Ronan's POV
I read the request four times before I let myself react to it.
Employment records, residence records. The exact months mapped out like a timeline someone intended to interrogate rather than simply review.
I knew what this was before my legal team finished their summary email. Alexander wasn't trying to understand Bella's life anymore.
He was trying to prove something about it, and the difference mattered more than most people outside a courtroom ever understood.
"He can't get any of this without a warrant," Marisol said, standing in my office doorway the next morning, a folder of her own tucked under one arm.
She had run my legal team for six years, long enough to know when I was about to make a decision out of instinct instead of strategy, and long enough that she nev
