I Had No Idea Why She Framed Me… Until the Truth Was Revealed and Left Her Speechlesss

Six months later.

The heavy wooden doors of the federal courthouse swung open, and a swarm of flashbulbs instantly blinded the hallway.

Emily walked out, her head held high. She wore a stunning, tailored navy-blue power suit, her diamond engagement ring catching the light with every step. Daniel was right beside her, his hand firmly holding hers, exuding the untouchable aura of a man who had won the ultimate war.

"Miss Sinclair! Mr. Vance! Care to comment on the sentencing?" a reporter shouted over the din.

Daniel didn't stop walking, but he offered a sharp, satisfied smile to the cameras. "Justice was served today. That’s all we have to say."

Inside the courtroom, the reality of that justice was still echoing off the mahogany walls.

Vanessa Sterling had screamed hysterically as the judge handed down a fifteen-year sentence for conspiracy and attempted murder. She had tried to blame Marcus, she had tried to cry, she had even tried to bribe the bailiffs on her way out in handcuffs. But the Sterling money was gone, and her high-society mask had permanently melted into the face of a desperate convict.

Marcus Vance had received twenty years. He didn't scream. He just stared at the floor, completely broken, realizing that his endless greed had bought him nothing but a tiny concrete cell.

But it was Arthur Sinclair’s sentencing that brought Emily the most closure.

Given life without the possibility of parole in a supermax facility, Arthur had looked at Emily one last time from the defense table. There was no arrogance left in his amber eyes. Only the haunting realization that the daughter he threw away had become the absolute ruler of his empire.

As they reached the sleek black limousine waiting at the curb, Eleanor Vance was already sitting inside, sipping a glass of champagne.

"Took you long enough," Eleanor quipped as Daniel and Emily climbed into the plush leather seats. "I thought Vanessa's shrieking would crack the courthouse windows. Utterly classless to the bitter end."

Emily laughed, a bright, unburdened sound that filled the car. "She tried to claim she was the victim of a misunderstanding. The judge wasn't buying it."

"Of course not," Eleanor smiled, tapping her glass against Emily’s. "Because the truth always comes out, my dear. And the truth is, the villains are exactly where they belong."

The limousine pulled away from the curb, leaving the flashing cameras and the dark chapter of the past far behind them.

"So," Daniel said, wrapping his arm around Emily and pulling her close. "The cartel is gone. The traitors are in prison. The company is posting record profits. I believe we have a wedding to plan, Miss Sinclair."

"Actually," Emily smiled playfully, tracing the lapel of his suit. "I was thinking we skip the massive gala this time. I’ve had enough flashing cameras and red velvet to last a lifetime."