Chapter 9 - The Trial of the Century
Two months later, the federal courthouse in downtown Chicago was packed to the absolute brim.
Cameras flashed outside the marble columns as the trial of Sarah Miller, alias Serena Montigue, commenced under massive public scrutiny. The charges were staggering: wire fraud, multi-million-dollar embezzlement, identity theft, child endangerment, and conspiracy to commit corporate espionage on behalf of international crime syndicates.
Lily sat in the front row of the gallery, flanked by Marco Ruiz and Sarah Gable. Beside her sat Victor Blackwood, holding little Ethan on his lap as the toddler played quietly with a wooden toy truck.
On the witness stand, federal investigators systematically dismantled Serena’s entire facade. Financial ledgers, secret offshore accounts, audio recordings from estate surveillance, and medical reports detailing her calculated abuse of the Blackwood heir were laid bare before a stunned federal jury.
Serena sat at the defense table, her head bowed, refusing to look toward the gallery. Her high-society defenders didn't even attempt a closing argument; the evidence was overwhelming, airtight, and catastrophic.
The jury deliberated for a mere thirty-four minutes.
When the foreperson stood and delivered a unanimous verdict of Guilty on all counts, a murmur rippled through the courtroom gallery.
The presiding federal judge didn't hesitate.
"Sarah Miller, your systematic abuse of power, betrayal of public trust, and calculated cruelty toward an innocent child demonstrate a profound lack of remorse," the judge declared, his voice ringing with absolute authority. "I sentence you to thirty-five years in a federal penitentiary without the possibility of parole."
The gavel came down with a sharp, echoing crack.
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Clack.
Serena was handcuffed on the spot by federal marshals and led away through the side doors, disappearing into the subterranean cells below the courthouse—never to threaten a family, a child, or an innocent soul ever again.
