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Drew shifted slightly behind her, adjusting Drey against his chest as the baby stirred faintly before settling again. Layla’s lawyer stood once more. “The plaintiff calls Belinda Hayes to the stand.” Belinda froze for a second, her fingers tightened in her lap. Then she stood up slowly, and carefully. Her steps toward the witness stand were hesitant, but determined, she kept her eyes down, refusing to look at Jasper as she passed him. Jasper, however, watched her closely, like a predator observing prey. Belinda room the oath, her voice trembling slightly as she swore to tell the truth.

Greta immediately added after being surprised for almost a minute. The judge didn't say anything and then turned to look at Harrison. “Any cross examination?” Harrison looked completely confused. He must have never thought that there was an actual witness who was there when my mom signed the will. He turned to look at Clara who urged him with her eyes and then sighed with resignation. “No, your honor. No cross examination.” “Good. You can leave the witness stand, Mr Blake.” He turned to Clara. “Ms. Shane, you were never the owner of this company.”

"There isn't." She sits. "The witness is excused," the judge says. I stand. I walk back across the courtroom. Eleven steps to the stand. Eleven steps back. I sit beside my attorney and I fold my hands on the table and I breathe. My attorney leans close. "That," she says quietly, "was exactly right." I nod. Look forward at the bench. Adriana is already on her feet. "The prosecution calls Vivienne Laurent." The doors at the back of the courtroom open.

Still, his gaze cut into me, as if to say the game wasn’t over. Beside him sat Kayla. Her stomach was already showing, yet her expression remained hard. She kept her head lowered, though occasionally she glanced at me with scorn. My heart pounded. I wanted to retreat, but Liam’s words echoed in my head: Look at me if you’re afraid. I turned right. Liam sat in the expert witness chair, his eyes locked on me with unwavering certainty. I drew in a long breath and stepped up to the witness stand. The judge struck the gavel three times. “Court is now in session. Prosecution, please call your first witness.”

When everyone was seated, Judge Trayner pointed to our table, “Miss Gordon, please call your first witness.” Lacey stood, “Your Honor, I would like to call the petitioner, Harlequin Frost.” I walked up to the stand and held up my right hand as I swore to tell the truth, so help me God. I sat down in the chair provided and aimed the microphone toward me.

At the end of the trial, I will ask you to find Maja not guilty". He finished and return back to his seat giving room for the bailiff to move on to the next stage. "Witnesses, please stand and raise your right hand. Do each of you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?" "I do" they all replied. "Prosecuting Attorney, call your first witness" the judge permitted and immediately Alicia stood up. "Thank you, your honor; I call Mrs Castillo to the stand" a devastated looking Mrs Castillo glared at me before heading up to the witness box. "Mrs Castillo where were you on the day your husband was murdered?" Alicia asked the first question. "In New Jersey, I went to vis

“I’d like to call Miss Iris Paulman to the witness stand, to testify my client’s innocence.” My heart suddenly started ramming hard in my chest as the judge’s small eyes found me on the left pew, prompting me to my feet, and I trudged towards the witness stand, wringing my sweaty palms together in front of me. “We’ll ask you a few questions after you take the pledge that you say only the truth as long as you’re on that stand,” the consigliere explained to me, and I nodded slowly in understanding. He signaled to the bailiff, who walked towards me with an open book, which I suspected to be the oath book.

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t know what I saw.” “Of course,” the attorney said smoothly. “But it does mean your perception may have been impaired.” By the time he finished, the witness looked small, uncertain, like someone who had walked into the wrong room by mistake. When he stepped down from the stand, the damage was already done. I felt it settle into the room, heavy and undeniable. I glanced at Alexander, he sat perfectly composed, eyes forward, expression unreadable, I could see the confidence in his posture. This was exactly what he had paid for.

I had reported him. I had put him behind bars. And now I needed to see it through. Slowly, I rose from my seat. The courtroom seemed impossibly quiet as I made my way toward the witness stand. Every footstep echoed in my ears. I could practically feel my father's gaze burning into me. When I finally reached the stand, I was sworn in. The oath felt like a blur. A few moments later, my father's attorney stepped forward. A polite smile rested on his face.

She hadn't looked back at us once since we walked in. Riley, her abuser, sat across the room next to his lawyer, eyes fixed somewhere on the wall above the judge's head. "The witness may take the stand," the judge said. June stood. Her heels clicked against the floor the whole way to the box. She sat, and a clerk asked her to state her name, and her voice came out steadier than I expected. "June Smith." The prosecutor, a woman with sharp glasses and a folder thick with papers, walked toward her slowly.