TRISTIN'S POVThe detective leaned forward, his expression intense. "That's what we intend to find out. In the meantime, we'll need to gather more evidence, interview witnesses, and trace the origin of that wanted poster."Eva spoke up, her voice determined. "Detective, Tristin wouldn't harm anyone. He's not capable of murder. There has to be another explanation."The detective nodded, jotting down notes. "I appreciate your input, Miss. We'll investigate every lead thoroughly."As the interrogation stretched on, I couldn't shake the feeling of dread. If someone was trying to frame me for murder, they were doing a damn good job of it. But why John? Why now?The detective listened intently as I recounted my recent interactions and conflicts with business partners. After a moment of reflection, it dawned on me. "Detective, there was someone I had a falling out with recently—Simon Hayes. He was a former business partner who felt betrayed when I decided to go a different direction with the

EVA'S POVI couldn't bring myself to believe the turn of events that had led to Tristin being accused of murder. It was surreal and deeply unsettling.Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and began my research. I started by searching for any recent news articles about John Richards. It didn't take long to find reports mentioning his sudden death, described as a brutal murder in his own home. The details were grim, and the police were appealing for witnesses to come forward.Next, I looked into John Richards' recent activities. I knew from Tristin that their fallout had been bitter, leading to John leaving the sister company they had founded together. Since then, John had launched a rival firm and had been vocal about his intentions to outshine Tristin's company.As I scrolled through social media and business news sites, I noted several heated exchanges between John and Tristin online. They had publicly accused each other of various wrongdoings, and it was evident that their ri

TRISTIN'S POVAs I entered my apartment, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him. The events that was now happening in my life had taken a toll, both mentally and emotionally on me. I paced around my living room, trying to gather my thoughts, but the accusations and implications kept swirling in my mind like a relentless storm.After a restless night, I woke up early, determined to take action. I needed clarity, and the only place I knew I could find it was at my parents' house. They lived in a quiet neighborhood not far from the city, where I and Sophie had grown up and where memories of simpler times still lingered.I decided to go see my parents so while driving over to there, my mind raced with possibilities. What if my parents believed the accusations? What if they couldn't see past the headlines? I pushed those thoughts aside as I pulled into their driveway and rang the doorbell.My mother answered the door, her face lighting up at the sight of me. "Tristin, darling! What a su

SOPHIE'S POVI stormed down the hallway with my heart pounding with frustration and resentment. I have always resented Tristin, my half-brother, for the way he had treated me when we were growing up. He was the golden child, always favored by our parents, while I was the afterthought, the child from our father's second marriage that never quite fit in.I entered my room and I slammed the door shut, trying to block out the chaos brewing in the house. I paced back and forth, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. Tristin's arrest had sent shockwaves through their family, but for me, it was more than just a shock—it was a vindication of everything I have felt about him.Sitting down on my bed, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my thoughts. I knew my parents were blinded by their love for Tristin, but I couldn't ignore the evidence staring them all in the face. Tristin had always been reckless, impulsive, and capable of anything when he was younger. Could he really have committed

SOPHIE'S POV"You think that's clouding your judgment?" Eva asked gently."Maybe," I admitted reluctantly. "But I can't shake this feeling that there's something we're missing, something that could prove his innocence."Eva nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Let's keep digging. Maybe there's a detail we've overlooked, a lead we haven't followed up on. Together, we can figure this out."I nodded gratefully, a flicker of determination sparking inside me. "Thanks, Eva. I needed to hear that."We spent the next few hours huddled over Eva's laptop, poring over news articles, witness statements, and any other information they could find. As we sifted through the details, I felt a sense of purpose rekindled. I might not have all the answers yet, but with Eva by my side, I was determined to uncover the truth— whatever it might be.As me and Eva sifted through the information late into the night, we discovered a discrepancy in the timeline presented by the prosecution. A witness statement the