CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY EIGHT – MANY ENEMIES WITHIN

"Members of the jury, in the grand tradition of this nation's most sordid family dynasties, today you'll bear witness to the cold-blooded depths one will plumb for power, prestige...and revenge." Rubio paced before the rapt spectators, her sleek sheath dress and killer heels adding an extra few inches of stature that radiated pure command. "You'll hear directly from the victim's own trusted confidante about Mr. Preston's steadily devolving grasp on reality and willingness to destroy any obstacles in his path. Including his own flesh and blood." Charlotte felt the weight of every accusing stare in the room, each one a silent indictment that raised the fine hairs on the back of her neck. With a herculean effort, she kept her chin raised proudly even as traitorous tears burned behind her lashes. For Julian, she reminded herself. This was for Julian. Across the aisle, Alexander lounged with a sibilant lack of concern, lips curved once more in that detestable half-smile. And beside him