(LANCE)
The courtroom was thick with tension as we returned from the second recess. My c*m was still leaking down Eliona’s thighs beneath her modest black dress, a secret brand no one else could see. I sat beside my lawyer, her hand tight in mine under the table, while the judge called the session back to order.
Elena remained in her wheelchair on the witness stand, pale but resolute. Her testimony had already shaken the prosecution. My sister — the woman who once betrayed me to “save” the company — was now burning every bridge she had built to give us a fighting chance.
The judge looked at me, then at Eliona, then at the packed gallery.
“After reviewing the evidence, the testimony of Elena Bistros, and the cooperation agreements presented, the court has reached its preliminary ruling
