to being hopeful, to being straight out booming with rage.

I didn’t know watching someone get lawfully punished for their crimes could feel so good.

When I think back to the life I led before meeting Duke, the life I had gotten accustomed to living... A life where Alicia was the villain who always won, the villain who I could never defeat, the villain who I had given up on defeating.

When I think back to that life, I see how pitiful and gullible I had been for so long.

From the time we were little children, when my parents died and I moved in with them up until high school, even going on to college and marriage, Alicia always had the power.

She’d always gained some sort of joy in sewing me suffer and I never thought of fighting back. Maybe I was just too weak to fight back and I allowed her torments towards my life to continue until she finally took something I can never get back.

I didn’t know a day would come when I would stand up against her. I didn’t know there would come a day where I would sit by and gladly watch her get punished for all the wrong things she has done to me.

Yet, here I am...

"After listening to and cross checking all evidence provided by the prosecution party and the defendants party, my verdict goes thus... For the crimes of forgery of legal documents, illegal acquisition and transfer of shares, the instigation of medical malpractice and attempted murder by suffocation, I hereby sentence the defendant Alicia Gold to fourteen years in—"

"Noooooo!!!" Oh dear, "You can’t do this to me! What did I ever do wrong?!" It’s such a pity that even till this point, she has no repentant heart. To think she still believes she didn’t do anything wrong. It’s so funny.

It shows how twisted her mind has become, or has always been. Sometimes I wonder if rather than prison, maybe she needs to be kept in a mental home for a while. Maybe she needs to get treatment. If there’s a treatment that would change the negative thinking of a person, maybe that is what she is in need of.

"I didn’t even do anything! I didn’t do any damn thing! It was that bastard Rowan Fletcher who instigated and carried out everything!" Way to go. Dump everything on your boyfriend.

"I don’t deserve this! I am Alicia Gold! Why would I go to jail? I am Alicia Gold!"

"Miss Gold, would you rather I make it twenty years?" I let out a laugh at the judge’s words. "I’m being very lenient as it is!"

"But I really didn’t do anything!" She screams and struggles while being held by the officers.

"Dad! Dad help me." She screams as her entire body turns towards where her father is seated amongst the audience. A part of me pities the man who just went through a divorce and now is having his only daughter thrown in jail.

I feel a little sorry for him, but he should have raised his daughter better tto avoid this outcome.

"Dad please do something! I don’t want to go to jail!" His eyes are close he can’t look up at her. He must be dying inside.

That’s their family problem, not mine.

"Dad are you really just going to sit there and watch me gk to jail?! You haven’t done anything for me my entire life!! The least you can do now is to save me!!"

That ungrateful girl.

She has no idea how lucky she was to have a father who doted on her all her life. The nerve of her to open up her mouth and claim he never did anything for her.

I still remember when we were little. I remember how much love he showered her with. How he was always carrying her around with him.

I remember being jealous of the father that she still had both mother and father. I remember how lonely I felt whenever he came back home from work and bought her presents. Although he sometimes got me things, I could not stop myself from comparing with Alicia who would always come back to cry and ask for the small things he got me.

If aunt Evelyn wasn’t around to take it by force from me, he would be the one to come to me and plead with me to yield to my cousin because he couldn’t stand seeing her in tears.

Back then I remember I wanted to ask, ’what about me? Is it okay if I cry and Alicia doesn’t?’ I wanted to ask, ’Why must I yield when you are the one who bought this for me and gave it to me? Alicia’ s is bigger so why should I give her my small and tiny one.’ But I didn’t have the backbone in me then so rather than ask questions, I’d just give in to his demand and hand over thee things that belong to me to Alicia.

He loved her to the point that he never scolded her. Over the years whenever Alicia did something wrong, instead of scolding her, he’d blame himself for not teaching her better.

And he’s still doing it. Even now, I can see him doing it again. I can see him silently blaming himself for everything.

"Dad! Why won’t you say anything! If it was mom she would have done something! How can you be so useless to me!" This rude human being.

Don’t worry too much though, the mom you speak of will be joining you soon enough.

Suddenly, her gaze shifts to mine and the detest in her eyes is rather wicked. There was a time when I would have shivered underneath that wicked gaze but after everything I’ve been through, right now she just looks really stupid.

I don’t even feel the tiniest bit of fear for her now. Once again I can’t help but wonder how I let someone as pathetic as this rule my life for decades.

I subjected myself to receiving all the things she threw at me. Sometimes I can’t help but blame myself for some of the things that happened to me. If I had stood up for myself, if I had fought for myself a little more, if I had not kept telling myself she was my cousin and just treated her like the wicked human being she is, then maybe I would never have had to go through all this pain.

But then I remember, it’s not like I didn’t want to fight for myself or stand up against her, I just never had anyone who’d take my side completely. I had no one standing on my side, so even if I ever tried to stand up against her, she always had her mother to back her up. I had no one but God.

But then God sent me Duke and he’s been on my side. Solely on my side.

"Champagne you bitch!" Look who’s talking. "This is all your fault! This is all you!! I didn’t do anything wrong! Why am I the one suffering?! What have I ever done to deserve this treatment! I don’t accept this!" Really pathetic.

Tsk tsk tsk. The more I look at her, the more pathetic she seems to me now.

I rise to my feet with my eyes still on her and an intentional smirk on my face as I put on my dark shades that Duke had insisted I bring along with me.

He had offered to come here with me today, but I rejected that offer. I wanted to stand here on my own and hear the judge pass her verdict then walk back home to him and the kids.

That is exactly what I’m going to do now.

"Where are you going!!" She’s screaming at the top of her voice while being held back. The judge is calling for order but she’s still screaming.

"Come back here Champagne!!"

"Champagne!! I don’t accept this!" A part of me wants to turn around and ask her what she plans to do if she doesn’t accept it?

What could she possibly do now?

"You haven’t won, you hear me you bitch! I need a better lawyer! Get me a better lawyer!! Ahhhhh! Get back here Champagne!"

Leaving behind her screams and her flaming gaze, I walk out the door, I leave everything Alicia Gold behind me. I’m standing out in the sun, looking up at the beautiful bright blue sky above me and I’m thinking to myself, "It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life for me."

And Dear God, I’m feeling so, so, good.

As I walk towards the car, my phone rings and, "Hello, Duke—" I say with much enthusiasm.

But then, "Pagne, they’ve taken Sherlock."