I never told my in-laws that I am the daughter of the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. When I was seven months pregnant, they forced me to cook the entire Christmas dinner alone. My mother-in-law even made me eat standing up in the kitchen, claiming it was ‘good for the baby.’ When I tried to sit down, she pushed me so hard I began to miscarry. I reached for my phone to call the police, but my husband snatched it away and mocked me: ‘I’m a lawyer. You won’t win.’ I looked him straight in the eyes and said calmly: ‘Then call my father.’ He laughed as he dialed, unaware that his legal career was about to end.”

Chapter 5: The Verdict

Two minutes later, the house shook.

It wasn’t a knock. It was a breach.

The front door exploded inward with a deafening crash. Flash-bang grenades detonated in the hallway, filling the house with blinding light and ear-shattering noise.

FEDERAL AGENTS! ON THE GROUND!

Sylvia screamed and crawled under the table. Mark ran into the pantry.

David stood frozen in the middle of the kitchen, hands raised and shaking violently.

Six men in full tactical gear stormed the kitchen. They carried assault rifles and wore vests labeled “US MARSHAL.”

“Contact front!” one shouted.

DOWN! NOW!

An agent tackled David. He slammed him hard, smashing his face into the blood-smeared tiles right beside me. David screamed as his arm was twisted behind his back.

“Don’t shoot! I’m a lawyer!” David yelled.

“Shut up!” the agent barked, zip-tying his wrists.

Another agent—a medic—knelt beside me.