Chapter 9
The federal courthouse in downtown Manhattan was swarming with aggressive paparazzi and ruthless investigative journalists from coast to coast.
Victoria stepped out of her car, flanked by massive private bodyguards, radiating an aura of untouchable, cinematic authenticity.
Inside the courtroom, David and Margaret sat at the defense table in bright orange jumpsuits, stripped of their grey suits and silk blouses.
When Victoria walked down the center aisle, David’s eyes widened in sudden, quiet shock, his jaw dropping slightly in realization.
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He finally understood that the woman he thought was a naive heiress was actually a brilliant, calculating apex predator.
The judge slammed his wooden gavel, and the highly anticipated trial of the decade officially commenced in dead silence.
