All Chapters of The Brothers Who Found Me : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Richard's offer of immunity for information hung in the air for exactly three seconds before Alexander's phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then stood with the kind of calm authority that made the entire courtroom pay attention."Your Honor, may I approach the bench?" he asked, his tone suggesting it wasn't really a question.Judge Eddie looked irritated but curious. "Mr. Dante, you're not an attorney in this case.""No, but I have information that's relevant to Mr. Blackwood's offer." Alexander moved forward, Mitchell following immediately. Castellano and Richard's attorney rushed to join them, not wanting to be left out of whatever was happening.Sophia watched the hushed conversation at the judge's bench, seeing Judge Eddie's expression shift from annoyed to shocked to grimly satisfied. Whatever Alexander was telling her, it was changing everything."Well," Judge Eddie said loudly, returning to her seat, "it appears Mr. Blackwood's offer of testimony is unnecessary. The eviden

Sophia woke to sunlight streaming through her windows and the smell of fresh coffee. For a moment, she lay still, enjoying the calm feeling she hadn’t known for years.No fear tightening her chest.No worrying about Richard’s mood.No trying to be the perfect wife.Just peace.There was a soft knock on her door that made her sit up.“Come in,” she said, expecting Mrs. Matilda.Instead, Damian walked in carrying a breakfast tray laden with fresh fruit, croissants, coffee, and what looked like freshly squeezed orange juice."Good morning," he said with a warm smile. "I figured you might want breakfast before things get busy.""Busy?" Sophia asked, accepting the coffee gratefully. It was perfect—exactly the way she liked it, though she couldn't remember telling anyone her preference."Your studio," Damian explained, settling into the chair by her window. "Alexander and Lorenzo have been up since six organizing deliveries. Ethan is currently arguing with someone on the phone about the 'ar

The after-party was held at The Crown, Manhattan's most exclusive private club—so exclusive that even billionaires sometimes couldn't get in. But tonight, the entire venue had been reserved for the Fashion Icon Awards attendees, which meant it was packed with the most powerful, beautiful, and influential people in the world.Sophia moved through the crowd like a queen. Every few steps, people stopped her—a designer wanting to collaborate, an actress begging her to dress them for the Oscars, a socialite trying to secure an invitation to her Paris show next week. She handled each interaction with grace and warmth, but her brothers noticed the slight tightness around her eyes that meant she was exhausted.“You need a break,” Damian said softly, appearing beside her with a glass of champagne."I can't," Sophia replied, accepting the glass but not drinking. "Do you see who's here? That's the editor of Harper's Bazaar, the CEO of LVMH, three different members of European royalty, and—oh my

Within an hour, the Dante family’s dining room stopped looking like a place for fancy dinners. It became a war room. The long table was covered with laptops, phones, photos, sketches, and tablets. Phones kept buzzing nonstop with calls and messages.Sophia stood at the head of the table. She was still wearing her casual morning clothes, but her presence was powerful and focused. This was the same intensity that made her successful in the fashion world. Around her, her brothers worked smoothly, each doing what they were best at, like they had been preparing for this moment.Alexander handled three phone calls at the same time. He spoke with the legal team, the PR team, and the head of security in Paris where Sophia’s show would take place. His ability to manage everything at once was the reason Dante Industries was worth billions.Lorenzo typed quickly on his laptop. He was checking security cameras from Sophia’s studio and matching entry records with staff schedules. His face was shar

Sophia woke to sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains of her suite at the Plaza Athénée, for a moment she was confused. Then the events of last night came rushing back—Jessica's show, the stolen designs, Lorenzo exposing the truth, and the threatening message.She reached for her phone on the marble nightstand, expecting more chaos. What she found instead made her breath catch.Her Instagram was full of support—not from random people, but from the biggest names in fashion.@donatella_versace: "Theft is the lowest form of flattery. Real talent cannot be copied. @sophiadante, the world is waiting for your genius. Show them who you are."@olivier_rousteing: "They can steal your designs but never your vision. Paris is ready for the REAL queen. @sophiadante"@zendaya: "Can't wait to see the actual artist show everyone what ORIGINAL looks like. Team Sophia forever @sophiadante"Even Anna Wintour had posted—something she almost never did: "In years of fashion, I've learned that authe