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

seat with

Zane had called

scoffed softly, her eyes retaining their aloof quality when they collided with Fiona. Her old rival was scowling at

Her eyes perched, before she could stop them, on the seat next to

Did Ewan go somewhere?

shoulders. Why should she care? His whereabouts

invite someone to the podium,

causing her to look away from Fiona, to center her gaze on her

stepped into the row,

she didn't notice. She was too wrapped up in the emotions assailing

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

in my heart. We met at a medical institute. She was the doctor, who had healed my father of the strange illness...you all know about the

erupted in the hall, gasps of surprise and approval. There were murmurs of

hated it. She wished Zane would be done with the epistle already, so that she would leave. She had to be home by nine. She had to

since she had cured my father. I had offered her all manner of contracts, even went as far as waiting under the rain while she got

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

had just been a stroke of bad luck for her

her, but due to the amount of patients visiting, he had to wait outside. Sadly, a heavy rain had started and met him. But only for five minutes! He had