Claimed By The Mafia Rogue King (Snow and Cupid) novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330

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The courtroom hung in a suffocating hush, thick as winter fog rolling off a frozen lake. Every breath drawn by the spectators.

Some crammed shoulder–to–shoulder on the wooden benches, others watching through grainy live feeds in distant offices, kitchens, moving vehicles, felt stolen from the air itself.

The weight of revelation pressed down, unrelenting, on every soul present.

Eshan Frost stood at the center of it all, tall and unyielding, his prosecutor’s suit crisp yet somehow carrying the faint chill of the frost his name evoked.

His voice, when it cut through again, was measured, clear, carrying the precise cadence of a man who had rehearsed this moment in the dead of night, over and over, until the words became blades.

“Feroz Alpha,” he said, each syllable deliberate, “you have confessed without hesitation, without evasion, to the brutal stabbing and subsequent gang rape of an underage Mooncrest girl.

“You and your accomplices, your so–called pack, violated her in ways no child should ever endure. You have admitted it here, under oath, before this court and before the world. False or true?”

Feroz sat in the front row of the defendants‘ bench, shoulders broad, posture almost relaxed, as though he were attending a tedious business meeting rather than facing judgment for monstrosity.

His face bore no trace of shame, no flicker of regret. Only a cold, steady certainty. He inclined his head once, a small, almost courteous nod.

“True.”

The word landed like a stone dropped into still water.

Ripples of murmurs erupted instantly across the gallery. Sharp intakes of breath, stifled curses, the soft click of camera shutters firing in frantic succession.

Someone at the back let out a choked sob; another voice hissed, low and venomous, “Monster.”

Eshan’s jaw tightened, a muscle leaping beneath the skin, but his eyes never left Feroz’s face. He allowed the sound to crest and then fade before pressing forward.

“Why?” The single word carried the full force of outrage held tightly leashed. “Why did you do it?”

Feroz paused. For the first time, something shifted across his features.

A faint crease between his brows, as though the question required him to reach into a memory he had long preferred to leave buried. When he spoke, his voice was low, almost contemplative.

“Because she was a Mooncrest.”

The name itself ignited fresh outrage. Whispers swelled into open exclamations.

“I can’t believe this. Because she’s a Mooncrest?”

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“What kind of pathetic justification is that? He’s just evil. Pure, irredeemable evit!”

Eshan did not flinch. He simply waited for the noise to subside, then continued, voice steady as granite.

“Who were your accomplices?”

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Feroz turned slowly, deliberately. His gaze swept first to the row where mother sat rigid beside, her hands clenched white knuckled n her lap.

Then it drifted, lingering to his men and finally to the Frost family section. At last, those eyes returned to Eshan himself

‘She is not here,” Feroz said quietly. “Viviana Frost orchestrated the entire plan. She drew the map, chose the time, the place. 1 and my men merely executed what was asked of us.”

A collective gasp ripped through the room. Eshan’s expression remained composed, but his fingers tightened imperceptibly around he edge of the lectern.

‘And Ares Bani?”

Feroz’s frown deepened momentarily, as though dredging up the name required effort. Then recognition flickered.

‘He was there,” he confirmed. “Watching. Pretending to be the savior when it suited him.”

The silence that followed was glacial, heavy enough to crush bone.

Eshan opened the folder before him, eyes scanning lines already seared into memory, buying a heartbeat to steady himself.

Then he lifted the remote and projected two images side by side on the vast screen behind the bench.

One consist of the victim from four years prior, me bloodied and broken in that infamous dark alley; the other of Mr. Lins Krates, decades dead in his own study, the wound patterns eerily, sickeningly identical.

“The Dark Alley case has now converged with the long–unsolved murder of Mr. Lins Krates,” Eshan stated, voice ringing clear. “You are the prime suspect in both. Did you kill Mr. Krates?”

Feroz lifted his gaze to the images. He studied them briefly, almost clinically then met Eshan’s eyes again.

‘Yes.”

“How dare you!” The cry tore from Tally V in the gallery, raw and shattering.

The judge’s gavel cracked sharply. Once, twice, demanding order. When quiet returned, brittle and fragile, Eshan pressed on.

“Why, Feroz Alpha? Why did you kill Lins Krates in his study?”

Feroz looked away for the first time, jaw working as though the truth tasted bitter even on his tongue.

The courtroom waited, breath held. Eshan repeated the question, quieter now, but no less insistent.

“Why did you kill him?”

Finally, Feroz answered, voice flat, stripped of inflection.

“Because he saw me stab my father.”

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The gasp from Feroz’s mother was visceral. A sound torn from the depths of a breaking heart. Her face drained of color until she looked like marble, fragile and about to crack.

Cameras flashed mercilessly, capturing every tremor of her lips, every tear that spilled. Reporters scribbled furiously, the air itself seemed to taste of scandal and old betrayal.

“Feroz…” Her voice cracked, pleading. “Why? Why would you kill your own father?”

He did not look at her. Not once. His silence was louder than any denial.

Eshan exhaled softly, a sound that carried exhaustion and finality in equal measure. He turned to the bench, inclined his head in formal respect.

“That is all, Your Honor.”

He had begun to step back toward the prosecution table when Feroz’s voice sliced through the quiet once more. Calm, almost amused.

“That’s all?”

Eshan paused, turning back, brow furrowed in genuine confusion.

“Excuse me?”

“I asked… if that is all.”

“If you have more confessions to extract, proceed,” Eshan said and this got Feroz to set his jaw, hard and unyielding.

“I came here myself. No resistance. No games. I’ve admitted everything you asked. Dark Alley, the old murder, all of it. I answered patiently. I waited for the one question I expected you to ask. But you never did.”

The room held its breath again. Eshan took one measured step forward.

“And what question would that be?”

“The drugs.”

The word detonated. Tension rippled outward like shockwaves from an explosion. Every eye widened; every spine straightened.

Eshan tilted his head, assessing.

“If we open the Marlik Rogue case… if we delve into the H.O.W.L. raid on your warehouses, the seizure of that cache, you understand you will face additional, severe charges. Multiple counts. Enhanced sentencing.”

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