The drive record played, and Lucien's father's voice filled the room, begging his brother for his life. "Please, Wilson, don't do this. I'm your brother, your family. Have mercy."
A tear dropped down Lucien's eyes as she listened to her father's desperate pleas. She felt a wave of sadness and anger wash over her, and she clenched her fists, trying to hold back her emotions.
The room was silent, with all eyes on Lucien, as the recording continued to play. The sound of her father's voice, begging for his life, was haunting, and it sent shivers down the spines of everyone in the room.
"Don't kill us, Lucien has no one," the recording continued, with Lucien's father's desperate voice pleading for mercy.
A cold, calculating voice responded, "That would be your dying wish, dear brother."
Wilson's voice was heard, followed by a gunshot. "Listen, Marcus, this should be our little secret, okay?" Wilson said, his voice dripping with malice.
"Sure, man, we'll tell everyone they died in a car accident," Marcus replied, his voice equally cold.
Tears rolled down Lucien's eyes as she listened to the recording, her heart heavy with grief and anger. Ace pulled her closer, pecking her lips softly. "It's okay, Lucien," he whispered.
But Lucien's eyes flashed with determination. She vowed to make her uncle suffer pain for killing her family. The fire of revenge burned brightly in her heart, and she knew that she would stop at nothing to see justice served.
Lucien's eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched in determination. "I'll make you pay, Uncle Wilson," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Ace's eyes locked onto hers, and he nodded in understanding. "We'll get him, Lucien," he promised. "We'll make him pay for what he's done."
The room was silent, the only sound the quiet sobbing of Lucien as she mourned the loss of her family. But amidst the grief, a spark of determination had been lit.
Fiona, who had been watching the scene unfold, took a step back, her eyes wide with fear. She knew that she and Wilson were in grave danger.
Wilson, however, seemed oblivious to the danger that was looming over him. He sneered at Lucien, his eyes cold and calculating. "You'll never be able to prove anything," he spat.
But Lucien just smiled, a cold, calculated smile. "We'll see about that, Uncle Wilson," she said, her voice dripping with malice
The police officers moved forward, handcuffs at the ready. "Wilson, you're under arrest for the murder of your brother and his wife," one of the officers said, as they led him away.
Fiona's eyes widened in shock, and she took a step back, her face pale. "And I am pregnant for you," she spat at Ace, her voice venomous.
Ace raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "I wanted to play cool, Miss Fiona, but you pushed me too far," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Everyone, the pictures you saw on the internet were just a coincidence, Miss Fiona here was drunk with one of her numerous sex partners. I decided to help her because she's my beautiful wife's cousin, despite everything. And I never touched a dirty woman like her when I have a beautiful wife."
Fiona's face turned red with rage, and she took a step forward, but Ace continued, his voice cold and calculated. "She's pregnant for God knows who. So, here's a proof," he said, motioning to Ken.
Ken nodded and pressed play on a recording device. The room fell silent as the sound of Fiona's voice, moaning in pleasure, filled the air. The video showed Fiona having sex with one of her lovers, and the room erupted into chaos.
Fiona's eyes widened in horror, and she stumbled backward, her face pale. "No, no, no," she whispered, her voice trembling with shame.
The room was in chaos, with people gasping and whispering to each other. Fiona's reputation was being torn apart, and she knew it.
Ace turned to her, his eyes cold and unforgiving. "You tried to ruin my reputation, Fiona," he said, his voice low and menacing. "But it's you who's been exposed."
Fiona's face was a mask of shame and humiliation. She knew she had gone too far, and now she was paying the price.
Lucien stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. "You're not only a homewrecker, Fiona," she said, her voice dripping with venom. "But you're also a liar and a manipulator."
The police officers who had arrested Wilson earlier now turned to Fiona. "Fiona, you're under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder and defamation of character," one of them said, as they handcuffed her.
As Fiona was led away, she caught Ace's eye, and for a moment, they just stared at each other. Then, Ace turned away, his expression cold and unyielding.
"It's over," he said, turning to Lucien. "We can finally move on with our lives."
Lucien nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes, we can," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The two of them shared a moment, their eyes locked on each other. Then, Ace pulled her close, and they shared a tender kiss.
The room erupted into cheers and applause, as the truth finally came to light. Justice had been served, and the innocent had been vindicated.