Semua Bab Your Lips to Mine #3: The Billionaire's Dangerous Muse : Bab 71 - Bab 80

I had never felt the weight of responsibility like this before. Every day, Lena and I worked tirelessly to prepare for the first court trial. There were endless stacks of paperwork to go through, evidence to examine, and strategies to discuss. The stakes were high—this was Liam’s future we were talking about. The pressure was suffocating, but I couldn’t afford to falter. Not now. Not when everything was on the line. Lena had always been the strong one, the one who knew how to push through the toughest situations. Her law school background was proving invaluable, as she was able to pinpoint weaknesses in the prosecution’s case that I hadn’t even considered. I’d always admired her intelligence, but now, more than ever, I found myself leaning on her guidance. She was the emotional engine of our team, while I was the one who analyzed, calculated risks, and mapped out counterarguments. The way we worked together felt effortless, almost like a dance, and it made me realize how much I relie

The air in the courtroom was thick with tension as the first session began. The room was packed—spectators filled the benches, their whispers and murmurs barely hushed by the bailiff’s commands. Journalists, photographers, and even members of the public, all hungry for the spectacle that was about to unfold, sat anxiously, their eyes glued to the front as the judge entered. I took a deep breath, adjusting the papers in front of me. The weight of the moment pressed down on my chest, and despite all our preparation, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. Lena sat next to me, her face a picture of calm professionalism. Her eyes scanned the room quickly, picking up on every detail—the way Jordan’s legal team sat, their posture rigid with arrogance, the slight tilt of their heads, as though they already considered the outcome a foregone conclusion. They were confident, but I knew better. This wasn’t going to be easy, no matter how much they tried to make us feel small. "Don’t worry

The second trial session arrived like a storm on the horizon, and as much as I tried to prepare myself for what was ahead, there was an undeniable sense of anticipation in the air. This wasn’t just about winning anymore—it was about proving that we had what it took to break down everything Jordan and his team had built. And as the courtroom filled with the usual crowd of spectators, I could feel the weight of the moment settling in my chest. We had prepared for this. Now it was time to see if all our work would pay off. Lena was calm as usual, her eyes focused and sharp as she reviewed her notes. She had always been the rock of our team, her legal expertise a steady foundation that we all relied on. She had a gift for seeing through the smoke and mirrors of a case, and I had no doubt she would do the same to Jordan’s team. I couldn’t help but glance at her, admiration and awe filling me once more. There was something about her quiet determination that steadied me when the world aroun

The courtroom was charged with tension, the air thick with expectation as the judge prepared to deliver the final verdict. Every person in the room, whether they wanted to admit it or not, was holding their breath, waiting for the moment that would decide the fate of so many lives. I stood there, beside Lena and Liam, my heart pounding in my chest. After everything we’d fought for—after all the sleepless nights, the late meetings, the strategic planning, the hours spent poring over every piece of evidence—this was it. This was the culmination of a battle that had felt endless, the fight that had cost us more than we could have imagined. And yet, as I stood there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that justice was finally within reach. The judge stood, his robe sweeping the floor with a quiet rustle as he lifted the gavel. The room fell silent, every eye in the courtroom on him. "After careful deliberation, this court finds the defendant, Liam Holt, not guilty of all charges. The accusa

I stood in the living room, my hands nervously smoothing the fabric of my dress, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach. Damian stood beside me, his presence a quiet anchor to my anxiety. Despite everything that had happened—everything we had fought for—it felt different, this moment. The stakes were higher. It wasn’t just about the fight for justice anymore; it was about introducing Damian to my family. To Liam, my brother, the man who had always been my protector, and Lena, the woman who had been there for me in ways I could never fully express.Lena and Liam were already there, waiting. I could feel their eyes on me, their expectations silently hanging in the air. I knew what this conversation was supposed to be, and I knew what it wasn’t supposed to be. It wasn’t just about introducing a boyfriend. This was about Damian, and how much he had come to mean to me, how he had stood by my side in every moment of darkness.Damian’s hand brushed against mine, grounding me. His thumb