Chapter 198
One officer stepped forward, addressing the crowd.
“Linda and Arman, you are under arrest for conspiracy, fraud, and various other charges. Please cooperate.”
Arman, who had been seated smugly until now, stood in disbelief.
“This is absurd! I demand to speak to my lawyers!”
The officers ignored his bluster, cuffing him swiftly.
Linda screamed and thrashed as they restrained her.
Ryan’s name popped up again in the discussion, with many realizing he had already been incarcerated.
It was revealed that Ryan, facing his own charges, had turned over key evidence against Arman to save himself from harsher sentencing.
As Linda was led away, her fans began to whisper nervously.
The anger and betrayal in the room were palpable.
Those who had once defended her now looked at her with contempt.
The once–grand celebration banquet was in utter chaos.
I stood in the center of it all, watching the spectacle unfold.
A weight I’d carried for so long seemed to lift from my shoulders.
It wasn’t just vindication–it was liberation.
For the first time since my rebirth, I felt truly free of the chains that had held me back in both lives.
Lirian approached me, his expression softer than usual. He reached out, placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Sophia, it’s over. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
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His voice carried an emotion I hadn’t heard before–a mix of pride and relief.
turned to him, meeting his gaze.
“Thank you for standing by me, Lirian. Without you, I don’t know if I would’ve had the strength to see this through.”
He pulled me into a gentle embrace.
“You would’ve done it, Sophia. You’ve always been stronger than you think.”
For a moment, we stood there, the chaos around us fading into the background.
The day Linda and Arman were taken away by the Council’s enforcers was seared into my memory.
The once–proud and domineering Arman was reduced to a stumbling wreck, his arrogance stripped bare.
He struggled against the enforcers‘ firm grip, his eyes wild with disbelief.
“Sophia!” he shouted, his voice hoarse with desperation.
“I’m your brother. How could you help an outsider harm me?”
I met his frantic gaze and responded coldly, “And who on earth joined forces with an outsider to
frame Moon Shadow?”
Arman lunged forward, attempting to break free from the enforcer’s grasp.
His movements were uncoordinated and frantic, his crippled leg betraying him as he stumbled and fell to his knees before me.
He looked up, his face a mixture of rage and disbelief, as though he couldn’t fathom his current state.
“By the way,” I said, crouching down to meet his eyes, my voice barely above a whisper, “your leg has obviously been injected with potions over the years. It’s getting worse, isn’t it?”
His expression flickered with confusion, and I leaned closer, my words a dagger aimed straight at his heart.
“The potions Linda gave you to drink? They were all provided by Ryan. Do you really think she re–approached you out of kindness? No, she was sent to torture you. Ryan never forgot how you “humiliated him earlier in life, and this was his revenge. Has your wolf lost its vigor lately? Is it on
the verge of disappearing?”
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Arman’s breath hitched, his eyes wide and glassy as he stared at me in shock.
The reality of his situation began to sink in, and the fight drained from his body.
He looked broken, his spirit crushed under the weight of my words.
I stood up, brushing imaginary dust off my hands, and looked down at him one last time.
“One last reminder,” I said, my tone devoid of warmth. “I told you–I’m not your sister anymore.”
Turning away, I left him kneeling there as I walked out with Lirian.
In the days that followed, the business projects Arman had snatched from me began to collapse one
by one.
Reports of his financial misconduct came to light, adding to the charges piling up against him and
Linda.
I took over his failing company and seamlessly integrated it into my own business empire.
With the immediate crisis behind me, I met with Croatia and Jason to discuss her recovery.
Croatia, who had once been confined to a wheelchair, now walked confidently, her legs nearly
ealed thanks to the biotech potions my company had developed.
“Thank you, Sophia,” Croatia said, her gratitude evident in her voice.
“I never thought I’d act again, even if it’s just small roles for now.”
Jason, standing beside her, smiled warmly.
They looked happy–content in a way that was hard–earned.
Before they left, Croatia asked curiously, “How did you figure out that Arman’s leg was poisoned by Ryan Pelinda?”
