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

Chapter 111: The Slutty Fiancee II

In the most expensive VIP suite of one of the most prestigious hotels in the city, Fiona’s laughter rang out seductively, intertwining with that of a male who smiled like he had just gotten everything he wanted.

"I still can’t believe he sent a guard to spy on me," Fiona said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Morgan shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe his love is waxing cold, eh? It took him a long time to figure it out. Honestly, I thought he would have discovered our relationship by now. He is so stupid."

Silence greeted Morgan’s words, heavy with the weight of their implications. When he turned to gauge Fiona’s reaction, he was met with a fierce glare.

"Oh, come on, Morgana... you know what I mean..." He said gently, trailing his fingers around her bare belly, stylishly moving closer.

Fiona moaned softly when his fingers brushed against her right breast, but then she abruptly pushed his hand away.

"Don’t try to make me forget," She said, her voice firm but her heart fluttering. "I don’t appreciate you calling Ewan stupid. He is just in love with me. Who wouldn’t be?"

Morgan scoffed, unimpressed. "Well, it seems like the charm is wearing off. If not, why would he send a guard after you? It sounds more paranoid than protective."

"To look after me? He doesn’t appreciate me going out late at night. That’s a form of love, Morgan," she retorted, crossing her arms in indignation.

"I see..." Morgan said, not truly understanding but willing to play along. "So how did you even see the guard, and how did you convince him to be on your side?"

Fiona licked her lips sensually, trailing her long fingers across Morgan’s chest, occasionally teasingly lowering her touch but always withdrawing before she went too far. She relished in the way his body responded, clearly longing for her.

before. Since I thought we would be meeting at the club as planned, I kept my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for you. You know how much

of pleasure. It was another thing she liked about Morgan. Even after four thrilling rounds of passion,

business was about more than just physical pleasure. The fifth round could wait until

sauntered over and grabbed him by his—well, you know. I asked him how he was doing. Dude was scared at first. But you

because we have

giggled, tapping the head of Morgan’s arousal that now poked at her belly, biting

going to be the death of me, woman.

fell away, leaving a coolness in its absence. She sat up, pushing the bedsheet aside and

watered at the sight, but he’d let her have her moment. He sat upright and leaned against

did the plan you told me about go?" she inquired, her

pants now, considering we know she’s

face clouded with confusion. When Morgan had contacted her days ago, she had been annoyed at first, voicing her irritation when they finally met. But his touches had quickly soothed her, and once he revealed who Athena was—or who they believed her to be—she felt an unsettling mixture of

that there were other powerful people who wanted

She had mused internally, the thrill

to kill Athena?" She pressed, her

his thick lips, his demeanor suddenly shifting. "I can’t say, Fiona.

irritation. "I

of amusement and annoyance. "Oh, like you told me

her back, his grip rough and a touch painful on her arm. She bit down on her tongue to suppress the wince of discomfort. She wouldn’t give