The Mafia's Bride: Reborn in Humiliation

brutally cold. The leaden sk

"accidental" death, though it was little mo

d decide if Sophia bore resp

t the plaintiff's bench, clutching the

to me-some pitying, some indiffer

ily made me an outsider. Now, with my sister dead and my

it, her makeup flawless, a faint smile playing on her lips

viding her false testimony

asses, and focused expression as he reviewed documents, m

ng at me softly over candlelit dinne

estify for the woman

he plaintiff, Elena Rossi, accuses the defendant, Sophia Visconti, of murdering h

is tie, his voice clear an

, devoid of emotion, a

ou may presen

Dixon was a kind, ordinary florist who never harmed anyone. On December 15, she went to the docks to deliver fl

phia firing the gun, her cold i

ed whispers in

ed briefly before re

s turn c

present at the scene. I can confirm Sophia Visconti is innocent. As Miss Visconti stated, Dia

stop myself. "That wasn't s

," he paused, pulling a report from his files, "we have evidence showing Diana B

h rage. "Diana never had any ment

his voice chilling. "This is

s. "I request to call

y members, all swearing Diana attacked

essional and composed, as if Soph

lt only estrangeme

n I was sick, who fought his family for me, now trampled

ents, the elder

retched lik

gloomy sky, despair

lways trumped everything. Justice

fter deliberation, we find the defendant, Sophia

om erupted

she looked at me, her eyes brim

my chair, drained

illed for nothing? The murd

s glasses and rubbing his brow.

, maybe. For me, this is just the beginning. Vin

n my ear. "Elena, don't do anything foolish. For

nt plea, but it was

a bitter laugh ri

son lying dead on that cold doc

d, and stumbled out

ed outside, cutting

e pain in my heart

tasted so

me, only darkness