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Rose Miller's POV "I need to make one more phone call before my sentencing," I told Agent Morrison as he escorted me to the small conference room where I would spend my last day as a federal witness. "Dr. Miller, your cooperation agreement is complete. There's no need for additional testimony or phone calls." I sat down at the metal table and looked at my hands. Eighteen months in federal prison, five years probation, and my medical license gone forever. Meanwhile, Ophelia Sterling was about to inherit an empire while everyone celebrated her as some kind of hero. "Agent Morrison, what if I told you I had more information about Ophelia Sterling? Information that could change everything?" He stopped gathering his papers and looked at me carefully. "What kind of information?" "Medical information. About the experimental treatments she participated in. Things that might not have been... legal." Agent Morrison sat back down. "Dr. Miller, we've already reviewed all the medical records

Derek Thompson's POV "So this is really it," journalist Sarah Martinez said as she sat across from me in the federal prison interview room. "Your execution is scheduled for next month." I nodded and looked at my hands. Thirty-two years old and about to die for choices that seemed so reasonable when I was making them. "Derek, what do you want people to understand about how you ended up here? You were a professional athlete with everything going for you." "That's exactly the problem, Sarah. I thought I deserved more than what I had. When I saw Landon Hayes getting opportunities that I believed should have been mine, I got angry. And angry people make stupid decisions." She took notes while I tried to find the right words to explain how a professional hockey player ended up on death row for conspiracy to commit murder. "Tell me about Catherine Walsh. How did she first approach you?" "Catherine was smart about it. She didn't start by asking me to help plan murders. She began with wh

Tyler's POV "Tyler, we need to talk about something serious." Ophelia looked up from the congressional testimony preparation materials spread across her desk. The stress of the past few weeks showed on her face, but she still looked beautiful to me. "What's wrong? Did something happen with the federal investigation?" "Senator Patricia Morrison called this morning. She wants to discuss our engagement and how it might affect the congressional hearings." I sat down across from her desk, already feeling angry about whatever political manipulation was coming. "What did she say exactly?" "She suggested that our engagement creates appearance problems. That it looks like we're coordinating our business empires for market manipulation rather than genuine personal reasons." "That's ridiculous. We fell in love despite the business complications, not because of them." Ophelia picked up a document from the senator's office. "She's recommending that we either delay our marriage until after

Richard Sterling's POV"Richard, are you sure about this retirement decision? The timing feels sudden with everything happening."Marcus sat across from me in my study at the Hamptons estate, reviewing the transition documents that would formalize my step back from active business leadership."I'm sixty-eight years old, Marcus. I've been running Sterling operations for thirty-five years. It's time for Ophelia to lead without my shadow hanging over every decision."I looked around the study where I'd made countless business decisions, some brilliant and some that had created the enemies who nearly destroyed my family."Besides, congressional testimony will be easier if investigators see a clear transition of leadership rather than questioning whether I'm still pulling strings behind the scenes.""Dad, what are you going to do with yourself? You've never had hobbies outside of business."I laughed at the question I'd been asking myself for months."Maybe I'll learn to fish. Or read book

Tyler's POV"Tyler, there's something I need to tell you about my childhood that I've never shared with anyone."Ophelia and I were sitting on the terrace of her apartment, planning our wedding while reviewing congressional testimony preparation materials. The stress of the past few weeks had brought us closer together, but I could tell she was struggling with something deeper."What is it? You know you can tell me anything."She set down the wedding planning folder and looked out at the Manhattan skyline."When I was eight years old, I was kidnapped. Someone connected to Catherine Walsh's organization took me for three days before federal agents found me."I felt my stomach drop. "Ophelia, why didn't you tell me this before?""Because my parents had therapists help me suppress the memories so completely that I convinced myself they were just nightmares. But everything that happened with Catherine brought it all back."She explained how the childhood trauma had affected her ability to