LOGINJudge Morrison leaned forward. "What kind of evidence, Mr. Hale?"Richard glanced at Aurelia. "DNA evidence, Your Honor."Aurelia stood. Her voice was steady but confused."We received an updated forensic report from the laboratory. DNA was recovered from underneath Rebecca Stein's fingernails."Mr. Harling stood up. His voice was sharp."Objection, Your Honor. The defense is presenting evidence that has not been properly disclosed to the prosecution or to my client's estate."Judge Morrison frowned. "Sustained. Mr. Hale, why wasn't this evidence disclosed?"Richard cleared his throat. "It was just received this morning, Your Honor."Mr. Harling laughed bitterly. "Just received? How convenient."Judge Morrison banged his gavel. "Order. Continue, Mr. Hale."Richard clicked his laptop. The first report appeared. DNA RECOVERED FROM REBECCA STEIN'S FINGERNAILSThen the comparison appeared. SOPHIA LANGSTON – NO MATCHAurelia turned toward the judge. "As you can see, Sophia's DNA does not mat
Gabriella’s eyes widened. “Elena, I can explain.”“Explain what?” Elena snapped. “That you wanted to kill your own baby because you were worried about your body?”Gabriella looked around nervously. “Keep your voice down.”“No!” Elena said angrily. “I don’t care who hears me. What exactly were you thinking?”Gabriella sighed. “I was scared, okay? I didn’t want my body to change too much.”Elena stared at her in disbelief. “That’s your excuse?”Gabriella lowered her voice. “Pregnancy can make you gain weight. My stomach will stretch, my breasts will change, and after giving birth, everything down there might not be the same.”Elena’s mouth dropped open. “So you wanted to abort your baby because you’re scared your vagina might become loose?”Gabriella’s face turned red. “Don’t say it like that!”“How am I supposed to say it?” Elena demanded. “You were ready to get rid of your own baby because you were worried about gaining weight and losing your figure!”Gabriella’s face turned red as El
Aurelia met his eyes without backing down. “We will find out. But until then, you cannot turn unanswered questions into proof of murder.”Sophia looked at Aurelia, clearly frightened by how quickly the evidence was piling up against her. Aurelia reached beneath the table and squeezed her hand, trying to keep her calm.“Don’t panic,” Aurelia whispered. “They want you to lose control. We are going to examine every piece of this evidence, and we will find the truth.”Before Sophia could respond, Mr. Harling picked up another document and walked toward the screen.“This is a payment receipt,” he said. “According to these records, millions of dollars were transferred to Rebecca Stein through an offshore account connected to you. We managed to recover the transactions.”Sophia’s eyes widened. “That’s a lie. I never sent Rebecca millions of dollars.”Mr. Harling pointed toward the screen. “Then how do you explain your signature on these transfers?”The document appeared on the screen, showin
NEW YORK CITY COURTHOUSE – COURTROOM 7 – 10:00 AMThe courtroom was packed. Reporters filled the back rows, their pens moving quickly as they recorded every word. Everyone had come to hear the latest development in the murder case that had kept the city talking for weeks.At the prosecution table sat Mr. Harling, the lawyer representing Rebecca Stein’s estate. He was a short, stocky man with a bald head and sharp eyes.He had been waiting for this moment for months, and from the way he watched Sophia, it was clear he was determined to see her convicted.Behind the bench sat Judge Morrison, an older man with glasses and a stern expression. He was known for having little patience for unnecessary arguments, and today was no different.He struck his gavel against the desk. “We are here today for the case of the People versus Sophia Langston Blackwood,” Judge Morrison announced. “The defendant is charged with the murder of Rebecca Stein. Mr. Harling, you may proceed.”Mr. Harling rose from
A collective gasp swept through the garden. Gabriella shook her head violently. “No. No, you can’t do this. You love me.”Alejandro looked at her with disappointment. “I thought I did.”Alejandro dropped the ring into Gabriella’s trembling hand, but after a moment, his expression changed. He looked at her for several seconds before letting out a quiet sigh.“But on second thought, maybe the devil you know is better than the angel you don’t know. Gabriella, everything you did, you did because you wanted me. You were betrothed to me when we were little kids. We were supposed to grow up and get married, but I broke that engagement and married my brother’s widow, Amelia, instead. So I can’t completely blame you for fighting for me. You wanted the man you were promised to, and you were willing to do whatever it took to have me.”Serena’s mouth fell open. She stared at her brother as if he had completely lost his mind. “What the hell are you saying? Are you insane?”Alejandro ignored her an
Gabriella nodded, tears gathering in her eyes as she looked at Alejandro. “Yes. Everything I did, I did for us. I wanted you, and I wanted the life we have now. I thought if Amelia was out of the way, we could finally be together.”Alejandro let out a bitter laugh and shook his head. “For us? You keep saying that like what you did was some kind of sacrifice. There is no ‘us,’ Gabriella. Not anymore.”Marisa sat in her wheelchair, her face twisted with rage as she watched everything fall apart. She pointed angrily at Amelia and shouted, “You’ll regret this! You’ll regret coming here and ruining my son’s wedding!”Amelia slowly touched her cheek. The spot where Marisa had slapped her was still red and stinging, but she refused to shed a single tear. Instead, a small smile appeared on her face. It was calm and cold enough to make Marisa’s anger falter.“Thank you,” Amelia said.Marisa frowned, clearly confused by her response. “Thank you? What the hell are you thanking me for?”Amelia re
AMELIA STONE OFFICE ~ STONE INDUSTRIES The door to Amelia’s office opened without a sound. Nicholas Hale stepped in, closing it behind him with a soft click. The room seemed to shift, charged with something unspoken.Amelia stayed in her chair, leaning back with calm, controlled ease. Her usual CE
ALEJANDRO MASTER BEDROOM ~ NEW YORK The phone had been buzzing nonstop.Alejandro walked into the master bedroom, holding it up. “Mi reina, your phone has been ringing non-stop.”Amelia pushed herself up against the pillows, exhausted. “My phone? Are you serious? I thought I had it with me all alo
ALEXANDER MANSION~ NEW YORKAlexander Blackwood stormed through the marble halls of his mansion, his anger practically vibrating through his steps. The maids and staff froze as he passed, their whispers trailing behind him. He reached the Master bedroom, flinging the door open.“Vivian!” he shoute
BLACKWOOD INDUSTRIES ~ NEW YORK Katherina slipped Nicholas Hale’s card into her folder and closed it.Control. That was the word. And that was what she needed to hold on to.She straightened her blazer, smoothed her face, and returned to her desk as if nothing had happened. As if the air in the ro







