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Liana PovThe city had an almost mocking calm that morning. The streets moved as usual, the sky painted in shades of pale blue and gold, but inside my apartment, the tension was electric. Marcus Delgado’s empire was teetering, and the next moves we made could either finalize his downfall or give him just enough room to claw back.I sat at the dining table, surrounded by stacks of files, laptop screens glowing with email chains, fCHAPTER 80 Liana PovThe courthouse was buzzing with an unusual energy that morning, a mixture of triumph and apprehension. The official paperwork for Marcus Delgado’s arrest had been processed overnight, and agents were coordinating to ensure everything went smoothly. The man who had terrorized colleagues, manipulated clients, and threatened anyone in his way was finally being held accountable.Ethan and I arrived early, slipping through the side entrance to avoid the press frenzy. I could feel my pulse racing—not from fear this time, but from the weight of the moment. After months of strategizing, sleepless nights, and tense confrontations, this chapter of our lives was finally coming to a close.“He’s really going to be gone,” I whispered, almost to myself, as we approached the holding area.Ethan glanced at me, his eyes steady. “Yes. And we’ll make sure he stays gone. For good.”I nodded, taking a deep br
CHAPTER 79 Liana PovThe next morning, the city seemed quieter than usual, almost holding its breath, as if aware of the climax we were approaching. The court had scheduled a pre-trial hearing for Marcus Delgado, and every detail we had prepared—the evidence, the witness testimonies, the media coordination—was about to be scrutinized under the public eye.Ethan arrived at my apartment before dawn. I was already awake, sifting through documents, double-checking every fact, every email chain, every bank record. My fingers felt stiff from the hours of typing and highlighting, but I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when Marcus Delgado’s empire of lies was finally unraveling.“You’ve been at it for hours,” Ethan remarked, concern threading his voice as he entered, carrying a briefcase and coffee. “You need to eat something before the court. Focus is useless on an empty stomach.”I managed a small smile. “I’m fine. Just… making
CHAPTER 78 Liana PovThe morning air outside my apartment felt heavier than usual, thick with tension I couldn’t shake. Marcus Delgado had been cornered, but cornered predators were unpredictable. I knew he could strike at any moment—and this time, he might aim for maximum chaos.Ethan arrived before I could finish breakfast, his brow furrowed, coffee in hand. “Morning,” he said without ceremony. “We’ve got a situation. Marcus is attempting a public statement—press conference downtown. NBI thinks it’s his final attempt to sway public opinion before the trial.”I froze. “A press conference? He could spin lies, twist facts… damage everything we’ve worked for.”Ethan nodded. “Exactly. And he’s counting on the media frenzy to distract investigators. But we’ve got a plan. We coordinate with NBI and the press corps. Preemptive statements, verified evidence, and tight security. Nothing slips through.”I took a
CHAPTER 77 Liana PovThe city felt heavier that morning, as if it knew what was coming. I could sense it in the stillness of the air, the way the wind shifted through the streets, and the muted hum of traffic outside my apartment window. Marcus Delgado was cornered, but cornered predators were the most dangerous kind.Ethan arrived earlier than usual, his presence calm but purposeful. He didn’t speak at first, only setting a stack of files on the kitchen table. I followed him, coffee in hand, trying to match his focus.“Morning,” he said, finally. “We’ve got a situation.”I raised an eyebrow. “Situation? You mean Marcus?”He nodded. “Exactly. He’s not going quietly. Rumors are flying that he’s trying to manipulate a key witness outside official channels. Someone he believes we can’t protect.”I froze for a moment, the weight of the words settling. “Outside the NBI’s reach?”“Poten
CHAPTER 76 Liana PovThe courthouse was buzzing before I even stepped inside. Cameras flashed, reporters whispered, and the tension was thick enough to taste. Marcus Delgado’s name had dominated the news cycle for days, and now the public and media presence made the stakes feel almost surreal.Ethan walked beside me, his presence steady, grounding. His hand brushed mine as we approached the main doors—brief, unintentional, yet electric. I didn’t react outwardly, but my chest tightened. Focus, I reminded myself. Focus.Inside, the courtroom smelled faintly of polished wood and nervous anticipation. Marcus sat at the defense table, impeccably dressed, though the sharp lines of his suit couldn’t mask the tension in his eyes. He scanned the room like a predator, aware, calculating.I took a deep breath and whispered to Ethan, “Stay close.”He gave me a small nod, his hand lingering near mine. “Always.”
CHAPTER 75 Liana PovThe city had an almost mocking calm that morning. The streets moved as usual, the sky painted in shades of pale blue and gold, but inside my apartment, the tension was electric. Marcus Delgado’s empire was teetering, and the next moves we made could either finalize his downfall or give him just enough room to claw back.I sat at the dining table, surrounded by stacks of files, laptop screens glowing with email chains, financial statements, and witness statements. Ethan was beside me, leaning over my shoulder, scrolling through a particularly dense spreadsheet.“Look here,” he said, pointing at a series of transactions. “Marcus attempted to move funds through a third-party account last night. If this succeeds, he could claim financial irregularities were due to external mismanagement, not him.”I frowned. “Then we need to lock it down immediately. Trace every account, every wire transfer, ever







