Daphne POV

The fluorescent lights of the federal courtroom felt cold, antiseptic, a stark contrast to the boiling corruption they were supposed to be sanitizing.

The silence was heavy, not respectful, but a pressurized quiet that settled when the foundations of a powerful empire were finally collapsing.

For three years, I had navigated the Black dynasty. Now, as the judge read the verdict, I was merely a witness to the end.

“On the charge of Conspiracy to Commit Financial Fraud, Henry ...