Trigger/Content Warning: Mentions of Stalking
Courtney's POV
The investigation ended yesterday, and they've gathered a shit ton of evidence against Wyatt and Paul. But, I'm scared. I have no idea what's going to happen in court.
In Monaco, you can either be trialed on the Court of First Instance, which takes small cases, but the Correctional Court takes big cases. Criminal cases. That's where we're going to get our case heard.
So, we found that Wyatt had already attempted to break into my old house before I even started dating Charles. Hell, before I even was interested in Formula One, my old house was broken into 40 times! Forty times!
Then, he started investigating me and stalking me, he found out I live in Monaco because a shit ton of paparazzi are outside my house almost daily.
So, he sent the attachments when he was in Monaco, and when we clicked them, he got our location immediately. He knew I would go to Charles' house to confront him, so he went to his house.
He then looked at my location via the illegal airtag that he etched into my pants. He verified that I was at Charles' house and he came, without a gun.
After that, he went for the second attempt, now with a baseball bat which for some reason he dropped as soon as he charged at me.
He had also hired a private investigator to investigate me and Charles while we were in Bahrain. He's the one who took the pictures of me and Charles kissing.
We also found out that days later, he had put the metal sheet that caused Charles' car to crash and combust. That private investigator is also being trialed in this case.
Charles and Max are witnesses in this case, and so am I. But I'm sure the homophobic bastards will push on the two boys harder than me.
I don't need a magic eight ball to tell me what's going to be the resolution of this case, because I'm fucking sure they'll find Wyatt and Paul guilty and they'll appeal.
Let's just get this over with...
--- skipping boring court stuff
"So, Miss Wright. It says here that you've been working as an actor for 5 years. Is that correct?" The lawyer working for the three assholes asks me.
"Yes. That is correct." I agree with him for probably the only time.
"Who is your step-father?" He asks, getting out of my way, showing the bench of perverts.
"That pedo to the right." I point at him and the lawyer nods.
"And who is your ex-boyfriend?"
"That pervert in the middle."
He nods and he starts walking around the room. He then instructs us to look at the plasma TV opposite the jury bench.
The TV shows the security camera from my house in Monaco. It's the entrance of my apartment. Everyone sees me point up my gun to the door. They see me looking at the screen, noticing that the silent alarm was activated. They saw Wyatt breaking the door down and him dropping his baseball bat just to charge at me.
They saw me shoot Paul in the knee. They saw Wyatt miss and then lift himself back up. They saw me uppercut Wyatt and they saw the Police arrest me, with a smirk on my face. They see everything. No bullshits.
---
"Has the jury come to a verdict?" The judge says, as everyone in the courtroom rises. Emotions are at an all-time high as the main jury grabs a piece of paper.
"Yes, your honor." The tall, mid-thirties woman nods as she unfolds the paper in her hands. "We find the defendant, Wyatt Smith, Guilty on the charges of Stalking and Attempted Murder. We find the defendant, Paul Simons, Guilty on the charges of Stalking and Not Guilty on the charges of Attempted Murder."
Finally, that bastard got locked up. Still not happy that Paul is only getting 1 year of jail, but Wyatt, oh Wyatt, he's getting 15 years. Get fucked, xoxo.
Charles' POV
I'm happy that they got arrested but my reputation is in the shit currently. Nobody likes me, everybody keeps yelling slurs at me, and the next race is Japan, which thankfully is a very very gay-friendly country.
But it's not the countries' beliefs I'm worried about. It's the fans. The homophobes. The people who could possibly hurt me there in Japan, which currently is thousands of very angry homophobic tifosi fans.
I would love to shut these sons of bitches up. But how? I have got the perfect idea.
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Unreliable
Fanfictioncover art by @thatmclarengirlie sub-categories: action, drama, romance, thriller book slogan: DON'T TRUST ANYONE. unreliable adjective not able to be relied upon. Charles Leclerc, a Monegasque racing driver meets Courtney Wright, a British actress a...