Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465: Successful Engagement

The road stretched ahead like a ribbon of silver beneath the waning light. The sun had dipped low, painting the sky in shades of gold and amber that bled into the horizon. Athena sat back in the car, her gaze distant as the city blurred past. The rhythmic hum of the engine filled the silence, but her mind was nowhere near still.

Her thoughts stayed on the Grey variant. The patients she had tested that morning were stabilizing now, their vitals normalizing. That should have been a comfort. It wasn’t.

She rubbed a hand across her face, eyes tired. Every victory with the virus seemed to birth a new shadow. And after this evening’s interview—the moment her discovery went live—the world would know that the cure existed. Which meant the people who didn’t want it to exist would know too.

What would the gang do next?

Whoever was behind the spread had resources, coordination—and no hesitation to kill. The President’s infection had proven that much. They wouldn’t stop now. Not after she’d declared the battle nearly won on live television.

Her phone buzzed against her thigh, but she ignored it. She didn’t want another alert. Not yet.

"Ma’am, we’re almost at the Thorne’s mansion," the driver said, breaking the silence.

Athena blinked, the name snapping her from the spiral of thoughts. The Thorne mansion—her home, her family’s pride, and tonight, the site of what was supposed to be her engagement celebration.

Her heart gave an uneasy twist.

The car turned off the main road, tires crunching softly as they entered the long, tree-lined drive leading to the mansion. Somewhere beyond those trees, she could already hear faint laughter and music—the soft strains of violin and chatter floating through the air.

Was it still private? she wondered.

And Antonio...

Her throat tightened. Was he here already?

She leaned slightly forward, peering out the window. The second car parked by the gate answered the question before she could finish it in her mind. Sleek, dark, unmistakably Antonio’s.

Her pulse stuttered. He had arrived early. Of course he had.

The driver slowed to a stop before the gate, and Athena exhaled softly, pressing her palm against her thigh to steady herself. Whatever doubts she had would have to wait. The engagement was happening tonight.

She had chosen this path, hadn’t she?

"Thank you," she murmured to the driver.

When the car stopped completely, she took one last deep breath before stepping out. The evening air wrapped around her—cool and fragrant, carrying the faint scent of blooming lilies from her grandmother’s gardens.

Just ahead, she spotted Gianna, chatting animatedly with one of the guards near a stack of wrapped boxes. Athena caught the words "delivery" and "wrong address" before Gianna noticed her.

"Athena!" Gianna’s face lit up with a mischievous grin as she waved her over. "The latest bride-to-be finally arrives!"

Athena winced, cheeks warming. "Don’t start," she said, but Gianna ignored her, pulling her into a tight hug.

"You look exhausted," Gianna murmured, drawing back slightly to study her face. "You’ve been at work again, haven’t you?"

"Guilty," Athena admitted, smiling faintly.

Gianna rolled her eyes. "You’ll fix the world before you fix your sleep schedule."

"Probably," Athena replied with a small laugh.

Gianna gestured toward the side of the mansion. "Come, this way. We’ll use the east stairs. The main hall’s a disaster right now—decorations everywhere. Your grandmother has been rearranging everything like she’s hosting the royal gala."

Athena chuckled, following her friend along a narrower stone path shaded by wisteria vines. The back route was blissfully quiet, away from guests and prying eyes.

"She’s stronger than all of us," Gianna said lightly as they approached the side entrance.

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