Suddenly, as if they had been informed via speed dial, reporters from various news channels in Southlake arrived. They lunged their cameras toward Moscow and Isabella, capturing every moment as the couple slowly stepped out of their house, their hands raised in surrender. The flashing lights illuminated their faces, exposing the emotions of fear and disbelief etched upon them. The air was thick with tension as they fell to their knees, their movements shaky and reluctant, before officers swiftly moved in to handcuff them, securing their hands behind their backs."Hello, great people of Southlake! We are live from the suburban area of Southlake City, where former presidential candidate Moscow Green and his wife, Isabella Green, have been arrested with immediate effect," the reporter announced with urgency, standing at the forefront of the unfolding drama.A brief pause heightened the suspense before she continued, "Reports reaching us indicate that Moscow Green was actually behind the

Three days passed like the rush of a bored reader flipping the pages of an uninteresting book so hurriedly. Each hour felt like an eternity for Moscow and Isabella, who had been locked in the cold, suffocating cell. But today was different. Today was their judgment.Attorney Johnson arrived at the station quite early, his presence a small beacon of hope for Moscow. With a few words exchanged between the officers, Moscow was led out of his cell. Though he was still handcuffed and leg-cuffed, the fresh air of the outside world was a stark relief compared to the claustrophobic walls of his confinement. Meanwhile, Isabella sat stiffly in a chair provided in the front office of the police station, her mind a whirlwind of anxious thoughts.A police van pulled up, its metallic doors creaking open. Without a word, both Moscow and Isabella were tossed inside. The vehicle rumbled to life, beginning the tense journey toward the court. The air between them was thick with unspoken fears, yet neith

Murmurs erupted in the court, a wave of hushed whispers sweeping through the crowd like ripples in a pond. But the murmuring was soon silenced by the sudden, commanding shout of the bailiff.“Order!” The bailiff struck the gavel against the sound block, and a perfect silence fell over the courtroom. The weight of the moment hung in the air.Attorney Benjamin wasted no time. “Is that all that happened, Lurel?” he asked, his voice firm yet patient.A heavy silence followed. Lurel looked down at his feet, his shoulders sagging under an invisible weight. Then, after a deep breath, he exhaled audibly.“That was not all that happened,” he admitted, his voice laced with regret. The courtroom tensed. Attorney Benjamin turned his attention toward Moscow, whose expression darkened.From the dock, Moscow stared at Lurel, his face a mask of barely contained rage. He didn’t even notice Attorney Benjamin watching him; his focus was solely on the man he had once trusted.His eyes burned red with fur

Everyone turned to each other in the courtroom. Attorney Benjamin’s words were nothing but brutal, as if he had an altercation with Moscow beforehand.In the same manner, Alex looked unfazed by the pronouncement of Attorney Benjamin. He understood that the attorney was merely doing his job, so there should be no fuss about it, right?On the other hand, Anastasia couldn’t believe her ears. For Attorney Benjamin to pronounce such a punishment on Moscow meant to her that he must have done a lot of that before. She wondered how he could still sleep well at night, given the nature of his job.“Order!” The skiff hit the hammer on the wood, and all the murmurings in the court instantly disappeared.“Ahem!” Judge Biden cleared his throat at that moment.He had presided over many brutal cases in Southlake, so to him, this was just another. He wasn’t triggered by Attorney Benjamin’s brutal words. As the attorney spoke, Judge Biden simply nodded, believing in the pronouncement of this severe pun

Alex stood before the full-length mirror, adjusting the crisp lapels of his tailored suit. The early morning light streamed through the open window, casting a golden glow on his reflection. His sharp features, sculpted by years of discipline and hard work, mirrored the confidence he felt inside. Today was the day—his swearing-in as the President of Velmoria.As he straightened his tie, a faint smile touched his lips. He had come a long way from the young businessman who had fought tirelessly to build his empire. Now, he was about to take on an even greater responsibility: leading an entire nation.Stepping away from the mirror, he turned toward the bedroom door. As he descended the grand staircase, his wife, Anastasia, stood at the bottom, watching him with admiration. She couldn't take her eyes off the man she had married—the man she had fought for against all odds.For a moment, her mind drifted back to the past. She remembered the endless nights of battling the criticisms of the el