The court hearing in Aisha's case leaned toward Kairo from the very first session itself. She couldn't submit any proper proof against him, and whatever evidence she claimed to have was questionable enough to be sent for thorough verification. The prosecution team requested re-examination of the materials she had presented, suspecting them to be false.
The judge announced the next date after two weeks for the final judgment.
It was only the first hearing, but for Kairo and his team, it felt like the first solid step toward clearing his name. They exchanged small, satisfied smiles. Not victory yet, but a strong beginning.
Across the courtroom, Aisha glared at him.
Kairo didn't even spare her a glance.
Sara and Zayn were waiting inside the car. Kairo had refused to take Zayn inside, not wanting his son dragged into unnecessary media attention. After the hearing ended, Aisha walked out first from the other entrance where the media was absent, got into her car, and drove away without looking back.
When Kairo stepped outside, cameras immediately surrounded him. Media people kept capturing his pictures, calling out questions. He ignored them all and walked straight to his car.
As soon as he got in, Sara looked at him with concern. "What happened?" she asked softly.
Kairo smiled and pulled her into a close, heartfelt hug.
"We are on the winning side," he said, his smile widening. "Aisha couldn't prove her lies. The prosecution team has sent whatever false evidence she submitted for re-verification."
Relief spread across Sara's face. She leaned in and kissed his temple. "Thank God it worked in our favour. When is the final verdict date?"
"After two weeks," he replied.
She smiled gently.
He kissed her forehead and rested there for a moment. "Thank you for staying by my side," he whispered.
She smiled softly and shook her head. "Don't say thank you. I know you are innocent."
Something warm flickered in his eyes. He pulled her into another tight hug, holding her.
Then suddenly he stiffened.
"Where is Zayn?"
He pulled back at once, glancing around as though their son might be hiding under the seats.
Sara laughed at his panic. "Dad took him."
Kairo leaned back with a long sigh, already looking defeated. He shook his head. "Dad is really doing this intentionally. At least he should have waited for me. Let me be with my son."
She chuckled and squeezed his arms. "Relax, Kairo. He came to check on us because of all the media outside. But Zayn insisted on going with him, and you know your father. He couldn't resist him."
Kairo frowned slightly. "Still… I missed my baby. He should have waited."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Enough. We have work to handle now. Come on, let's go to the office."
He made a dramatic, disappointed face. She reached up and squeezed his cheeks, teasing him.
He tried to stay grumpy but failed. A smile escaped him. And then, suddenly changing his mood, he grabbed her and squeezed her at all the wrong places just to make her squirm.
"Kairo!" she gasped, laughing as she tried to push him away.
He held her tighter, both of them giggling and wrestling inside the car like two people who had momentarily forgotten the weight of the day.
Finally, still smiling, they composed themselves and drove toward the office.
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On the other side of the city, Aisha drove furiously into a huge building complex. She parked abruptly, stepped out of the car, and walked aggressively toward the entrance.
"Ma'am, ma'am, wait. Who are you? Where are you going?" a guard stopped her.
Aisha shot him a sharp glare.
The guard quickly recognized her. "What are you doing here, ma'am?"
"I want to meet your boss," she said coldly.
"Why are you here? You can't meet Sir just like that," the security guard said firmly, stepping in her way again.
Aisha's patience snapped like a dry twig.
"Don't mess with me," she hissed. "Go and tell your boss I'm here."
The guard didn't move.
That was enough.
Fury blazing across her face, Aisha brushed past him and strode straight into the building lobby, heels striking the marble floor with sharp, echoing authority.
The receptionist looked up, startled at the sight of her approaching like a storm cloud.
"What do you want, ma'am?" she asked, trying to remain composed though her voice carried a hint of panic.
The guard hurried in behind Aisha. "This woman is asking to meet the sir and isn't listening to me at all. Please inform sir once," he said cautiously.
The receptionist glanced at Aisha, who stood there visibly fuming, and quickly picked up the landline. She dialed the internal number and waited.
"Sir, a lady named Aisha is here asking to meet you," she said carefully.
There was a brief pause.
Then a calm voice replied from the other end, "Send her in."
The receptionist's brows knit together in confusion, but she answered, "Yes, sir."
She placed the receiver down slowly and looked at Aisha. "Sir is in his cabin. Twelfth floor."
Aisha didn't thank her. She shot one long, pointed glare at the guard, as if daring him to stop her again, then turned sharply and walked toward the elevator.
The doors slid open. She stepped inside, jaw tight, eyes burning.
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Aisha stormed into the cabin without knocking.
"Why the fuck didn't you make the evidence look real?" she burst out, her voice sharp with fury.
The man behind the desk slowly turned his chair to face her.
"Mind your language, Aisha," Vector said, his tone calm but edged with steel. "Think before you speak to me."
His composure only fueled her anger.
"You said we would win this case!" she snapped. "Your so-called evidence backfired on me. Do you even know how humiliating it was in court today? I had to leave through the back door just to escape the media!"
Vector watched her quietly, his expression unreadable. His calmness irritated her even more.
"How can you sit there so relaxed?" she demanded. "The evidence has been sent for re-verification. Remember, if I get exposed, I won't go down alone. I'll expose you too."
The threat hung heavily in the air.
Vector held her gaze for a long moment, silent and steady. Then he sighed, rose from his chair, and walked around the desk toward her.
He stopped just inches away.
Aisha didn't step back. Her eyes burned with anger. His gaze moved over her face, studying the storm in her expression.
Suddenly, he slipped his hand inside her top, gripping the fabric of her cleavage and tugging her flush against him. Before she could process it, his lips claimed hers, fierce and urgent. Aisha gasped at the suddenness, her fingers instinctively clutching his shirt, but the shock dissolved just as quickly. She melted into him, arms circling around his neck, kissing him back with the same intensity, surrendering completely to the heat of his embrace.
After what felt like a long, breathless tangle of lips and whispered sighs, Vector finally pulled back. His palms cradled her cheeks, thumbs brushing softly over her flushed skin.
"Why are you so scared, darling?" he murmured, his voice low. "You have me backing you. The owner of Vantare. Do you really think I'd let you lose that easily?"
Her anger, sharp and blazing just minutes ago, softened into something fragile. Her defenses lowered as she looked at him.
"I was really scared I'd lose today," she admitted, her voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. "I thought everything we did went in vain… And I was alone there."
Vector's expression shifted. He pulled her closer, his hands sliding on her hips, holding her firmly against him.
"Don't worry," he said, his tone husky but controlled. "Everything is under control. We will win. This is temporary. I have bigger surprises waiting for them."
She searched his face. "You're sure?"
A slow, confident smirk curved his lips. "Trust me."
Her shoulders relaxed, tension finally slipping away. "Then what's next? What do I have to do?"
Vector's gaze darkened slightly. He guided her hand down, his smirk deepening as her breath hitched at the bold gesture. For a second, she stared at him, startled, then her lips curved into a knowing smile.
"Strip, and suck me," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.
She didn't hesitate before stripping herself completely. And the next moment, she unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. Guiding him toward the couch, she made him sit, then knelt before him. Her movements were deliberate, confident.
Vector's breathing turned uneven as pleasure took over, his fingers threading into her hair, gently guiding her rhythm. The cabin remained silent except for their mingled breaths, the outside world completely unaware of the little secret unfolding behind those closed cabin doors.