เข้าสู่ระบบTHE COURTROOM – NEW YORK CITY COURTHOUSE – COURTROOM 7 – 10:00 AMThe courtroom was packed. Reporters filled the back rows, whispering and typing on their phones. Cameras waited outside the doors. The air was thick with tension.Amelia sat at the defense table in a simple dark dress that Rebecca had brought her. She looked pale and tired. Her belly was clearly showing now. She kept her hands folded on the table to stop them from shaking. Rebecca Stein stood beside her, wearing a sharp black suit and looking confident.The judge, an older man named Judge Morrison with gray hair and cold eyes, banged his gavel."We are back in session for the case of the People versus Amelia Favino," he said. His voice was flat and unfriendly. "Miss Stein, you may continue your defense."Rebecca stood tall. "Thank you, Your Honor. Today we will show that my client is innocent. The evidence against her was planted. Witnesses were paid. And the real criminals are still walking free."The prosecutor,
FAVINO PENTHOUSE – LIVING ROOM – 10:30 AMGabriella sat on the large white sofa wearing a silky robe. Her hair was pulled back in a loose bun. The morning light made the room look even more luxurious. On the coffee table in front of her sat a white envelope. The same envelope she had shown Alejandro earlier."More tea, ma'am?" Clara asked softly.Gabriella didn't look at her. "No. Just make sure the guest room is ready. My friend is almost here.""Yes, ma'am." Clara disappeared down the hallway.The doorbell rang a moment later.Gabriella's face broke into a real smile. She stood up and walked to the door herself. She didn't make the maid get it. This was a special guest.She opened the door, and there stood Sophia. Tall, tan, and wearing a flowing white dress and oversized sunglasses. Sofia pulled off her sunglasses and grinned. "Hola, chica. Did you miss me ? cuz I missed you so much Gabriella laughed and pulled her into a tight hug. "You have no idea. Get inside. Quick."Sofia
She touched his chest right over his heart. “And now she’s trying to manipulate you by shutting you out. That’s what guilty people do. They run. They hide. They make you feel like the bad guy.”She looked deep into his eyes.“Don’t let her do that to you,” she whispered. “Don’t let her make you doubt what you already know in your heart. You deserve better than a liar and a poisoner.”Alejandro stared at her. His anger slowly turned into something colder..“You’re right,” he said quietly. “You’re absolutely right.”Gabriella let out a small, relieved breath and gently rubbed his arms. “Good. Now let me help you calm down before you hurt yourself.” She turned toward the hallway and called out, “Clara! Can you bring Alejandro his special tea, please? The calming one.”A few minutes later, Clara walked in carrying a tray with a steaming cup. She placed it on the counter without a word and quietly left the room.Gabriella picked up the cup and handed it to Alejandro. “Drink this. It alw
The governor looked at the ring, then back at Amelia. For the first time, her voice softened just a little.“You’re stronger than you think,” she said.Amelia gave a small, tired smile that didn’t reach her eyes.“I have to be,” she replied. “Because from now on, I only have myself.”She turned and walked out of the office without looking back.The door closed behind her with a quiet click.For the first time since she had been locked up, Amelia didn’t feel like crying.She felt something else.She felt free.FAVINO PENTHOUSE – KITCHEN – 7:15 AMThe morning sun poured through the tall windows of the penthouse kitchen. Everything was clean and white and expensive. Alejandro walked in wearing only black sweatpants, his hair messy from sleep. His feet were bare on the cold marble floor.Gabriella stood at the counter in one of his white shirts. The shirt was too big for her, hanging off one shoulder. She was making coffee, her hips swaying slightly to music only she could hear.Aleja
The governor didn’t blink. “Because your husband made it clear he wants no contact with you,” She said coldly. “He doesn’t want to see you. He sent a formal request to the prison stating that any visits from you would be unwanted. We are required to respect that.”Amelia’s bottom lip began to tremble. She pressed her hand against her belly. “He said that? He actually said he doesn’t want to see me?”“Word for word,” the governor said. “I have the paperwork.”Amelia felt the room spin. She gripped the edges of her chair. “But I have questions. I need to talk to him. I need to know why. He owes me that much. He owes me an explanation.”The governor opened a drawer and pulled out a white envelope. She placed it on the desk between them.“I tried to deliver this letter to you earlier today,” she said. “But you were unconscious in the medical unit. So here it is now.”She slid the envelope across the desk. It made a soft scraping sound against the wood.Amelia stared at it. Her heart
WENTWORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTER – MEDICAL UNIT – 3:45 PMAmelia opened her eyes. She was lying on a hard bed with a thin blanket over her legs. Her cheek still stung where Aurelia had slapped her. She couldn’t stop seeing the photos in her mind Alejandro and Gabriella together. The images felt burned into her brain.A middle-aged nurse sat beside her, wrapping a blood pressure cuff around her arm.“You gave us quite a scare,” the nurse said softly. “You fainted hard. How do you feel?”Amelia stared at the ceiling. Her eyes were red and puffy.“I want to see the photos again,” she whispered.The nurse frowned. “What photos?”“The ones those women showed me,” Amelia said. Her voice was rough and weak. “I need to look at them again. I need to know if they were real or fake.”The nurse shifted in her chair. “The guards said some visitors left the photos behind. But they took them when they left. I’m sorry.”Amelia turned her head away. More tears fell down her face.“He slept with her,”
NEW YORK PENITENTIARY PRISON BLOCK A The guard escorted Amelia back to her cell.Her handcuffs were removed, and the heavy door slammed shut behind her.Roxy looked up from her bunk immediately.“Stone… damn. You look like you just saw the devil.”Amelia let out a shaky, humorless laugh, sinking o
NEW YORK PENITENTIARY PRISON Amelia stepped into the superintendent’s office, still handcuffed, confused and irritated.“Yes sir, you asked to see me? What’s going on?” she asked.The superintendent pointed at the chair without looking up.“Sit down, Stone.”Amelia sat down, trying to steady her n
DANIEL’S PENTHOUSE – MORNINGDaniel paced the living room, holding a half-filled glass of Martell. His voice was sharp, bitter.“Lucas, do you know what that woman did? That so-called mother of my kids?”Lucas looked up from the couch, raising an eyebrow. “You mean Katherina your baby mama? What ha
“You can’t fight him from in here,” he said.“And I sure as hell won’t fight him wearing your last name,” she shot back.Silence. They stared at each other, tension thick in the air.Damien’s voice softened. “You’ll regret this, Amelia.”She gave a small, broken laugh. “I already regret ever loving







