Raphael's POV

I paced back and forth in the living room, my hands clenched into fists at my sides. The disbelief still hadn’t worn off.

My own mother had orchestrated all of this.

The breaking news, the strategically leaked evidence that pinned everything on the lawyer—everything was her doing. That poor bastard never stood a chance. He was a fool for letting her know I had already uncovered the truth behind the infringement. And now, she had spun the story perfectly, painting him as ...