Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 511

Chapter 511: Loose Ends III

"You know we will need witnesses for this case."

Ewan’s voice was gentle, wrapping around Athena’s awareness as he slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. His warmth pressed into her, grounding her, even as her thoughts spiraled ahead to the prison visit.

He was dutifully reminding her of the needs for the case as she prepared to go visit Cedric alone. This was different from the elder’s council, where anything went—for even the recording might be termed as truth under compulsion.

Athena nodded, her mind working through the thought. She had already sent the addition to the lawyer, who would forward it the next day to the lawyer representing Cedric and his family—a murder trial in addition to fraud.

Which witness would stand? Would Connor? But wouldn’t that put his freedom at risk, considering he wasn’t exactly righteous?

She asked Ewan this, and he paused, his brow furrowed, deep in thought. "I will take care of it," he finally said, voice steady, reassuring. "I’ll call my old boss too."

Athena’s lips curved into a small, grateful smile. She trusted him completely; if anyone could handle this, it was her handsome fiance.

He pulled her closer, hands tightening around her waist, his voice dipping down to a husky tone. "Are you sure you want to go alone?"

She breathed yes, feeling the heat of his closeness.

He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers, and Athena felt the world narrow to just that—the press of his mouth, the warmth of his hands.

His kiss deepened, gentle at first, then wild and consuming, driving a heat through her that made her pulse hammer in her veins. She moaned his name softly, the sound vibrating between them, a secret confession of need.

Finally, he broke away, gasping slightly, but pressing his lips to her forehead. "We can continue when you’re back," he whispered, eyes dark with desire.

Athena lingered for a moment in his embrace, a part of her wishing they could forgo the world outside and give in fully to the craving that had always simmered between them—wondering if now they would finally move past kisses and mind-numbing touches.

She couldn’t understand why he was waiting when both their bodies needed to meld as one

But she finally stepped back, feeling a mix of frustration and longing, the pulsing ache of anticipation riding through her.

"I will see you later then..."

—

Rodney drove her to the prison center.

Athena watched from the window as the city gave way to a stark, fortified compound. High walls topped with razor wire enclosed the space. Guard towers dotted the perimeter, their silhouettes scanning tirelessly.

The buildings inside were imposing, concrete and steel, with barred windows and heavy security checkpoints. Warden vehicles patrolled slowly, officers in crisp uniforms walking the grounds. The air had a metallic scent, faintly mixed with diesel from the parked security vans.

When the car stopped, Athena stepped down, her heels clicking against the concrete as she followed Rodney toward the entrance. Two armed guards checked her ID, their faces neutral, hands hovering near their holsters.

The heavy doors swung open, leading into a sterile reception area, fluorescent lights casting a harsh glare over the room. Athena’s gaze took in the stark interior—the benches bolted to the floor, the reinforced glass separating visitors from detainees, the metal detectors and scanners that made each visitor pause in small apprehension.

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