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Chapter 184

Penulis: Michy Gaza
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-06 18:06:31

The prosecution painted the first strokes, brief introductions, a timeline. Cold. Methodical.

Murder weapon found at the scene.

No forced entry.

No sign of another party.

The words blurred, but Luca forced himself to stay upright. Composed.

For his father. For the Virelli name.

But even as they spoke, something inside him twisted.

Because when Asher’s attorney stood up, public defense, under prepared, underfunded, Luca felt the gap between them widen. He wasn’t used to seeing Asher this vulnerable. This… small.

They locked eyes, once.

For a second, Luca thought he saw it, that spark of defiance, of the man who would spit in the face of the world if it meant protecting him.

But it wasn’t there.

Asher’s eyes were dim. Haunted. Accepting.

Luca’s breath hitched.

The bailiff called the first recess. The judge’s gavel came down like a verdict of its own.

Asher was led out.

Luca’s hands didn’t unclench.

He sat there, while the courtroom emptied around him, feeling the ghost of Asher’s gaze l
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  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 188

    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?

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 187

    Asher stared forward. Not at the judge. Not at the jury.At Luca.His voice dropped, almost a whisper.“I didn’t pull the trigger.”“Then who did?”He blinked.The face of every lie, every flash of memory, every heartbeat on that night, blurred behind his eyelids.His breath caught.And then, he looked up again.“I swear…” His voice trembled but didn’t break.“I swear on everything I am… I didn’t kill Paolo Virelli.”Gasps. Cameras. A dozen pens scratching at once.“I might’ve failed Luca. I might’ve failed myself. But I didn’t do that.”He sat back in the chair slowly, eyes dark and hollowed.And under his breath, just loud enough for the mic to catch:“God help me… I swear.”The courtroom had gone still again.The silence that followed Asher’s desperate vow was cut short by the sound of a sharp scoff from the prosecution bench.Mr. Hargrove, the lead attorney for the state, stood slowly with a theatrically arched brow and a clipped shake of his head.He stepped forward, flipping a f

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 186

    Luca’s hands trembled, jaw tight.“Get out of my way.”“No.”“You’re defending a killer.”“I’m defending someone you loved. And that version of you, the one who loved him… he would’ve never let this go this far.”Luca blinked fast. “That version of me is dead.”Julian’s voice dropped. “You sure about that?”The door to the courtroom creaked as people started returning.Luca stared down at the floor, motionless for a beat. Then he turned, brushing past Julian without another word.Reid watched it all unfold. He sipped his coffee, smiling faintly at the fallout. Julian was panicking. Luca was spiraling.And Asher?Asher would see now. He’d know Luca couldn’t be trusted. That the court of public opinion had turned on both of them. And when everything collapsed?Reid would be the only one left at Asher’s side.Just like he said.The holding cell was cold again.Asher had spent the last few minutes hunched against the far wall, eyes fixed on nothing, the silence heavy as concrete. The guar

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 185

    He wasn’t crying for himself.He was crying for what they had lost.For the version of Luca who used to look at him like he was his entire world.For the version of himself who had believed that was enough.“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the empty cell, his voice cracking as it hit the concrete walls.“I’m so fucking sorry.”His wrists were bruised from the shackles, his lips dry, his eyes burning.But nothing compared to the ache in his chest.He rested his head back against the cold wall, letting it anchor him, and his breath hitched again.If Luca testifies against me… it’s over.He could survive jail.But he wouldn’t survive that.Not Luca’s betrayal.Not when he’d been his reason to breathe for so long.The hallway outside the courtroom was packed with murmurs, reporters whispering into phones, shuffling papers, catching soundbites for their headlines.Julian ignored them all.His strides were sharp, purposeful. He spotted her near the vending machines, tapping at a cup of coffee

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 184

    The prosecution painted the first strokes, brief introductions, a timeline. Cold. Methodical.Murder weapon found at the scene.No forced entry.No sign of another party.The words blurred, but Luca forced himself to stay upright. Composed.For his father. For the Virelli name.But even as they spoke, something inside him twisted.Because when Asher’s attorney stood up, public defense, under prepared, underfunded, Luca felt the gap between them widen. He wasn’t used to seeing Asher this vulnerable. This… small.They locked eyes, once.For a second, Luca thought he saw it, that spark of defiance, of the man who would spit in the face of the world if it meant protecting him.But it wasn’t there.Asher’s eyes were dim. Haunted. Accepting.Luca’s breath hitched.The bailiff called the first recess. The judge’s gavel came down like a verdict of its own.Asher was led out.Luca’s hands didn’t unclench.He sat there, while the courtroom emptied around him, feeling the ghost of Asher’s gaze l

  • The Wrong Kind Of Right   Chapter 183

    Reid’s face twisted, the cracks of frustration bleeding through. “You don’t understand. I was there. When Luca left, when Asher broke, when he was barely breathing through it, I was there. Not Luca. Not you. Me.”Julian took a step back, his chest rising and falling as the fury settled into something colder. “I get it. I do. But don’t mistake opportunity for loyalty, Reid. Because what you’re doing now, it’s not about Asher. It’s about you. About fixing the version of him you want to keep, not the man himself.”For a heartbeat, the two stood in a charged silence.Reid’s lips parted, as if to snap back, but the words never came. His hands trembled, not with rage, but with something far more fragile. Desperation.Julian exhaled, softer now. “We need to find the truth. I’m not protecting Asher by turning him into someone he’s not. And neither are you.”Reid’s gaze flickered away, distant. “You think we’ll find a truth that saves him?”Julian’s expression hardened. “I think if we don’t, h

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