Exposed to the CEO Behind the Mafia Mask novel Chapter 489

489 Chapter 85 Freedom at Last

Daniel’s POVO

The day of reckoning had finally arrived. After what felt like an endless battle against my father’s judicial puppets, the divorce hearing was

scheduled for today.

As I paced the marble corridors of the federal courthouse, tension coursed through my veins like molten steel. The hearing was minutes away, and Sasha was nowhere to be found. The last thing I needed was for her to pull another theatrical disappearing act on the day that would determine my freedom from the Martinez family’s political web.

“Inspector Martinez,” I turned to my legal counsel, Dr. Citadel, unable to mask my concern. “If Sasha doesn’t appear, will the judge postpone the hearing?”

“It depends on the circumstances,” Dr. Citadel replied with the unshakable confidence that had made him the most feared attorney in our circles. “But don’t worry. I’ve prepared compelling arguments for the judge to rule today. I even had a private consultation with him yesterday.”

–

His calm demeanor was reassuring. Dr. Citadel was a master of the political chess game that ruled our world – steady voice, unshakable presence, and connections that reached into every corner of the justice system. Unlike my father’s crude attempts at judicial bribery, Dr. Citadel operated through legitimate channels and superior legal strategy.

When we were called into the courtroom, Sasha still hadn’t made an appearance. My lawyer was about to begin his opening argument when the mahogany doors burst open. Sasha strode in with her attorney, making an entrance as dramatic as the spoiled princess of a fallen political dynasty.

“This is such a waste of time, Daniel,” she complained immediately, her

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voice echoing in the formal chamber.

The federal judge’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Counsel, please remind

your

client this isn’t her family’s private drawing room.”

“We’re cutting it close, Your Honor,” her lawyer responded nervously,

clearly intimidated by the judicial authority that even mafia money couldn’t fully control.

“Actually, you’re late,” the judge corrected tersely. “Let’s proceed with this

matter.”

After completing the hearing, th

“Your Honor

their share

divorce s

under

stat

I

sary formalities and explaining the purpose of gnized Sasha’s legal counsel.

espite her deep affection for her husband and hin respected family circles, is willing to grant the ears to be his desire. However, he filed incorrectly tion, therefore I request dismissal of his petition,” he tured confidence.

under the polished table, watching Sasha perform her ed wife of a powerful law enforcement official. Her

y blood burn with rage that threatened to explode past my straint.

sponded with surgical precision. “Your Honor, we’re here to ious error resulting from systematic judicial eorruption. The used to annul the previous divorce contained forged signatures processed through

ed channels. We shouldn’t be

g a new divor legitimate

of crimin

ge stud

Dr.

one was properly executed

ulment was nothing but the dice system.”

reen intently, reviewing the extensive ted – forensic reports, financial records,

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and testimony from witnesses who had finally found the courage to speak against my father’s network.

“Mrs. Martinez,” the judge finally spoke, his tone carrying the weight of federal authority that even mafia families respected. “When the divorce decree was annulled, there wasn’t a proper hearing, just submitted documents processed through questionable channels. Did you personally witness your husband signing these annulment documents?”

“Me? Of course I did,” Sasha lied with the boldness of someone who had

family connections made her untouchable. “We were motional when we discovered the pregnancy.”

grown up bel together.

Dr. Ci

dea

ar

gestured for me to remain patient, his years of experience tically connected families evident in his measured

have you maintained residence these past years?” the judge his methodical questioning.

anced nervously at her attorney, clearly unprepared for this line of

“In Greenleaf.”

ou absolutely certain about that location?” the judge pressed, his carrying the authority of someone who had already verified the facts.

absolutely,” she answered, but her voice had lost its earlier conviction.

hat’s sufficient testimony,” the judge declared, typing something into his omputer with decisive keystrokes. When he finished, he addressed the ntire courtroom. “I’ve reached my decision based on the evidence

presented. I’m reinstating the

Martinez has clearly

confirm she’s main

Greenleaf. Furth

ning docum

divorce decree from years ago. Mrs.

today – federal records

ese past years, not

ssed Inspector Martinez

lysis proves beyond doubt

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that those signatures were expertly forged.”

Relief washed over me like a cleansing tide, the tension draining from my body as I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. My legal counsel had masterfully gathered irrefutable evidence proving Sasha had lived outside our jurisdiction all this time, that we never met during the alleged reconciliation period, and included scientific reports confirming the signatures weren’t mine.

“I assume your client won’t pursue an appeal of my decision, since she

stated her willingn

lawyer with poin

“Your Honor.

support…”

“Assets

and

in

ant the divorce,” the judge addressed Sasha’s

ess.

is the matter of asset division and spousal gan desperately.

properly divided through the original proceedings, ved a substantial settlement at that time,” the judge “As I’m reinstating the previous federal divorce decree, ional assets requiring division. And with no children this union, there’s no basis for discussing ongoing support

lly destroy me like this, Daniel? After everything our families ther?” Sasha’s voice trembled with carefully manufactured

Sasha!” I snapped, my patience finally exhausted. “We’ve been divorced for years while you lived in Boston without a single thought me or our supposed marriage. You’ve only returned because you

access to somethin

iel, please…” sh

ched with gr

selor,”

nuine relationship with me.”

ely interrupted as the judge

rofessional courtesy

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masking steel, “it would be wise for both parties to waive appeals, or your client might find herself facing federal charges. She just committed perjury before a federal judge, and we possess comprehensive proof of signature forgery and document fraud. If you persist with this charade, we’ll be compelled to demonstrate your client’s pattern of criminal deception.”

Sasha’s lawyer sighed heavily and whispered urgently in her ear. Her face registered genuine alarm for the first time as the reality of federal prosecution dawned on her, finally understanding that her family’s local political connection

nt nothing in this jurisdiction.

“We waive our r

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