Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!

Chapter 151: The Court Case XIV

Why did everyone have a piece of her hair? How did they even get it? Fiona wondered, sinking into her seat dejectedly and shrugging away her father’s touch once again.

She wished she could stop hearing Lucas speak. Not only had he destroyed the web that had been spun six years ago, but he was now narrating how she had drugged him and then slept with him.

But so what? Shouldn’t he be glad that she had shown interest in him? Did he even realize how many guys had begged for her time?

Fiona would have hissed, but the uproar in the crowd drowned her out. They were calling for her blood. She didn’t dare turn to see her mother, already knowing that the woman would be incredibly disappointed in her. But she didn’t care; she just wanted to be out of there.

"She deserves to die."

"Sentence her to death!"

"A slut and a rapist!"

"I think she should be banished, just like Doctor Athena was all those years ago."

"Banishment is too good a punishment; she should be sentenced to death!"

No one was on her side, Fiona thought, inhaling deeply. How would she get out of here alive?

She risked a glance at Ewan. He wasn’t looking at her this time; instead, his gaze was fixed on Athena, who met his eyes with a bored expression.

Fiona balled her fists. Would her story end this way—with her losing to Athena?

her father. "You promised that I will never lose to Athena.

remained mute. He had underestimated Athena. What was there to say? They had failed. Their only way out of this mess rested on whether Ewan would show them mercy or if Athena would extend any compassion. Then, maybe, they could

observing that his daughter was

are calling for my head!" She whisper-yelled, anger rising in her

boiling within him. If only she had held

Fiona. Let me

had to

He must regret banishing Athena, she mused. Athena had decimated all

her phone dinged with a text. Subtly, she retrieved the device from her side pocket and peeked at the screen. A shimmer of hope blossomed within her

hall, Morgana! Let me

sharply. How was she going to escape from here? She didn’t care about anyone else

His head was still bowed. She didn’t care about him either! After all, he would never believe anything she

sent a reply. "I can’t leave the council hall. The case isn’t over." She tapped her knee as she waited for Morgan’s response, her

or something! Surely that must work too in that stupid

coldly as hope

lifted her head, curious about the sudden silence that enveloped the room, she realized she was the center of attention—not that there had ever been

you doing, Fiona? Who are you texting?" Elder Timothy asked, scowling at

answered far

Elder Timothy

ground with all

provided and stop sticking your noses where

into a barrage of shoes, she had no choice but to sit