FAZER LOGINJudge Hendricks looked unmoved by both arguments. "Let's proceed with evidence. Ms. Chen, call your first witness.""The defense calls Thomas Sullivan to the stand."Maeve's stomach dropped.Her father walked to the witness stand, placed his hand on the Bible, and swore to tell the truth.The irony was almost funny.Patricia began gently. "Mr. Sullivan, can you describe your relationship with your daughter?""I love Maeve more than anything." Thomas's voice was warm, fatherly. "I've spent her entire life trying to protect her, support her, help her overcome her challenges.""What challenges are those?""Maeve has struggled with severe depression since her mother's death when she was twelve. There have been suicide attempts, hospitalizations, periods where she couldn't care for herself." He paused, looking pained. "I blame myself for not recognizing how deeply traumatized she was."Maeve's hands clenched in her lap. Carter placed his hand over hers."And when you learned she was involv
The courthouse looked like a war zone.Barricades held back hundreds of protesters, some holding signs supporting Jade, others defending Carter, a few demanding justice for Maeve. News trucks lined the street three deep. Helicopters circled overhead. Someone had brought a brass band.Maeve sat in the back of Carter's car, watching the chaos through tinted windows."We can use the underground entrance," Marcus said from the front seat. "Avoid the cameras entirely.""No." Maeve's voice was steady. "I'm not hiding anymore."Carter reached for her hand. She let him take it, but didn't look at him. They'd barely spoken since yesterday's interview, communicating through tense text messages and careful distance."You don't have to do this," he said quietly."Yes, I do." She finally met his eyes. "If I hide, they win. Jade, my father, everyone who thinks I'm too fragile or too damaged to stand up for myself."The car pulled to the front entrance. Through the windows, Maeve could see the crowd
"I'm a woman who's made mistakes. Who's struggled with depression and trauma and self-worth. Who fell in love with someone complicated and powerful and imperfect." Maeve's eyes were steady on the camera now. "I'm not a gold-digger. I'm not a helpless victim. I'm not a mental patient or a meme or a think piece. I'm just Maeve. And I'm done apologizing for not fitting into whatever narrative makes everyone else comfortable."Amanda shifted. "There are allegations that you knew about Carter's relationship with Jade, that you participated in isolating her…""I filed a restraining order against someone who tried to have me killed. That's not isolation. That's self-protection.""Jade claims she was acting in self-defense, that Carter's manipulation…""Jade drugged me, had me thrown in a van, and nearly got me killed by hiring someone with a history of violence. There's no version of that story where she's the victim.""And the pregnancy?"Maeve's composure cracked for just a second. "If Jad
The headline appeared at 6 AM."Who Is Maeve Sullivan? The Nobody Who Brought Down a Billionaire"By the time Maeve woke up in the safe house, her face was on the cover of three tabloids, two legitimate newspapers, and trending on every social media platform.She scrolled through her phone with numb fingers, watching her life get dissected by strangers.The Daily Observer had published her financial records, every overdraft, every missed payment, every student loan she'd defaulted on. They'd traced her work history back to high school, painting a picture of instability and failure."Sullivan has never held a job for more than six months. No college degree, no professional accomplishments, no assets to her name before meeting Montgomery."The Post was worse. They'd somehow obtained her medical records from rehab."Sources confirm Sullivan was institutionalized at age nineteen following a suicide attempt. She spent three months in psychiatric care and has been in therapy ever since. Que
The revelation hung in the air like smoke.Carter's voice was dangerously quiet. "How do you know about that?""I was the one who delivered the check." Cameron's smile was bitter. "Father didn't trust you to handle it yourself. Said you'd probably beg her to stay, show weakness. So he sent me instead." He took another drink. "She cried when she signed the papers. Said she loved you but couldn't save you from yourself.""That's enough!" Eleanor's voice cracked like thunder. "Cameron, leave. Now.""Why? We're finally having an honest conversation. Let's keep going." Cameron's eyes were wild now, years of repressed rage bubbling to the surface. "Should we talk about Father's other crimes? The women he assaulted? The employees he blackmailed? The deals he made with the Russian mob?"Eleanor moved fast, slapping Cameron hard across the face. The sound echoed in the silence."You will not speak of your father that way."Cameron touched his reddening cheek, laughing softly. "There it is. The
The call came at midnight.Carter was still in his office, surrounded by forensic reports and legal documents, when his phone lit up with a name he hadn't seen in months.Mother.He almost didn't answer."Eleanor." He kept his voice neutral."I'm at the penthouse." His mother's tone could have frozen vodka. "We need to talk. Now.""It's midnight. Can't this wait until…""I flew twelve hours from Monaco to clean up your mess. The least you can do is meet me in your own home."The line went dead.Carter closed his laptop, a headache blooming behind his eyes. Of course Eleanor Langston had returned now, when the scandal was at its peak. His mother had always possessed impeccable timing for maximizing damage.Twenty minutes later, he stepped off the elevator into the penthouse to find his mother standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass of his most expensive scotch in her hand. She was sixty-three but could pass for fifty, her blonde hair swept into an elegant chignon, her black C







