تسجيل الدخولBy the time I got home, I was too tired to think. Absentminded, I dropped my handbag on the sofa and stood in the middle of my apartment for a few seconds, simply enjoying the silence. Being in the courtroom had always been my dream job. But sometimes, I didn’t want to deal with lawyers. With reporters shouting questions. With a judge asking me to explain another piece of evidence. Right now, I needed the silence. I exhaled slowly. For the first time in what felt like months, I allowed myself to believe that this nightmare might actually have an ending. Maybe not an easy one— not after everything that had happened— but an ending regardless. I went straight to the bathroom. The hot water felt therapeutic against my skin. I stood beneath the shower for longer than I intended, letting the day’s exhaustion slowly drain out of me. My mind still wandered back to Hart Sullivan. To Margot who was probably currently interrogating him. She believed there was a chan
Hart stared at me for a long time. Then, he burst into laughter. It wasn’t a happy sound. It was bitter. “You really think you can turn me against her.” He looked at me like I was the crazy one. I heaved a sigh. “I don’t need to turn you against anyone.” “That’s exactly what you’re trying to do.” “No.” I shook my head. “I’m trying to show you what happens when you keep standing in front of someone else’s consequences.” His expression hardened. “You don’t know anything about my relationship with Eva.” “You’re right, I don’t.” I paused. “But I know enough about Eva.” That seemed to silence him. I continued. “I know she has spent years getting people to do things she didn’t want her name attached to.” Hart’s jaw tightened. “I know she knows exactly which weaknesses to exploit.” His eyes flickered at that. “And I know that when things started falling apart, she began protecting herself.” He leaned back in his chair. “I see you’ve been talking to your mente
I studied him. Hart Sullivan looked older than he had the last time I’d seen him. Perhaps prison did that to people. Or perhaps guilt did.Though I wasn’t sure Hart Sullivan possessed enough guilt to be burdened by it. “I came because of tomorrow.” His jaw tightened. “What about tomorrow?” “The trial.” “I know when the trial is.” “Then you know you’re expected to testify.” He looked away. “On Eva’s behalf.” His eyes returned to mine. He didn’t deny it. Instead, he said quietly: “Claire already came to see me.” “I know.” “She gave me her card.” “I know.” “She told me to call if I changed my mind.” I nodded. “And you didn’t.” “No.” “Why?” His expression hardened. “Because I don’t betray people I love.” I almost laughed. But I didn’t. Not because the statement wasn’t absurd. Because I suspected he genuinely believed it. “You’ve spent months hurting people on Eva’s behalf.” “I made my own choices.” “Yes.” That answer seemed to su
By the time I left Sinclair & Co., the sky had already begun to darken. I sat in the back of the car, watching the city pass through the window while my mind remained somewhere else entirely. Hart Sullivan. The name had been sitting at the back of my mind since the moment Claire told me her suspicions. She had given him her card— offered him a way to cooperate. He hadn’t called once. And now it seemed like the defense intended to put him on the witness stand. The whole thing irritated me. Not just because Hart was unpredictable— I already knew that. But I knew exactly how much damage one carefully chosen— carefully worded— testimony could do. Eva didn’t need Hart to prove her innocence. She only needed him to create doubt. And in our line of work, doubt was dangerous. Especially when a jury was being asked to decide whether a woman as beloved as Eva had orchestrated years of deception, financial crimes, violence and attempted murder. I glanced down at my l
The courtroom emptied slowly. People didn’t rush out the way they usually did after a hearing. Everyone had something to say. Hart Sullivan’s name had changed the atmosphere completely. I remained seated at the counsel table, staring at the notes in front of me. I had pages of testimony, financial records, exhibits, and questions I still needed to prepare. But I couldn’t concentrate on any of them. All I could see were two words I’d written at the bottom of my page. Hart Sullivan. I stared at them until the ink seemed to blur. “Claire?” I looked up. Daniel was standing beside me. “You okay?” “Yes.” I realized too late that I had answered quicker than normal. He raised an eyebrow. I sighed. “No.” “Thought so.” I closed my file. “Where’s Margot?” “She’s speaking with Jonathan and the others.” I glanced toward the front of the courtroom. Margot was near the judge’s bench, speaking quietly a few attorneys from Sinclair&co. Her wheelchair was positi
I let the silence linger for a few seconds, then turned back toward Mr. Hale. “Mr. Hale, you said the fifty million dollars was intended as a settlement payment.” “Yes.” “Do you know who authorized that payment?” “Mr. Dhark.” My chest tightened. “And these documents prove the payment was never made to me?” “No.” “So where did they go?” He referred to his documents. “Through a series of accounts controlled by entities associated with Ms. Sterling.” I nodded slowly, then turned toward the evidence screen. The transaction trail appeared again. One account, then another, then another. Until eventually— Eva. I pointed to the screen. “Is this the final destination of the fifty million dollars?” “Not all of it.” “Explain.” “Some of the money was distributed across several accounts and investments. But we were able to trace the majority of the funds back to entities and accounts benefiting Ms. Sterling.” “And the assistant?” “It appears received a perce







