My Two Billionaire Husbands: A Plan for Revenge-Chapter 279: Justice

A week had crawled by, thick with anticipation and unrest. Richard Cross had undergone every medical test the doctors insisted upon—and passed them all with flawless precision, as if sheer willpower refused to let him break down while the storm still raged.

He was discharged from the hospital just after lunch. And the moment his polished shoes touched the interior of his waiting car, the businessman in him snapped back to life, colder and more calculated than ever.

"Let’s pay a visit to an old friend," Richard commanded his driver, his tone razor-sharp.

Despite his confinement, Richard hadn’t wasted a single hour. Every waking moment in that sterile hospital room had been spent pulling strings, making calls, and shaking the very foundations of the judicial system. His mission had been clear: force the corrupt judge who handled Cammy’s divorce to confess to his crimes and expose Duncan’s twisted web of deceit.

His phone rang, slicing through the heavy silence inside the car. The name flashing on the screen made his eyes narrow with focus. He answered without hesitation.

"Are you on your way?" Richard asked immediately. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

["I’m already here. Parked a block away from the place. Just waiting on you,"] Greg’s voice responded through the line—tense, low, and brimming with restrained fury.

Richard’s eyes darkened with a glint of determination. "Have you told Cammy yet?"

["Not yet,"] Greg answered with a heavy sigh. ["Her body is healing, but she’s still fragile. If she hears the whole truth now, she might break... and I can’t risk her bleeding again. Not with the baby. I need to protect them both."]

Richard leaned back, silent for a moment, understanding more than he cared to admit.

"I get it," he said softly, then cleared his throat. "We’re almost there. See you in a few."

He ended the call and turned to the front. His jaw tightened, voice clipped as he gave the next order:

"Step on the gas. I want this finished before the sun goes down."

The driver nodded and accelerated, the engine roaring to life as they sped toward the place where secrets would be unearthed and justice would finally begin to crack through the rot.

Today, they weren’t just knocking on doors.

They were breaking them down.

The tension was thick in the air as Richard Cross and Greg stepped out of their car and stood before the towering wrought-iron gates of Judge John Baker’s estate. Their presence was not subtle—flanked on both sides by their attorneys, Attorney Crawford and Attorney Perez, and a silent army of sharply dressed men in black suits. Nearly fifty of them.

The maid, trembling as she peeked out, hesitated for a split second before unlocking the gate. She knew trouble when she saw it.

Inside, the driveway was already crowded with expensive cars—an odd contrast to the storm brewing beyond the front door. But Richard and Greg didn’t bother with pleasantries. They pushed past the maid and stormed straight to the main house. The heavy wooden door flew open without so much as a knock.

They didn’t need an invitation.

Inside the grand dining room, Judge John Baker sat surrounded by high-ranking staff and executives. The table was littered with spreadsheets, financial reports, and frantic calculations. It was chaos masked as strategy—an empire on the brink of collapse.

The men in the room were too deep in crisis to notice the storm that had just entered.

"Looks like someone’s drowning," Richard announced, his voice like a gunshot cracking through glass.

Every head turned. Panic registered instantly.

"Richard..." Judge Baker stammered as he stood, his face drained of color. Then, to everyone’s shock, the judge dropped to his knees before Richard and Greg—clutching at Richard’s leg with desperation.

"Please... I beg you..."

Richard recoiled in disgust, jerking his leg away.

"Don’t you dare touch me, you bastard!" he hissed. "You tampered with my daughter-in-law’s life. Now what? Gonna cry your way out of it?"

"I-I didn’t know she was family," the judge sputtered. "I swear to God, I didn’t know—"

*THUD*

Richard’s foot slammed into the judge’s chest, sending him sprawling across the marble floor. Gasps filled the room.

"I didn’t come here for your pathetic apologies," Richard thundered. "I came for justice. Reverse the verdict. Now!"

The judge scrambled back to his knees, coughing, desperate.

"Richard, please! If I do that now, it’ll destroy everything—my seat on the bench, my businesses. Please, let me fix it a different way. I’ll step down. I’ll resign quietly. And I’ll hand you every document, every shred of evidence that proves Duncan faked it all.

I’m also the one presiding over the kidnapping case—I’ll recuse myself, hand over all the details. I swear, I’ll do everything I can to clear her name. Just... don’t ruin me completely.

My family, my employees, and their families don’t deserve that. Please have pity on them if not for me. I have thousands of employees who will lose their jobs."

Richard’s nostrils flared, fury burning behind his eyes. "How dare you ask for mercy while still bargaining for your money and reputation?" He took a step forward, ready to land another blow—

But Greg caught his arm.

"Wait. He is right. A lot will be affected if we expose him now. I have a better and useful idea that would benefit us more," he said, locking eyes with the judge. "If you give us everything—proof that Duncan’s evidence was fabricated—will it undo the charges? Will Cammy’s name be cleared completely?"

The judge nodded so fast it looked frantic. "Yes! Yes, everything will be reversed. Once it’s proven Duncan lied and I admit to being misled, all the allegations collapse. Even the custody and kidnapping case—gone."

Greg’s voice dropped to a cold whisper. "Then understand this: If we allow you to crawl out of this with your companies and family intact, you belong to us now. If we call, you answer. If we ask, you deliver. Your debt to us won’t end until we say so. Is that clear?"

Judge Baker trembled as he placed a shaking hand on his chest. "Yes... anything. I’ll serve you till my last breath. Just let me keep what little I have left."

Richard didn’t hesitate.

"Deal," he said flatly. Then turned to his lawyers. "Atty. Crawford. Atty. Perez. Work with that shameless man. My men will stay behind. If he so much as delays, make sure he bleeds for it."

Both lawyers bowed their heads slightly. "Understood, Sir."

Without another word, Richard and Greg turned and walked out of the mansion, their footsteps echoing across the floor like the tolling of judgment.

Behind them, the suited men fanned out, and the once-mighty judge was now nothing more than a cornered animal surrounded by wolves.

Justice wasn’t just coming.

It had arrived.