Marrying the son of Asraf 2

🪷Seventy🪷

The Fraud Trial...

The courtroom buzzed with anticipation as reporters filled the seats and whispers echoed in the air. The case had taken a dramatic turn, now about far more than financial fraud—it was about power, revenge, and deep betrayals.

Khalil sat quietly, his hand tightly gripping the arm chair, trying to keep his composure. Beside him Summayyah stood tall, her posture unwavering as she prepared for the battle ahead. Across the room, Maryam sat with her new lawyer, an imposing Igbo man named Chief Ifeanyi, whose sharp, confident gaze was fixed on Khalil and Summayyah, as if already planning his next move.

Seated in the public gallery, was his family with hope that Khalil will finally get his company back and his life would be better than it used to be, but deep within the crowd, Aisha was trembling, she knows today is the day, the day Summayyah with toast her alive especially after she called her few days ago to have a word with her concerning Khalil's accident and how related she is with Maryam and what they might be planning on but as Aisha still fears, she can not stop hating on Summayyah. She hated her guts so much and wished, she could kill her if that's the only way she would be out of their life, especially of Khalil's.

__Summayyah sat on the edge of the bed, the evening light casting an orange hue over the room. Her phone was in her hand, thumb hovering over a contact she hadn't dialed in months.

Aisha.

She never really cared to have her number except after asking Faisal. It was strange but he didn't ask any questions before sending the number to her. Her fingers finally moved. One ring. Two. Then—

"Hello?"

The voice was cautious but sharp, like a knife held behind the back.

Summayyah kept her tone even. "It's Summayyah."

A pause. Then a scoff. "Wow. The lawyer girl."

"I called to ask about Khalil's accident," Summayyah said, ignoring the venom. "I heard you were there. I'd like to know what really happened."

Aisha let out a bitter laugh. "You're really calling me to dig up old wounds? Or is this about your desperate attempt to win a case?"

"I'm doing my job," Summayyah replied simply.

There was Silence, then Aisha said, "Why don't you ask your dear Khalil? Oh wait, you think you know everything. Let me remind you, he moved on. He married me. He built a life with me while you were off playing independent."

Summayyah's grip on the phone remained steady. "That's not what I called for."

"But that's the truth," Aisha spat. "And just so you know. I have a child for him. His blood runs in my child's veins. What do you have? A memory?"

Summayyah closed her eyes briefly. She didn't flinch. Didn't break. Aisha is just jealous, she could feel it. She opened them slowly, her voice still calm. "Then if you're called as a witness, you'll come, right?"

"Witness?" Aisha asked, suspicion rising in her voice.

"Yes," Summayyah said. "To testify on what you saw the day of the accident, and about your relationship with Maryam."

"I have nothing to do with her," Aisha hissed. "She's manipulative, a snake. We were never friends. I tolerated her for Khalil's sake, but even that had limits."

Summayyah nodded to herself. "Then you'll tell the truth in court?"

Aisha didn't answer. "If you lie, Aisha," Summayyah added gently, "it's a criminal offense. False testimony could cost you more than your pride."