Rebirth: Love me Again

Chapter 219 The Amber Letter

Sophie could barely contain herself. Her mind was already painting a picture of Cole noticing her, taking her hand as they shared a private moment. Everything was finally falling into place.

But just as the euphoria reached its peak, the butler returned—this time more hesitant, his face pale.

"What now?" Sullivan snapped, irritated by the interruption.

The butler held out another envelope, its stark amber lettering standing in contrast to the gold seal of the last one. "This . . . was also delivered, sir. It bears the insignia of Blackthorn & Kingsley International."

The entire room froze.

Sophia's brow furrowed. "Blackthorn & Kingsley? Aren't they—"

"The most prestigious law firm in the world," Sullivan finished in a tight voice, his face suddenly pale. His hands trembled slightly as he took the envelope, tearing it open with uncharacteristic clumsiness.

The name alone carried weight—Blackthorn & Kingsley International. The untouchable firm that represented kings, global conglomerates, and political titans. Their reputation was unblemished and unreachable, a fortress of power and legal precision that no amount of money alone could buy. Only the elite, the powerful, or the desperate with ironclad evidence could access their services.

Sullivan scanned the letter, his face draining of all color. The paper seemed to tremble in his hands as he read aloud:

"To Mr. Sullivan Rosette, Mrs. Sophia Rosette, and Miss Sophie Rosette,

You are hereby notified of formal legal action initiated on behalf of our client, Ms. Eve Rosette, regarding the matters of defamation and assault."

The room fell into an uneasy silence. Sophie's glee evaporated instantly.

"What?" Sophie stammered. "Defamation? Assault? What is this?"

Sophia flinched, but her temper flared in return. "And what would you have had me do, Sullivan? Let her scream in my face? Let her threaten our daughter in our own home? Is that what you wanted?"

"No!" Sullivan roared. "But you could have just shout at her. Throw insults at her. Anything but physically hurt her! You should have just killed her and burry the evidence. Not slap her and let her walk out free and sue us in return. Do you have any idea what Blackthorn & Kingsley will do to us? They don't lose. They don't negotiate. Once they come after you, it's already over!"

Sophie sank deeper into her chair, her face pale. "Father, I didn't know . . . We didn't think . . ."

Sullivan turned on her with a glare that could freeze a flame. "That's precisely the problem! Neither of you think! You act on your petty emotions, and now we're on this problem!"

He paused, taking a deep, shuddering breath in an attempt to rein in his fury. The air around him seemed to crackle with tension as he smoothed a hand over his hair and straightened his coat.

When he spoke again, his voice was quieter, colder—more dangerous than ever.

"Listen to me carefully. From this moment on, you will do nothing. No calls. No meetings. No confrontations. You will not so much as breathe in Eve's direction." His gaze bored into Sophia and Sophie, pinning them in place. "Do you understand me?"

Sophia swallowed hard, her bravado now gone. "Yes."

Sophie only nodded, unable to meet her father's eyes.

"I don't know how Eve managed to get Blackthorn & Kingsley to represent her," Sullivan muttered, more to himself now as he paced the room like a caged animal, "but I will find out. And when I do, I'll put an end to this."

He stopped abruptly, turning to face his family one last time, his expression grave. "Do not interfere. I'll handle this."

The room fell silent. The weight of Sullivan's words pressed down on them like an invisible hand, choking out any lingering defiance. Sophia and Sophie remained seated, their earlier triumph now a distant memory, replaced by dread.

The grandeur of the dining room now seemed oppressive, suffocating. The golden light from the chandelier above cast harsh shadows across their faces, reflecting the cracks in their once-perfect plans.

Eve had struck back. And this time, she hadn't just played their game—she'd shattered the board. Your next journey awaits at empire