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.

I thought we would be meeting at the club as planned, I kept my eyes fixed on the door,

purred softly when he emitted a grunt of pleasure. It was another thing she liked about Morgan. Even after four thrilling rounds of passion,

more than just

moment our gazes met, I sauntered over and grabbed him by his—well, you know. I asked him how he was doing.

I allowed Ewan because we have a lot to

at her belly, biting her lip teasingly. "Oh, come

huffed, his resistance waning as Fiona increased the pressure on his arousal. "You’re going to be the death of me, woman. Didn’t you say we have things to

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

her moment.

me about go?" she

we know she’s

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

she was emboldened, knowing that there were other powerful people

Athena. She had mused internally, the thrill of danger surging through

who contracted you to kill Athena?" She pressed, her voice

pursed his thick lips, his demeanor suddenly shifting. "I

across her chest in irritation. "I tell you everything; why can’t you tell me

expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "Oh, like you told me about your escapade with

She bit down on her tongue to suppress the wince of