Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 421: Face to face with his victims.

Edward was not joking around when he said that he had brought the evidence against Dickson with him. Apart from the photos in the folder and medical reports of the women after the assaults the women were personally on ground, in the tower.

Alfie his secretary led in a sizeable number of women at that precise moment, her had been standing by the doors waiting for as signal from his boss. The women had been brought in during the party and grandma Saxon had allowed then to stay despite not knowing why they were there.

These were all the women that were willing to speak up without fear, not afraid of the consequences. They had all accepted a payoff from Edward his promise of protection from harm. For years they had held back their anger because they could not fight against a Saxon.

Not all of them were angry simply because they had been molested, some were angry because he had not gone through with his promise of marrying them like he had promised. Others had only received half of the payment that they had agreed upon before he violated their bodies, and they had not consented to having their bodies branded with Dickson’s initials.

They had not expected the cruelty with each he treated them, the pain if being branded by blades or the mental torture which followed after as they relieved what he had done to them over and over.

Those that he had taken using force were even more angry than the ones that had consented, they wished to tear him to pieces.

"Show them your backs." Alfie told the women.

All of the women turned around, some were quick, and others were slow. The marks on their upper backs were the same, initials of D.S had been curved in like a permanent stamp. The initials had faded for some and for others, they were still fresh, as fresh as the previous week.

It created the desired effect that Edward wanted, gasps all around and looks of horror from both the Saxon’s and Mayfair’s. They could not look at Dickson in the same way anymore.

[Some serial killers brand their victims; he is just one step away. One of these days he will take things too far and then the Saxons will be the first founding family to produce a serial rapist and killer.]

A lot of people gasped again. Rufus’ lungs seized up for a moment, an angry expression laced his eyes, he stared at the women. The impact of the accusations being levied against Dickson were heavy enough to bring down the Saxon empire. Once the name was ruined, there was no saving it.

"Edward are you certain about what you are alleging. I need you to be one hundred percent sure about this before we take any steps because the consequences...My God!" He placed a hand to his tightening chest.

Grandma Saxon handed him a glass of water and a pill to protect his heart.

"Calm down." she said.

His children that were worried also moved their eyes around nervously, not forgetting to glare at Margaret and Dickson. She was whispering frantically into Dickson’s ears, and he was shaking his head.

Her phone was in her hand, if anybody had to guess, she was about to contact a lawyer because Dickson’s troubles were far beyond what anyone knew previously.

They all waited for a moment until Rufus had finished a glass of water to pick up where they had left off.

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Edward let out a low sigh, part of him regretted putting old man Rufus through this but Dickson had to be stopped. "Uncle Rufus, you can ask that monster let him tell you what he did to these innocent girls! If not, the girls will start to talk after all they are here present with us and they can describe detail for detail what he did to them." His hand clutched on the papers that he was holding.

"Innocent!" Margaret snorted. As far as she could see, they were all a bunch of whores that had been looking to climb up the social ladder. She looked at them with contempt.

Dickson had a blank expression on his face, his eyes kept roaming from one girl to another and in all honesty, he did not remember any of them and he was unwilling to admit what he had done to them.

They were poor bitches that should be thanking their Gods that a man of his caliber had slept with them. As for the branding on their backs, he simply wanted them to remember it all their lives.

"This is a set up grandpa, the Mayfair’s have a clear vendetta against me, so they are setting me up. I do not know any of these women." He waved his hand in denial, pulling his eyes away from the girls that sneered collectively. "Which Saxon man has not fought off his fair share of gold diggers with fake stories about a nonexistent relationship?"

One took one step forward. "You are such a dick; your mother knew that when she gave you that name. Do you not recall when you commanded me to call you a beast master in bed? Or when you roughed me up as I cried and begged you to stop hurting me? Do you not recall all that? Maybe this will remind you." With all rough pull, she yanked up her skirt. "You did not just brand my back; you burned me with very hot candle wax that left a mark on me."

Another woman lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach. "How dare you deny doing this to any of us? You said that you were branding me because I was your wife to be." Another girl lamented.

"Me too." another said.

"And me."

"Looks like we were just prey." Commented another.

The accusations went around from one woman to another, they shared all the things he had promised them while he was hurting them.

"Goodness me! Why did you let him do such a thing to you?" Grandma Mayfair asked.

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"He takes you against your will and drugs you. When you wake up you are tied up. He makes you watch as her passes the knife through flames and urges you to scream as loud as you can while he laughs cruelly telling you how you will never forget him." One explained.

Another added, "After all that, he promises to take care of you for the rest of your life. He claims that he has branded you because you are his woman and then disappears from your life. Only the memories of him burning your body with candle wax remain. You cannot report him anywhere after all he is a Saxon, and I know this because I tried and failed." The girl sniveled.

Dickson smacked the table with a crutch. "Grandpa it is not true, whatever I did with those girls was consensual. All that these sluts want is money, just give them more from the treasury to shut them up."

Everyone could not believe what they were hearing, Dickson seemed not to understand the gravity of the situation.

Neither did his mother who snapped her fingers. "You cannot condemn my son for how he chooses to get sexual pleasure, those girls knew deep down that Dickson could not marry them. My son is a Saxon, they are nobody and yet despite this they went ahead to play with him. They were already paid for their services, and I see nothing wrong with what he did."

Margaret crossed one leg over the other, her careless words had the room erupt in noise.