Chapter 111 Chapter 111
Dominic’s POV
Each footstep sounded louder than it should, like the building itself was teasing me with its echo. The tension that had been building inside me all morning now rolled dangerously just beneath the surface, crawling through my neck and coiling down my spine.
I could still feel Stanley’s voice in my bones calm, cold and confident. Like a man who’d already won.
And Liana … Liana hadn’t looked away once. Not when she stood her ground. Not when she spoke my name like it tasted like ash, not even when I tried to meet her gaze with whatever trace of guilt I thought would matter. She didn’t flinch. Her eyes were steady and filled with something more dangerous than fury.
Conviction. And that… that made something twist, deep in my gut.
“We need to talk,” I said curtly to my legal team the moment the doors closed behind us.
My barrister who was once the sharpest legal mind I knew, shuffled beside me like a man dodging landmines. “We’ll regroup at my office. Let the others head out first. You don’t need too many ears right now.”
I waved off the rest of the team, jaw clenched so tightly it felt like my teeth were grinding against each other. I hated the calmness in their expressions, the silent exchange of glances, the quiet panic no one dared voice. They were supposed to be unshakable, I paid them to be unshakeable.
The ride back to his office was silent, but my thoughts were anything but silent. Every moment from the trial replayed in my head. If they had new evidence, something that hadn’t been disclosed before pre-trial, that meant one thing, we’d been blindsided.
That had never happened to me and I can't help but wonder if Mason missed something. No. He wouldn’t, would he?
As soon as we reached the office, I walked past the receptionist, past the open layout buzzing with whispers and eyes pretending not to follow me, and into his private conference room. He shut the glass doors behind us with a hard click and sank into the leather chair. I pulled out my phone and dialed It.
“Boss,” Mason answered immediately like an obedient shadow.
“Mason.” My voice was steady. “Why didn’t you tell me there was new evidence?”
He paused for a moment before he answered me. “What new evidence?”
I stiffened. “The one the Lawyer brought up in court today.”
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, voice trembling slightly. “I’ve been monitoring every update, every document filed. There’s nothing new or official.”
My jaw clenched again. “Mason, are you saying you don’t know what they’re using against me?”
“I swear, sir. I have no idea.”
Silence fell between us for a moment. It was heavy and thick and my grip on the phone tightened until the plastic complained. “I see,” I said coldly.
Then I ended the call and sat in calculated silence.
Behind me, my barrister finally spoke. “That’s not good.”
I didn’t answer him. I just stared out the window eyes fixed on the skyline but seeing nothing. “They’re playing dirty,” he muttered, rubbing his temple like he was having a migraine. “Or someone’s feeding them from the inside.”
“Mason’s clean,” I snapped, perhaps more sharply than I meant to. “But he’s blind this time.”
“Which means they’ve got someone else. Someone who knows how to bypass the official channels.” He took a slow breath. “Someone smarter and older.”
“Someone more dangerous,” I corrected.
We both knew what that meant. There was a second leak, one we hadn’t accounted for and whoever they were, they weren’t sloppy.
He moved to the whiteboard, opening the marker with a flick. “They want to blindside us at trial. And if today was any indication… they’re succeeding.”
I paced the room, tension rippling through every of my step. “They want me to panic, they want me flailing before we even reach the cross examinations.”
“They’re doing more than that, Dominic,” he said. “They’re crafting something with precision. Every angle is deliberate… I feel like every piece of evidence is timed because how did they come up with that?” He scribbled dates and names across the board, forming multiple dots of connections. “One by one, the charges are lining up like dominos. If they push the abuse angle, mix it with the memory loss, the financial irregularities…”
“They don’t even need full convictions,” I finished bitterly. “Just enough to bury my reputation and to make me untrustworthy in the court’s eyes.”
He nodded grimly. “That’s all it’ll takes. One solid emotional appeal, and the judge will lean their way.”
I dragged a hand through my hair, trying to wrestle back control of the situation. “So what’s our move?”
“let us pivot.”
“To what?”
“Discredit the witnesses.” He didn’t flinch as he said it. “Especially Liana.”
I froze. “But Liana is clean.”
“And vulnerable.” There was something dangerous in his voice now.
“Emotionally… mentally. We pull at that thread. Make her look unstable and paint her as vengeful. She is a scorned woman on a mission to destroy you. Say the prenup accusations are a product of bitterness from the divorce.”
“And Serena?”
He hesitated, then looked away. “She’s… messy right now,her memory loss is both a weapon and a liability. Let's lean into the idea that her trauma may be self-induced. Or psychosomatic. Or at worst conveniently timed.”
I stared at him. “So you’re suggesting we destroy her credibility.”
“No,” he said. “We tilt it. We don’t need the jury to hate her. Just to doubt her… that’s all we need. One seed of uncertainty and we still have the evidence from Mason..”
I turned away, unable to look at him for a moment.
This was the game. I’d always known that. But hearing it laid out so plainly twisted something in my chest.
“You think we can win this?” I asked, my voice low.
He looked at me, hard-eyed and unflinching. “If we control the story, yes. But if we let them keep the upper hand they might bring in a surprise and if they bring one more surprise, we’re done.”