Chapter 8 - THE TRIAL OF THE CENTURY
The federal courtroom was packed to the absolute brim.
Camera crews crowded the courthouse steps.
Inside, the gallery murmured in anticipation.
Alessandro Moretti sat at the defense table in an orange jumpsuit.
His once-impeccable dark hair was uncombed.
His dark eyes glared across the aisle.
Sarah sat in the front row of the gallery, flanked by her legal team and Julian.
She wore a tailored white coat, radiating absolute calm.
The prosecution called its first witness.
Uncle Marco took the stand.
Alessandro’s head snapped toward the witness box in pure disbelief.
“State your name for the record,” the prosecutor instructed.
“Marco Moretti,” the old man said steadily.
“And what is your relationship to the defendant?”
“He is my nephew,” Marco replied without hesitation. “And he ordered the embezzlement of over forty million dollars from family assets.”
An audible gasp echoed through the courtroom.
Alessandro lunged across the table, shouting obscenities.
“Liar! Traitor!” Alessandro roared before bailkeepers tackled him back into his chair.
Sarah watched the spectacle with cold satisfaction.
She caught Marco’s eye for a brief second.
Marco nodded slightly.
He had traded his nephew’s freedom to save his own skin.
The judge slammed his gavel down repeatedly.
“Order in the court! One more outburst and the defendant will be removed!”
Sarah crossed her legs calmly.
The trap was fully closed.
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There was no escape left for Alessandro.
THE END OF CHAPTER 8
