Chapter 153

ARIANA'S POV

The trial against Reginald Thornton-Frost, was grueling and relentless. Every day, as I sat in the courtroom, memories of my ordeal washed over me. The press attention was overwhelming, cameras flashing incessantly, and reporters bombarding us with questions as we navigated through the courthouse.

Reginald sat at the defense table, his expression a mask of calm confidence, his legal team—a squad of high-powered attorneys—whispering strategies and objections. He was an accomplished billionaire, after all. He could afford the best. But so could I.

Our legal team was formidable, led by an unflinching young woman named Rachel Stevens. She had a reputation for dismantling even the most airtight defenses. I watched her now as she grilled Reginald's personal assistant, extracting every incriminating detail from his reluctant testimony.

The courtroom was packed. Spectators and journalists filled every seat, their eyes fixed on the proceedings.

“Ms. Stevens,” the judge said, his