Todos los capítulos de His Unwanted Witness : Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 179

The light that filtered into Alessandro’s study was pale and sharp, cutting across dark wood and stone like a blade. It crept through the tall windows and settled on the edge of his desk, illuminating maps, folders, and documents that had not been moved all night. Dust motes hovered in the beam, suspended, unmoving—like time itself had slowed inside the room.Alessandro had not slept.The lack of rest showed not in weakness, but in precision. His mind was narrow now. Focused. Stripped of everything unnecessary.He stood near the desk, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up, hands braced against the surface as he studied the latest satellite printouts spread before him. The maps overlapped each other in controlled chaos. Red marks circled shipping lanes. Black lines traced fuel routes across open water. Small notes filled the margins in tight, controlled handwriting—timestamps, distances, vessel sizes, weather correlations.Every lead had pointed to the sea.That alone meant nothing.The

Morning began with an unfamiliar sound.Not the usual quiet steps in the corridor. Not the soft clink of trays. This sound was heavier. Ordered. Multiple boots moving in rhythm, stopping just outside Isadora’s door.Isadora woke instantly.Her body reacted before thought. She sat up, heart sharp in her chest, eyes already on the door. The room was still dim. Pale light pressed through the curtains, weak and uncertain.She listened.Voices murmured outside. Low. Controlled.Not arguing.That was worse.She slid out of bed without making a sound and crossed the room slowly. Every step was careful. Measured. She placed her hand against the door, feeling the faint vibration of movement on the other side.Someone knocked.Once.Firm.“Isadora,” a man said. “Open the door.”She did not answer immediately.She inhaled once, steadying herself, then opened it halfway.Two guards stood outside. Not the usual ones. These wore darker uniforms. No weapons visible, but their posture said enough.“W

Black water stretched beneath a low sky, broken only by the silent cut of hulls moving without lights. Cold air carried salt and damp, sharp against skin. Clouds smothered the moon, leaving the ocean wrapped in shadow.That darkness was deliberate.Three vessels moved in loose alignment, spaced to appear unconnected, guided only by hand signals and timing. Engines were suppressed to a low hum. No wake was allowed to rise high enough to betray movement. Every decision had been measured long before this night.On the lead vessel, Alessandro stood at the bow.He did not sit.He did not rest.He observed.His stance was steady, weight balanced, hands relaxed near his sides. Wind pulled lightly at his jacket, but he did not adjust it. His eyes remained fixed on the horizon where land waited unseen.Behind him, his men were quiet.Dark gear clung close to their frames. Weapons were secured. Radios were locked to one channel. Breathing stayed slow and controlled. No one spoke unless required

The car rolled to a stop inside the estate’s driveway, its tires crunching softly on the gravel. Night had begun to fade into early dawn, painting the sky in muted gray streaks. The lights of the estate glimmered faintly, reflecting off wet surfaces, as if the world itself waited in anticipation.Isabella was already in the parking lot. She had been pacing, eyes sharp, every sound from the driveway twisting her chest tighter with worry. Her gaze locked on the approaching vehicle, and when she saw it, her breath caught.Lilian and Sophia emerged from the house moments later, alerted by movement and instinct. They moved quickly, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and concern.The car door opened, and Isadora stepped out first. Her posture was careful, but her eyes immediately sought Isabella.The moment Isabella saw her twin, she broke forward. Tears fell freely, glinting in the dim light. She wrapped her arms around Isadora, holding her as if she could anchor her to the world and