Threads Of Fate (Being Revamped)

A Dangerous Alliance

The morning sun cast a pale light over the grim stone walls of the prison, illuminating the cold, damp corridors that echoed with the sounds of despair. Anthony paced back and forth in front of Inspector Farrow's office, his frustration boiling over.

"Release her!" Anthony shouted, his voice reverberating off the stone walls. "She's innocent! You have no right to keep her here!"

Edward stood beside him, his expression a mix of anger and concern. He had always prided himself on being the calm and collected one, but the sight of his sister imprisoned had ignited a fire within him. "Anthony, please," he urged, trying to maintain some semblance of diplomacy. "We need to approach this rationally."

But before he could finish his own sentence, Edward's composure cracked. "You should have informed me of her arrest!" he yelled at the inspector, his voice rising in frustration. "I am the Viscount of Attenborough, and I had to overhear one of the older women gossiping in the market to learn of my sister's situation!"

The inspector, a stout man with a weary expression, raised a hand to silence them. "Gentlemen, I understand your concerns, but you must realise that this is a serious matter. Lady Anya is a murder suspect, and until the investigation is complete, she cannot be released."

Anthony stepped forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "A murder suspect? This is absurd! She was with me the night of the Duke's death. We were at the ball, and she would never harm anyone!"

"With you?" The inspector smiles cunningly," Are you telling me that Anya Attenborough, the future bride of Duke Alistair, was with you last night? Seems like a pretty good motive to murder the Duke to me."

Anthony inhaled sharply as he realised how much damage that one statement could cause.

The inspector continued," Besides, according to the Duke's servants, you two were banned from attending due to attempted assault, possibly due to the Duke and Anya falling in love. Am I right?"

Anthony bit his lip in anger. He realised that the inspector was baiting, waiting for a slip-up, to dissect the terms of the Duke and Anya's proposal. Edward, on the other hand, did not get the memo.

" My sister was blackmailed by the Duke into the marriage, dear inspector," he yelled," He has hit her as..."

Edward grew silent as Anthony got up and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. His green eyes screamed at Edward to keep silent. His eyes grew wide at the realisation, but by then the inspector had everything he needed.

"Blackmailed you, say," The inspector repeated with a cunning smile," And abuse as well. That would provide a strong reason for Miss Attenborough to kill the Duke. This is a clear-cut case, gentlemen. It would now take a miracle for her to get out of this."

Suddenly, a seductive voice floated through the station, cutting through the tension like a knife. "A miracle, you say? I wouldn't call myself a miracle."

The men turned to see a fiery red-headed woman enter the room, her presence and her long alluring brown eyes commanding attention. She moved with a calculated grace, the corset of her knee-length gown hugging her perfect fame. Her dark eyebrows danced around her eyes as she leaned against the inspector's table with an air of confidence that left him momentarily flabbergasted.

Edward's eyes widened in recognition, but before he could speak, she shushed him seductively, a finger pressed to her lips. "Now, now, darling. Let's not spoil the fun."

Her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile as she sauntered forward, hips swaying with a quiet confidence that seemed to bend the very air around her.

"Inspector," she purred, leaning in just so, her voice a silken whisper that grazed his ear. She let her gaze linger on him, a subtle invitation in every glance. Her fingers traced lightly over the edge of the wooden desk, then, with deliberate slowness, slid a hand down his chest. The inspector's composure flickered, a soft gasp escaping his lips as she held him captive in her spell.