Sweet Revenge novel Chapter 34

When the day of court came I decided not to go. My real identity as Samantha Peterson was going to be used and afterall, what I did wasn't exactly legal, so I didn't want to risk it.

For all the court knew, I was two different people.

Instead, I arranged for my lawyer to be present in absence of Samantha, and Alexander and his lawyer, was present for Victoria and Quinton.

Quinton was slowly recovering in the hospital. It had been a few days and he would be let out any day now.

Despite being worried about his condition, his question still stuck to me from the first night I visited him.

Did he now call me Samantha or Victoria?

Truth be told, I didn't know who I was now.

Samantha was the old me. The scared, gullible little girl.

Victoria was the vengeance seeking me. The cold, unhappy girl.

Who I wanted to be, I had no clue.

However I think I had a rough idea.

Afterall I was named Samantha at birth. Victoria was just a facade. I didn't have to be the same Samantha, of course not. But I would dispose of my identity as Victoria and honor the name my parents gave me.

Before I could think to much about it, the familiar tone of my phone rang out loudly and I pulled it out of my back pocket.

Seeing Alexander's name on the screen, I quickly swiped the screen and placed the phone against my ear.

"Is it over?" I asked without a greeting.

"It is," Alexanders low voice replied.

I sat in the passenger seat of Alexander's car and watched as he suddenly appeared out of the court building.

He glanced around the cars and once it landed on his, he tugged onto his suit and walked down the stairs, meanwhile slipping his phone back into his pocket.

Appearing near the drivers seat, he opened the door and swiftly slipped in.

He didn't look at me and stared straight ahead.

"So?" I asked anxiously, "-what happened?"

Alexander lightly tapped onto his steering wheel, and suddenly a grin spread across his face.

He lowly chuckled and leaned back with a smug look.

"They weren't given the possibility of parole. Since the death penalty, unfortunately, wasn't in the picture, the court settled for life time in prison," Alexander explained and suddenly a wide smile spread across my face.

This was the day I had been waiting for.

"However, Maxwell has it differently," Alexander said slowly and my smile faltered.

"You wouldn't believe it, but there was a confession. Since Marcus was the one who shot Mr Peterson, and Catelyn's blade was the cause of Mrs Petersons death and Maxwell was simply apart of the robbery, but in no way associated with the two deaths, he was granted twenty years in prison and six months of parole."

After his explanation, I looked at him in disbelief.

"In no way associated with the two deaths? He was the one who had the gun! He pulled it out!" I tried to reason and Alexander spoke in a calm voice.

"Your lawyer mentioned that. However Maxwell didn't use any of the weapons. But Samantha," Alexander suddenly sighed.

"-thats beside the point. The point is, their in prison. They're out of our lives. No more revenge, no more fake identity. You can live your life how you want, where you want and with whom you want," Alexander explained as his head faced mine, his dark eyes peering into mine.

I took in all of his words. He was right. I should be happy.

All this time I hadn't realised that without Alexander or Quinton, I wouldn't have done it.

"However I want?" I asked in a quiet voice and Alexander grinned in confirmation.

My eyes trailed down to his lips and I couldn't help but smirk in mischeif. Now that Marcus was gone, I could do as I please.

Without a second thought, I grabbed Alexander's shirt and yanked him towards myself, pressing my lips to his.

Looks like no matter what, there would always be a Victoria to me.

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After spending a few more minutes in the parking lot, Alexander and I finally left.

During our ride back home, we recieved a call from the hospital mentioning Quinton was now stable and safe to leave the hospital grounds.

So instead of continuing the route home, we took a few turns, and made our way towards the hospital.

Once we got there, we went straight up to Quinton's room.

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