Sylvara's Rebirth: A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 98

**Chapter 98: Who’s the Real Wife?**

Sylvara shook her head vigorously, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders like a stormy cloud. “I don’t know. Why should I even care to find out who he is?” Her tone was dismissive, but a flicker of curiosity danced behind her eyes.

Veyric’s lips curled into a wide grin, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth that seemed to brighten the dim courtyard. “I knew you were in the dark! And guess what? I’m not telling you either,” he teased, his voice laced with playful mischief.

“You’re asking for a beating,” Sylvara warned, raising her fist in mock threat. Just then, a sharp click echoed from the courtyard—the unmistakable sound of handcuffs snapping shut around wrists.

Seraphine’s shouting abruptly ceased, replaced by a heavy silence that hung in the air like a storm cloud ready to burst.

Miralys, however, erupted with fury, her voice rising above the stillness. “You bastards! The Mordrels have royal connections! Do you even know who you’re messing with?” Her anger was palpable, a raw energy that crackled in the tense atmosphere.

“Agares married into our family! Are you doing this just because you’re dissatisfied with the royal family?” she spat, her eyes blazing with indignation.

The arresting officers, stern and unyielding, issued another warning. “Weapons at the ready. The suspect has been warned once. This is your second warning. A third warning will result in immediate execution.” Their voices were cold, devoid of any empathy.

“You—” Miralys began, but Seraphine’s trembling hand silenced her.

“Shut up!” Seraphine hissed, fear radiating from her as she looked at Miralys. “Do you want to be executed right here? Right now?” Her voice was low and urgent, a stark contrast to the chaos around them.

Invoking Agares’s name had proven utterly futile. Who had the audacity to send the Supreme Court to arrest them?

“Mom, we haven’t done anything wrong! What gives them the right to arrest us?” Miralys, unable to direct her anger at the officers, turned her desperate gaze to Seraphine, seeking reassurance.

Seraphine clenched her jaw, frustration bubbling within her. “It has to be that trash, Sylvara. It’s definitely her. Only that trash can’t stand to see us thrive.” The venom in her words was unmistakable, directed solely at Sylvara, who was the only person she could blame in this moment of chaos.

She couldn’t fathom anyone else being behind this. Agares wouldn’t have sent anyone to arrest them; after all, they had accused Sylvara of flirting with other men in such detail that it would be laughable if the situation weren’t so dire.

Agares, with a fertility value of zero, would never want the entire Troya Empire to know he might be getting cuckolded. That was a scandal that could ruin him.

“Move,” the arresting officers commanded, their patience wearing thin. When Miralys and Seraphine refused to budge, they resorted to dragging them out of the villa, their grip unyielding.

In the shadows, Sylvara and Veyric, who had been lurking like thieves caught in the act, straightened up, guilt washing over them. They avoided the officers’ gazes, staring at the sky, the clouds, the ground—anywhere but at those who held authority.

The moment Seraphine caught sight of Sylvara, she twisted and shouted at the officers, “I want to report her! She’s the one who injured me! Arrest her!” Her voice was filled with desperation, a last-ditch effort to shift the blame.

“Mrs. Mordrel,” one of the officers replied with a tone that dripped with professionalism, “if she assaulted you, that falls under civilian criminal matters. It’s not within our jurisdiction.” They continued to escort Seraphine into the waiting vehicle.

Miralys fought against the grip of the officers, her voice rising again. “Didn’t you hear what my mother said? That trash injured her! Aren’t you supposed to uphold justice? How can you just look the other way?”

The officers twisted her arm slightly, eliciting a gasp of pain. “Ms. Miralys, you called her trash. How could trash possibly injure your mother? If you defame someone like this and they choose to sue, we’ll be witnesses against you.”

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