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

Chapter 7: National Treasure

"What do you think of the party, Athena? Does it meet your standards? Too small? It was the best we could gather on short notice. Perhaps if you had accepted my invitation earlier, instead of giving me a reply a day ago, I would have dug up something bigger."

Athena held back a scoff, hearing her good friend talk. She didn't even know if he was being sarcastic, or actually being real.

The party was too small? She shook her head. It was good that she had given him her response yesterday.

If this crowd was what he had managed to scavenge in a day, then what would have happened if she had given him the response two months ago?

She had thought it would be a small party where she wouldn't have to meet other people from surrounding cities and towns, where she wouldn't have to meet Ewan, at least not yet. But it seemed that the fates had another thing in mind.

Well, as long as he doesn't cross me. She thought, letting out a breath when the moderator called her friend, to the stage.

She chuckled, when he dropped a kiss on her cheeks.

"Wish me luck."

Pfft.. As if he needed it.

She only hoped that he wouldn't be so elaborate with her return, that he would just confer on her the title, and then declare the party over.

"Good evening distinguished ladies and gentlemen. As you all know, I am Zane. And I bid you welcome to this beautiful event..."

tuned out then, not interested in hearing the boring talk on

the only VIP seat with Zane. And from this position, she could

Zane had called them

retaining their aloof quality when they collided with Fiona. Her old rival was scowling at

could stop them, on the seat next

Did Ewan go somewhere?

care? His whereabouts weren't her business. He

someone to the

her to look away from Fiona, to

she didn't see when Ewan stepped into the row, and sat on the

watched her. Yet she didn't notice. She was too

on her thigh, taking deep breaths to placate her breathing that had gotten a bit erratic. She still hated public speaking

place in my heart. We met at a medical institute. She was the doctor, who had healed my

hall, gasps of surprise and approval. There were murmurs of happiness and relief. The people were also curious to

the epistle already, so that she would leave. She had to be home by nine. She

cured my father. I had offered her all manner of

chuckled then, with the crowd. A fact about Zane was that he exaggerated things,

had just been a stroke of bad

a heavy rain had started and met him.