The morning sun cast a sterile glow over the courthouse steps, highlighting the line of reporters and flashing cameras that had been gathering since dawn. It was as if the entire city had decided to witness the downfall of the woman who had so long wielded power and fear like weapons. Inside, the air was thick with anticipation, the kind of charged silence that pressed against the walls and made every heartbeat echo like a drum.
Samantha entered the courtroom with her usual arrogance, but it no longer fit. Handcuffs glinted against her tailored suit, the metal cold and unyielding—a sharp contrast to the warm, polished floors she had once walked with absolute control. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on familiar faces—lawyers, journalists, witnesses—but none of them seemed intimidated. N
