“She Thought It Was Just a Deal — Until Bethany’s Secret Came Out 😳💔”

 “She Thought It Was Just a Deal — Until Bethany’s Secret Came Out 😳💔”

BETHANY’S BIG OFFER COMES WITH A BIGGER SECRET 😳💼

The late afternoon sun poured through the glass walls of Kingsley Law Associates, painting golden streaks on the marble floor. Natasha adjusted her blazer, clutching her case file as she walked toward the private meeting room.

Inside, Bethany sat poised — confident, composed, and wrapped in luxury. A diamond bracelet caught the light as she raised her coffee cup.

“Natasha,” Bethany smiled, her tone smooth, “thank you for meeting me on such short notice.”

“You said it was urgent,” Natasha replied, setting down her folder. “So, what’s this about?”

Bethany leaned back, eyes glinting. “It’s about opportunity — for both of us.”

The Offer

Natasha remained silent as Bethany opened a sleek black folder and slid it across the table. Inside was a contract and a check — freshly written, $15,000.

“You want me to represent you,” Natasha said, scanning the paper, “but this isn’t a standard retainer agreement.”

Bethany’s smile widened. “That’s because this isn’t a standard case. I need an attorney who doesn’t ask too many questions.”

Natasha raised a brow. “That’s not how I work.”

Bethany chuckled softly. “Oh, come on. Every lawyer bends the rules once in a while. And I’m willing to pay for your... discretion.”

“Discretion about what?” Natasha asked, her voice low but steady.

Bethany leaned forward. “About Greg.”

Natasha froze. “Greg Simmons? The same Greg who’s suing you for fraud?”

Bethany nodded slowly. “Yes. I want this lawsuit to disappear. Quietly.”

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A Dangerous Deal

“Bethany,” Natasha began, “you can’t buy legal outcomes. That’s unethical — and illegal.”

Bethany laughed, a sound too calm for comfort. “I’m not asking you to do anything illegal. I’m asking you to strategically represent me — in a way that ensures Greg never steps foot in that courtroom again.”

Natasha stared at her. “You mean silence him?”

“Call it... negotiation,” Bethany said, sliding the check closer. “$15,000 upfront. Another $30,000 when it’s done.”

Natasha exhaled slowly. “Why me? You could have any top firm handle this.”

Bethany’s expression hardened. “Because you’re not just any lawyer. You’re smart, underestimated, and you used to work with Greg.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed. “You did your homework.”

“Of course,” Bethany said smoothly. “I know everything about you. Which means I know you could use the money… and the reputation boost.”

Natasha’s jaw clenched. She had bills, rent overdue, and a firm that barely believed in her. $15,000 could change everything. But something about Bethany’s calm confidence didn’t sit right.

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The Secret

That night, Natasha sat in her apartment, staring at the contract. Her instincts screamed that something was wrong.

She opened her laptop and began digging — public records, court filings, and financial statements.

Within an hour, she found it. A hidden trail of wire transfers. One from Bethany’s company... to Greg’s offshore account.

“Wait,” she whispered, scrolling. “Bethany’s paying Greg?”

The realization hit like a storm. Greg wasn’t her enemy — he was her partner. The lawsuit was fake. A setup.

Bethany didn’t want Natasha as a lawyer — she wanted her as a scapegoat.

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The Confrontation

The next morning, Natasha returned to Bethany’s office, calm and prepared.

Bethany greeted her with the same icy smile. “I assume you’ve made up your mind.”

“I have,” Natasha said, taking a seat. “But before I sign, I want full transparency.”

“Transparency?” Bethany smirked. “You’re learning fast.”

“I just don’t want surprises,” Natasha said. “Especially since Greg already got paid.”

Bethany’s smile faltered. “What did you just say?”

“$45,000 transferred last week to his offshore account in the Caymans,” Natasha continued smoothly. “You two staged this lawsuit to clean money through your company.”

Bethany’s eyes hardened. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Actually,” Natasha interrupted, “I do. And I’ve already sent the proof to the District Attorney’s office.”

Bethany went pale. “You— you set me up?”

Natasha stood. “No, Bethany. You set yourself up. I just made sure the truth came out.”

Bethany’s mask cracked, fury flashing in her eyes. “Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?”

“A woman who thought she could buy silence,” Natasha said, heading for the door. “But I don’t come with a price tag.”

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The Fallout

Two weeks later, the news broke.

> “Businesswoman Bethany Cross Arrested in Fraud and Bribery Scandal.”

“Lawyer Natasha Vance Exposes $1.2 Million Money Laundering Scheme.”

Natasha sat in her office as reporters gathered outside. She turned off her phone and stared out the window, the city lights reflecting in her eyes.

Her assistant peeked in. “Natasha, the press wants a statement.”

Natasha smiled faintly. “Tell them the truth always pays better than any deal.”

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Epilogue

Later that evening, as she walked through the quiet streets, Natasha replayed Bethany’s words in her head — “Every lawyer bends the rules once in a while.”

She’d proved that wasn’t true. But deep down, she knew something darker.

Bethany had resources. Connections. And enemies who didn’t forgive easily.

Her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number appeared:

> “Nice move, Natasha. But the game isn’t over.”

Natasha’s smile faded. She pocketed her phone, straightened her coat, and walked on.

She’d won this round — but in Bethany’s world, secrets never stayed buried for long.