เข้าสู่ระบบThe federal courthouse smelled of floor wax and old decisions. It was a smell I would associate forever with the dismantling of my family.I sat in the second row, my hands resting on the immense curve of my stomach. At thirty-eight weeks pregnant, sitting on a wooden bench was torture, but I wouldn't have been anywhere else.Noah sat beside me, his thigh pressing against mine, a solid anchor in a room that felt like it was tilting."All rise," the bailiff announced.Judge Hawthorne entered. He was an older man with a face carved from granite and eyes that had seen too many people throw their lives away for money or pride.He looked down at the defense table.Sienna stood up.She wasn't wearing the designer armor she usually donned for battle. She wore a simple navy dress and flats. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. Without the makeup, without the diamonds, without the sneer... she looked exactly like me.She looked terrified."Ms. Stone," Judge Hawthorne said, his voice boo
The conference room at the District Attorney’s office was becoming a second home I never wanted.Instead of code and architectural renderings, the table was covered in the autopsy of a betrayal. Digital forensics reports, bank statements from the Cayman Islands, and witness testimonies from the fired Vertex employees."It's airtight," the lead prosecutor said, tapping a stack of papers. "We have the chain of custody on the data. We have the wire transfers. We have the confession from your junior developer, Lim."I sat next to Marcus. He looked tired, but the devastation that had haunted him for weeks had hardened into a grim resolve."And Sienna?" Marcus asked."Her guilt is indisputable," the prosecutor stated. "She facilitated the transfer. She accepted the payment. Under federal law, she's looking at five to ten years for corporate espionage and wire fraud."I looked at Aria. She was sitting on my other side, her hand resting on her stomach. She flinched at the mention of prison ti
The conference room at the District Attorney's office was beige, windowless, and stifling. It was the complete opposite of the sleek glass walls of NeXus or the polished wood of the civil law firm we had been in days ago."We need to go back," Assistant District Attorney Miller said, tapping her pen against a yellow legal pad. "Further back than the masquerade. Further back than the data theft."I shifted in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position for my eight-month-pregnant body. My back ached constantly now, a dull thrum of discomfort that matched the anxiety in my chest."How far back?" I asked."Childhood," Miller said. "To prove malice—to prove that this wasn't just a crime of opportunity or financial desperation, but a calculated attempt to destroy you—we need to establish a pattern of behavior."I looked at Noah. He was sitting next to me, his hand resting on the back of my chair. He looked ready to fight the entire justice system if I gave the word."Do I have to?" I w
The law offices of Patterson, Ellis & Ross were designed to intimidate. Polished marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Central Park, and an air conditioning system set to "interrogation chic."I sat at the long mahogany table, my hands resting on the swell of my stomach. At thirty weeks, Emma was making her presence known, kicking against my ribs as if she sensed the tension in the room."Are you comfortable, Mrs. West?" Benjamin Ross asked, adjusting his microphone."I'm fine," I lied. My back ached, my ankles were swollen, and I was about to testify against a company that had tried to steal my life's work.Across the table, the legal team for Vertex Gaming sat like a row of sharks. Three men in bespoke suits, one woman with a notepad and a scowl. They were here to minimize the damage. To prove that their client—a multi-billion dollar tech giant—hadn't knowingly purchased stolen trade secrets from my sister."We're ready when you are," the lead counsel, a man named Ster
The text from Richard Stone was brief, professional, and entirely unexpected.Richard: Noah. I’d like to buy you a coffee. Man to man. Are you free at 10?I stared at the screen. My relationship with Aria’s father had been... complicated. He was a titan of industry, a man I respected in the boardroom but had loathed in the living room for his passivity. For twenty-six years, he had watched his wife systematically dismantle his daughter’s self-esteem, and he had done nothing.But last night, at that dinner table, something had shifted. The titan had woken up."Who is it?" Aria asked, looking up from her laptop where she was browsing crib sheets."Your dad," I said. "He wants to meet."Aria froze. "Is he changing his mind? Is he going back to her?""I don't think so," I said, remembering the look on Richard’s face when he told Elena to leave. It wasn't the look of a man bargaining. It was the look of a man burning the bridge while he was still standing on it. "I think he wants to clear
The phone rang at 7:00 AM. I knew who it was before I even looked. Only one person called that early with the specific intent to ruin my day."How could you?" my mother’s voice hissed through the speaker the moment I swiped answer. There was no hello. No "how is my pregnant daughter?" Just venom.I sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Noah shifted beside me, his arm tightening around my waist, sensing the tension instantly."Good morning to you too, Mom," I said, my voice thick with sleep."Don't get smart with me, Aria. I just saw the news. The FBI raided Sienna’s apartment. They dragged her out in handcuffs like a common criminal.""I know," I said. "I saw.""And you let it happen," she accused. "You and that... that man you married. How could you do this to your sister?"I blinked, fully awake now. The audacity was breathtaking."I didn't do anything, Mom. Sienna committed federal crimes. She stole from NeXus. She sold secrets to a competitor.""She made a mistake!" Elena







