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I BUILT MY CAREER ON WINNING — EVEN WHEN MY CLIENT TRIED TO MURDER EVERYONE IN HIS WAY

I BUILT MY CAREER ON WINNING — EVEN WHEN MY CLIENT TRIED TO MURDER EVERYONE IN HIS WAY He built his reputation fast and loud, stacking victories like trophies and wearing his spotless record like armor. Each case reinforced the same belief: that he was smarter, sharper, untouchable. When he chose to defend a man everyone else recoiled from, he did not see blood or betrayal—he saw leverage. The deaths, the attempted assassinations, the public outrage were reduced to obstacles on a board he believed he already controlled. To him, the law was not a moral system but a game, and he had never learned how to lose. What he did not expect was resistance that did not flinch. Two seasoned lawyers stepped into the prosecution’s orbit, methodical and relentless, pressing from angles he dismissed too easily. They did not grandstand or rush. They watched. They documented. And while the courtroom became his stage, they worked the margins—exposing inconsistencies, tightening timelines, and forcing the truth to surface piece by piece. In response, he escalated. Every delay, every technicality, every ethically gray maneuver he could justify, he used. Warnings came quietly at first, then louder, then unmistakable—but he heard only his own confidence echoing back at him. As the case dragged forward, the victories he counted became harder to define. Allies thinned. The noise outside the courtroom grew darker, angrier, closer. Still, he convinced himself this was the final stretch, the moment where everything would break in his favor if he just pushed harder and ignored the cost. Whether the system bends for him one last time—or finally snaps—is something the record never makes clear. What is certain is that when the doors close and the lights dim, he is left alone with a version of himself that no longer looks like a winner, and a silence that feels less like success and more like judgment waiting to be delivered. CONNECTED STORIES: I’M CHASING AN ACTIVIST WHO KILLED HIS FAMILY AND ALMOST KILLED HIS GIRLFRIEND    • I’M CHASING AN ACTIVIST WHO KILLED HIS FAM...   I BECAME A PROTESTER TO SAVE THE PLANET — NOW I’M ON THE RUN AND EVERYONE SAYS I KILLED A CHILD    • I BECAME A PROTESTER TO SAVE THE PLANET — ...   MY BOYFRIEND TRIED TO KILL ME — I WAS PARALYZED FOR DAYS SURROUNDED BY OUR DEAD FRIENDS    • MY BOYFRIEND TRIED TO KILL ME — I WAS PARA...   Disclaimer: The short stories shared by me include both original works and selected stories borrowed from Reddit. All original stories are my own creations and are protected by copyright laws. Any reproduction, distribution, or use of my original content—whether in part or in full—without my explicit written permission is strictly prohibited. For stories sourced from Reddit, full credit is given to the original authors whenever possible. These stories are shared for entertainment purposes only, with respect to the original creators. Some older work files featured on this channel were borrowed from Reddit stories, and those too are credited where possible. The majority of the audio files used across my platforms belong to Raven Media, Daily Peanut Story (Daily Reddit Stories), and Raven Stories. Unauthorized use or reproduction of these audio files is strictly prohibited. If you wish to use, adapt, or share any content from this collection, please contact me to obtain the appropriate permissions.