MasukVictor was released on bail the evening before the board meeting. The conditions were simple. He surrendered his passport, wore a black tracking monitor around his ankle, and was legally banned from leaving the city or contacting a single witness.Beatrice’s terms were exactly the same, with one extra detail from the judge: they were confined to the estate. To make sure they stayed there, Julian put armed guards at every exit. The family home had officially become a luxury prison.The board met the next morning. When the doors opened, Julian walked straight to the head of the table and sat down. Nobody challenged him. Nobody even said good morning.Charles moved down the line, placing a thick folder in front of every director. Inside were the offshore bank records, Henderson’s signed confession, and the court's official findings on Isabella. For the next ten minutes, the only sound in the room was the heavy, scraping noise of paper turning."Some of you voted to kick me out because y
Long time no see, sis."Eva stopped at the end of the defense table, close enough for Sophie to see the stitches beneath the gauze covering her cheek."You look terrible," Sophie said. The words came out smaller than she had intended.Eva pulled out the defense chair. "Mind if I sit?"Sophie nodded. A guard standing near the door glanced in their direction before looking away, seemingly deciding not to interrupt.For a while, neither of them spoke.Sophie turned the cuff of her navy sleeve between her fingers. She had rehearsed a hundred different speeches in her cell, some cruel, others pleading, but now that she was sitting in front of her, she couldn't remember a single one."I know you hated me, Sophie, but you shouldn't have dragged my husband into this," Eva finally said. "You made me doubt him." She paused, her expression hardening. "And now, I'm going to make sure you pay for what you did."Sophie's throat tightened. She had prepared herself for shouting, accusations and perha
The courtroom was fuller than it had been the last time Sophie stood in it.She sat beside Andrea at the defense table, dressed in a plain navy dress, her hands folded tightly in her lap. Today's hearing concerned her pregnancy claim and the disputed paternity results. Every seat in the gallery was occupied, and several reporters had notebooks open on their laps.Charles rose first."Your Honor, since the last hearing, the prosecution and the plaintiff have received new information regarding the original laboratory results submitted in this case." He lifted a thin folder. "A technician at the facility, Ms. Priya Nair, has come forward with a sworn statement and the original, unaltered laboratory report."Sophie felt Andrea stiffen beside her."The original result was negative," Charles continued. "The positive result submitted to this court was entered afterward, following a payment. We also have the bank records tracing that payment to its source."A murmur swept through the gallery.
Julian returned to the estate shortly after nine. The police had finished questioning the staff, and the house was quieter than he had ever heard it.As he climbed the stairs, he noticed Beatrice's bedroom door standing open.She sat at her dressing table, still wearing her coat. Her jewellery box was open before her, but she wasn't wearing anything. She seemed to had been staring into it for hours.“Is Eva all right?” she asked without turning around.“She’s staying at the hospital tonight,” Julian replied, his voice flat. “The baby is fine too.”She released a long, heavy breath. Julian waited until she finally looked up and met his eyes in the mirror.“Grandmother told me to ask you something,” he said as he stepped into the room. “She wanted to know why you still keep my mother's car keys in your jewellery box.”Beatrice didn't offer an excuse or even flinch. She slowly reached into the box, lifted out the small top tray of earrings, and revealed a heavy ring of keys hidden undern
Julian made it back to the hospital before Eva had even finished her first scan, exactly as he had promised her he would.He stood in the sterile corridor outside the examination room with his jacket still creased from the biting wind of the airfield, while Leo, who hadn't moved from his post beside the door in three hours, gave him a small, reassuring nod."She's fine," Leo said quietly, breaking the heavy silence of the hallway. "They're almost done with the ultrasound."Julian leaned heavily against the wall and pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, trying to block out the world. His grandmother's voice was still echoing clearly inside his head, sounding entirely calm and detached, saying I made a decision as if she were casually discussing a minor change to a dinner reservation rather than the destruction of their family.The heavy door clicked open and a nurse stepped out into the hallway, gesturing warmly for him to come inside.Eva lay on the hospital bed with a thin
Isabella set the cup down deliberately. "I know what I've done."She spoke slowly, maintaining direct eye contact. "I won't pretend otherwise. You’ve clearly seen the offshore bank records, and I’m told Henderson is already talking to the authorities. There isn’t much point in lying anymore."Julian felt the air leave his chest. It was one thing to follow a paper trail of corruption, but it was entirely another to hear her confess to it so calmly, right to his face."Why?" Lucien asked, his voice cracking slightly despite his effort to keep it steady. "Don't give us the speech about protecting the family legacy. What was the real reason?"Isabella remained quiet for a long moment, the wind howling outside the hangar walls. When she finally spoke, her voice sounded thinner, stripped of its usual authority."I started taking from the company when your grandfather was still alive," she confessed, staring at the steam rising from her tea. "Small amounts at first. He was a generous, trusti







