Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 514

Chapter 514: Second Court Case II

Athena didn’t bother to hide the small, satisfied smile curling onto her lips when her grand-aunt’s head snapped toward her—so fast the movement was almost sharp enough to cut air.

For weeks, the woman had maintained that icy, veteran calm, the same detached arrogance she had worn for decades. But now? That cold façade cracked right down the middle, her nostrils flaring, her mask slipping just enough for the world to see panic bleeding through.

Athena hummed quietly in her mind. Finally. A reaction worth filing away.

Before she could savor it further, Ewan leaned in, his breath brushing the shell of her ear, voice dropping to that warm, velvet tone that always seemed to bypass her brain and arrow straight through her chest.

"Congratulations, sweetheart," he murmured, lips grazing the edge of her ear. "Does this feel the same as when you beat me at court months ago?"

Her smile widened despite herself. She nodded, then discreetly pinched the inside of his arm. Ewan jerked slightly, biting back a grin.

"Focus," she whispered. "Before the judge sends us both out."

But it wasn’t just focus she was fighting for—it was control. Because ever since that night in the cottage, when he had turned an ordinary evening into something resembling a fairytale, he hadn’t stopped touching her.

A hand on her waist. A brush of knuckles behind her knee. A lingering thumb at the back of her neck. And now? His fingers were lazily, infuriatingly tracing the inside of her palm where they were linked on the bench, each stroke sending ripples of heat up her arm.

Her lawyer called the first witness.

Athena straightened, her spine lengthening, all warmth folding into clean steel as she watched her grand-aunt from the corner of her eye. The woman’s complexion was already paling.

Good. Let her watch the empire she built crumble piece by piece.

John walked in.

A ripple of interest moved through the courtroom the moment the man stepped through the door. He was dressed in a stark missionary cassock, black fabric sweeping around his ankles, a polished silver cross gleaming at his neck.

He walked with measured calm, almost serene, his posture unbothered, his face open, prepared.

Athena’s grand-aunt stiffened—barely. But Athena saw it. Oh, she absolutely saw it.

John reached the stand, took the oath, and lifted his chin.

He began with the truth.

How he had been hired. Who hired him. How many times. For what purpose.

Then came the evidence.

He pulled out his phone—a simple, older model—opened a secure folder, and handed it to the court attendant. Text messages. Bank transfers. Voice recordings. Conversations. Receipts.

And he explained, calmly, that he always kept recordings of clients. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Not for blackmail," he clarified gently, "but for personal safety. Some jobs backfire. Clients become convenient enemies. One must protect oneself."

A murmur swept through the courtroom.

Cedric’s lawyer rose, trying to gather his dignity as he approached for cross-examination. He offered a thin smile, eyes scraping over the cassock.

"A missionary robe," he said, loud enough for the jury to hear. "Interesting outfit for someone giving testimony on criminal activity. Would you say this... costume is intended to influence the court?"

John blinked.

"No," he replied simply.

"Is it true," the lawyer pressed, "that you were once the head of the Viper’s Gang?"

Gasps filled the courtroom. Someone outright shouted. "Jeez!"

John didn’t flinch.

"Yes," he answered. "I was."

Silence. Then uproar—shrieks, whispers, folding fans snapping shut.

John lifted a hand, steady. "I left that life behind nearly a decade ago, when I met my wife. She asked me to bury my past, not erase the truth of it. She insisted I keep every record locked away in a bank vault, just in case."

He turned his gaze calmly toward Athena’s grand-aunt. "Her instincts were correct."

The defense lawyer sputtered. He fired off questions—weak, grasping questions—but John was ready. Every answer was clean, crisp, and unshakeable. The truth was a fortress, and he stayed within its walls without faltering once.

When he finally stepped down, the courtroom remained thick with murmurs.

Then Connor was called.

Cedric’s family visibly began to unravel. Every inch of their former composure was stripped away, replaced with fear, irritation, and the unmistakable weight of defeat.

Connor walked in with a surprisingly steady gait. His hair was tied back, his jaw tight, but his eyes—his eyes held none of the bravado or swagger he used to parade. Instead, there was a quiet resignation.

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