Margot spent the lunch recess in a secure room with Sterling's security team, who immediately began protocols for moving her to a third safe house. Claire's warning had been specific enough to take seriously—if Gwendolyn had sold information about Margot's location, the threat was real and imminent."We're moving you tonight," Davis said, his expression grim. "Different city this time, not just different suburb. Sterling's arranging a location three hours away."Margot barely heard him. Her mind was stuck on one fact: her mother had sold her out. Not just rejected her, not just denounced her publicly, but actively tried to get her killed."Ms. Bellamy," Sandra Chen entered the room, tablet in hand. "I need to prepare you for this afternoon. Your mother is testifying for the defense.""I know.""It's going to be ugly. Crawford will use her to attack your credibility, paint you as troubled or unstable. She'll likely claim the recording was manipulated or that you misunderstood what you

The courtroom was more crowded than usual when Thaddeus was called to testify. News of Gwendolyn's spectacular implosion had drawn additional press, legal observers, and curious members of the public who'd managed to secure gallery seats. Every eye followed him as he walked to the witness stand.Margot watched from her usual spot, flanked by marshals. Elspeth sat beside her today, having insisted on being present. "I want to see them hear the truth," she'd said that morning. "I want to watch their faces when they finally understand what they did to you."Thaddeus was sworn in, his hand steady on the Bible, his voice clear as he promised to tell the truth. He wore a simple dark suit, nothing flashy, nothing that screamed wealth or power. Just a man preparing to tell his story.Sandra Chen approached with a gentle smile. "Mr. Crane, please state your full name and occupation for the record.""Thaddeus Marcus Crane. I'm the Chairman and CEO of Vanguard Conglomerate.""But three years ago

The courtroom fell silent as Lily Chen was called to testify. At sixteen, she still looked younger than her years—small for her age, with delicate features and dark hair pulled into a simple ponytail. She wore a modest gray dress that Vivienne Ashford had helped her choose, nothing that would draw attention or seem calculated.Margot watched as Lily walked to the witness stand, her steps measured and careful. This was the girl whose rescue had cost Thaddeus three years of his life. The girl whose testimony had triggered the investigation that exposed the network. The girl who'd survived horrors Margot could barely imagine.Lily was sworn in, her voice soft but steady. When she sat, she looked directly at the jury with an openness that seemed almost vulnerable—until you noticed the steel underneath.Sandra Chen approached gently. "Good morning, Lily. Thank you for being here today.""Good morning.""I know this is difficult. We're going to take this slowly, and if you need a break at a

The courtroom lights dimmed as the prosecution prepared to present their final piece of evidence before resting their case. Technicians had spent the lunch recess setting up large screens on both sides of the courtroom, ensuring every juror, every gallery member, every person present would have a clear view of what was about to be shown.Margot felt her stomach tighten. She'd heard about the video footage—security recordings from the Obsidian Lounge that documented the network's operations in brutal clarity. But she hadn't seen it. Sandra Chen had warned her it would be difficult to watch."Your Honor," Sandra said, standing with a tablet in hand. "The prosecution would like to present video evidence obtained from security systems at the Obsidian Lounge. This footage directly documents the conspiracy and criminal operations Judge Blackwell protected."Vincent Crawford stood immediately. "Objection. Video evidence is highly prejudicial. The jury has already heard extensive testimony. T

The city woke up angry.By six in the morning every major network was replaying the same footage: Harrison Blackwell standing in the witness box, red-faced and shouting, explaining why powerful men deserved “services.” The clip cut just before the moment he called children merchandise, but everyone knew what came next. That part had already spread across social media in thousands of reposted clips, each one captioned with disbelief, rage, or grief.Margot watched it from the small kitchen table in the safe house.The television volume was low, but the words still felt loud enough to shake the room.“…the network provides a valuable service…”The clip ended. The anchor began speaking over it, voice tight with controlled outrage.“Legal analysts say yesterday’s testimony may be one of the most damaging self-incriminations ever delivered in a courtroom. Former federal judge Harrison Blackwell appeared to justify child trafficking as a service for powerful clients…”Margot muted the telev