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

Chapter 25: Bad To Worse

Ewan was absorbed in thoughts until the beep from the coffee machine went off.

With renewed focus, he collected the ready cups of hot black coffee and briskly walked to his home office—where he and Sandro had spent the whole night in, working and trying to find a way out of the pit Athena and Zane had dug for him.

Ewan relaxed his hold on the cups when their hot temperature became unbearable on his knuckles.

Once he handed a cup to Sandro, his assistant bowed his head in appreciation.

He continued to watch, appeased thereafter, when Sandro let out a happy sigh after a sip of the coffee.

"You still make the best coffee, Ewan. The only unfair thing is that you won’t show me how to do it."

Ewan chuckled softly. "Not me. Not any special recipe. It’s just the quality of the machine."

Sandro scoffed and shook his head. "Your new lie? The last time, you mentioned it was magic transferred from your lineage."

Ewan laughed, the hurt in his chest abating a little.

Not giving Sandro a response, he sat down near his friend, in between a pile of documents.

Just then he heard movements in the house.

Fiona must be back from wherever she had gone to. He thought, picking a file.

But he didn’t actually care to know where she had been. He wasn’t ready for her tantrums this early morning. He wanted to resolve this matter first.

About last night, he knew he had gone overboard grabbing her by the neck like that.

Whatever her shortcomings, she was a woman, and he shouldn’t have manhandled her. His mother wouldn’t be proud of him now.

He sighed, and picked another file, noting somewhere in his mind to get her something lovely today.

For at one time in this life, she had been his savior, hence the reason he was alive today.

Thirty minutes into resolving the issues Ewan thought Athena had kick-started, he noticed a pattern with a particular press company.

press company? I

at the system, and shook his head in

the matter, Sandro? Do you know

not sure, since I didn’t find much on them

furrowed his eyebrows.

article of the hacking in our company then. Remember that we had suspected a spy in our midst, and had fired a lot, even without evidence. Yet we never did find out how the press company had

rested on the wall, and fixed his sight

no physical location—only an online presence—and they have a huge following. I also found out that they didn’t report every news, except the

A pause.

system, but they couldn’t get past the surface. They had met a blockage of sorts, and a warning." Sandro sighed, looking at

spread of news, and it’s the reason why we can’t totally buy the silence of other press companies. All those I met and spoke with,

ache; he wasn’t ready for his friend to relapse into the coping

chance. You know I have never been

there was

Ewan received

Suarez, what’s the update? And please don’t waste my time, get straight to the

and gestured that the

Ewan obliged.

sorry sir, I won’t waste your time. The latest update is that the hackers contacted us. They are demanding money to stop the matter, to clear the

Sandro exchanged furtive glances. This could only mean that the KN media was working together with

would explain a

much are

A pause.

perceptibly. The money must be

asking for

thick silence descended in

the deep heavy breathing coming from both the two males in the room, and the third male on the other side of the phone. It lasted

dollars? That would create significant damage to the company." Sandro

rippled with shock and anger at the turn of

told them, Mr. Sandro, but they threatened to hack into our storage unit if

bad to worse. The only way to turn the tides was

patch the call to