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Chapter 189
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The Wrong Kind Of Right Chapter 189
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
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?
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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
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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
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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
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