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Julian sat in the back of the courtroom, his expression unreadable, though his sharp eyes hadn’t left Asher for more than a few seconds since the trial began.The younger man was unraveling, not in loud outbursts or dramatic collapses, but in the quiet, dangerous way that broke people from the inside out.Every damning piece of evidence, every twist of words meant to cut deeper, was draining him.Julian had seen it before, in soldiers, in CEOs on the brink of public ruin, in friends who thought they could shoulder everything until the weight finally broke them. Asher was nearing that point. And if he got there before they could counter the prosecution’s momentum, it would be over.The room smelled faintly of coffee gone cold, the kind that had been brewed hours ago for the jury but was now just sitting in Styrofoam cups.Everyone was still murmuring about the so called “irrefutable” footage, their whispers a low hum of poison in the air.Julian adjusted his tie slowly, as if this was
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The court clerk wheeled in two large evidence carts, each stacked with neatly labeled folders, sealed plastic bags, and two flat screens for video playback.The air felt thicker, as though every person in the room collectively braced for impact.Detective Weller stepped forward, her face composed but eyes flinty. “Your Honor, the prosecution would like to present the compiled evidence retrieved from the crime scene, digital surveillance, and witness testimonies.”The judge nodded for her to proceed.The first video flickered to life on the screen, a grainy security feed from the night of Paolo Virelli’s murder. The footage showed Asher outside, shoulders tense, his movements clipped as though pacing. Then, minutes later, Paolo appeared on the screen, walking toward the darkened sides.The prosecutor’s voice was smooth, almost theatrical. “Mr. Hartwell, the jury will note the timestamp, less than thirty minutes after Paolo entered the building, you followed him inside.”The clip cut ab
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The prosecutor shifted in place, clearly sensing the ripple his last question had caused, and decided to push the advantage.“Mr. Reid… you’ve spoken about your personal connection to Mr. Hartwell. But the court needs clarity on another matter. You were aware of his relationship with Luca Virelli, correct?”Reid’s gaze flickered toward Luca’s side of the room. It was only for a second, but it was enough for the cameras and enough for Luca to feel that tiny spark of heat crawl up his neck. “Yes,” Reid said quietly. “I was aware.”“And in your opinion… how would you describe it?”Reid leaned back slightly, his posture calculated, almost as if he were trying to decide how much to reveal.“They were… complicated,” he began, his voice carrying an almost reluctant weight. “It wasn’t just a fling or a casual attachment. I’ve seen soldiers cling to each other in warzones, but what Luca and Asher had, it had that same intensity. It was deep, consuming, sometimes volatile. They could argue like
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Reid’s expression was unreadable as he walked toward the front, every step deliberate, the echo of his shoes striking the polished wood louder than necessary. His suit was immaculate, his tie perfectly knotted, as if this were just another business meeting he intended to win.He reached the witness stand. The bailiff stepped forward, holding the small black bound Bible toward him.“Place your left hand on the Bible, raise your right,” the bailiff instructed.Reid obeyed without hesitation. His eyes, sharp and cold, swept briefly over Asher, lingering just long enough to let something unspoken pass between them, before sliding to Luca.The corners of his mouth twitched in the faintest hint of a smirk, one only Luca seemed to catch.“Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”“I do,” Reid said smoothly.The sound of it settled over the courtroom like a loaded gun, everyone silently bracing for the shot.The prosecutor didn’t waste any t
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The silence stretched long after Luca’s final words.“I didn’t know what to believe anymore.”It wasn’t the answer they wanted, not a confession, not an accusation. Just a quiet fracture in a man trying hard to hold his world together.The prosecutor tapped his pen once against the table. Then again.“So,” he finally said, voice now low and careful, “Mr. Virelli... would you say your father’s concerns about Asher Hartwell were valid?”Luca looked up.His eyes were tired. Hollowed.But still sharp.“My father had concerns about anyone who didn’t kneel.”“Answer the question, please.”“I think my father had his own motives.”“So that’s a yes?”Luca didn’t move. “That’s not a yes.”The prosecutor stepped forward, tone shifting, more aggressive now. “You were romantically involved with Mr. Hartwell, were you not?”A beat.Luca's spine straightened slightly. His fingers curled on the armrest.“Yes,” he said.“How long?”“Several years.”“On and off?”“Yes.”“Would you say it was... serious
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Julian stood up halfway from his seat beside the defense team, whispering something urgently to Asher’s lawyer, but it was too late.The judge didn’t object. The prosecution had every right.“Mr. Virelli,” the bailiff repeated, “please approach the witness stand.”Luca stood, buttoning his jacket like he was walking into a boardroom instead of a battlefield.Asher watched him.For the first time in months.And his heart splintered all over again.Luca looked different, older, more polished, but with a kind of hollowness beneath the flawless exterior. The same face, the same eyes, but the softness was gone. This Luca wasn’t the man who had whispered promises against his skin. This was the Luca he’d built for the world, not for him.His jaw tight, Luca strode forward.Asher’s chest felt crushed under a weight he couldn’t name.Not like this.Not with him on the stand.Julian looked furious now, glancing between Luca and the prosecution table, as if silently demanding, What game is this?
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