MasukVICTORIAThe second recess came at two in the afternoon, and I used every second of it.I found Isabella in the hallway outside the conference room on the second floor, grabbed her arm, and pulled her inside. She had a coffee in one hand and her phone in the other, but she set both down the moment she saw my face.I closed the door."Celestine Vare is making a play," I said. "And I don't have all the pieces yet. What I know is that she had Sylvie Rhodes ready for this hearing, which means she's been following this case in real time. Someone has been feeding her information.""Inside your team?" Isabella said."Or inside the court itself," I replied. "Someone who knew the hearing date and knew what we were planning to present in front of the judge today."Isabella thought about it for a second. She wasn't the kind of person who rushed to fill silence with noise. "What does she actually want out of this?""The Rhodes trust assets," I said. "Daniel moved money through systems that Celest
VICTORIAWhen the hearing picked back up, Deena Reyes went after Clark first.She was good at it. Every question was built to make his early involvement look not like an honest mistake he had corrected, but like something he had been deliberately running for a long time. She wanted the judge to see deception. She wanted the word "coordinated" to ring in everyone’s minds.Clark answered every question in the same even tone.He confirmed the framework. He confirmed that he had commissioned it early on. He walked the court through, clearly and without any visible discomfort, the exact moment he understood how it was being used. He described the steps he had taken to remove himself from it. He described everything the way a person did when they were confident in what they'd done and didn't need to hide anything.Deena Reyes tried to make those steps look weak. Clark made them look like exactly what they were: fast, documented, and decisive.I watched from across the table and kept my face
VICTORIAShe was in a small room off the main hallway. A court officer had taken her there during the recess, and when I pushed the door open, she was sitting alone at a table with a glass of water in front of her and her hands folded in her lap.She looked up the moment I walked in.She had the kind of stillness about her that you could only get from years of being careful. Everything about the way she held herself said she had spent a long time making herself as small as possible. But her eyes were sharp, and the way she looked at me said she had also spent a long time watching, learning faces, and reading rooms.She had been reading mine for a while before today. I could tell."You know who I am," I said."Everyone knows who you are," she replied.Her voice was even. It sounded like the voice of a woman who had stopped being surprised by things.I pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. "I need to know who sent you here today," I said.Her jaw moved slightly. "I sent mys
VICTORIAHer name was Sylvie Rhodes.She had been declared legally dead seven years ago after a boating accident in the South of France. Her sworn statement said the accident had been set up by her husband. She had not been dead. She had been hiding, waiting until she had enough proof that staying hidden was no longer the safer choice.The document she had handed to the court was a full record of Daniel Rhodes' financial moves over the past ten years. It covered his arrangement with Trent. It covered the funding of the duplicate program. It covered the involvement of the Hawthorne Syndicate.It was, in short, everything I had been building toward, handed to the court by a woman none of us had known existed until twenty minutes ago.Judge Cole called a recess. I was on my feet before the gavel finished coming down.In the hallway outside the courtroom, I stood with Serena while she read through the statement. She was moving fast, turning pages without looking up, her eyes scanning line
VICTORIAThe courtroom was the kind of room that made you feel the weight of everything the moment you walked in.It had high ceilings, bright lights, and the kind of silence that wasn't really silence, just the sound of people holding themselves very still because the room demanded it. I had been in a lot of important rooms over the past two years but this one was different. This one had consequences that would outlast the morning.I walked in with Serena beside me. Three years of work in folders on the table in front of us. I sat down, straightened my back, and placed my hands on the surface.Serena had the case materials arranged and was already going through her notes. She was focused. Whatever she had done about Priya in the hours since our call, she had set it aside and was fully here now. That was what made her good.Trent's team was across from us. He came in without looking at me. His lead counsel, Deena Reyes, looked at me the moment she sat down and kept looking. She was tr
VICTORIAI didn't try to sleep that night. There wasn't any point.I worked until midnight, going through case files, checking every detail, making sure I hadn't missed anything. Then I put everything down, showered, changed into clean clothes, and sat by the window with a glass of wine I poured and barely touched.The city looked normal at this hour. Moving. Lit up. Loud in some places and quiet in others. I had spent a lot of late nights looking at it over the past two years and I had stopped trying to find something comforting in it. It was just the city. It didn't care about me and I didn't need it to.I thought about the woman I had been four years ago.She had worn long sleeves in summer. She had apologized for things that weren't her fault. She had stood in a restaurant in a dress she'd spent too long picking out, holding a card she'd spent too long writing, waiting for a man who had been planning to leave her the whole time.She had believed, right up until the moment she coul
VICTORIAThe secure location we went to smelled like disinfectant and burnt coffee. It was the kind of smell that was clean, but felt like it was hiding something rotten underneath. I hated it the moment I stepped in.Diana sat on the edge of the couch, wrapped in a thick gray blanket. Her knees we
VICTORIAMargaret didn’t look rushed. She didn’t look afraid. She didn’t even look guilty.She stood in front of Diana like we were at a calm family meeting and not a dirty water plant filled with rust, fear, and knives. The blade in her hand stayed steady. Diana sobbed behind the gag, and her body
VICTORIAThe duplicate’s hand shook as she held the knife, but her face stayed empty. Her eyes didn’t blink or soften. She didn’t even react to Diana’s crying. It was like her body was there, but her mind was somewhere else, locked behind a wall Daniel had built piece by piece.Diana thrashed again
VICTORIAThe dark figure was still standing over my bed, looking tall and still as he watched. Daniel didn’t rush or hide. He just stood there like he owned the space or he belonged in the room.My body reacted before my mind could catch up. A sharp chill ran up my spine. My hands tingled. My heart







