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

Chapter 216: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ III

With every hatred-coated word Ewan spoke, Fiona felt herself getting smaller and weaker.

The thoughts of all the threats coming to pass also made her belly so sick she wanted to vomit.

She knew they would ignore her, however, so she didn’t bother asking to be excused. Her rights, as of this moment, had been extinguished. She was now Ewan’s prisoner, and there was nothing she could do about it. Hence, she pushed down the nausea.

It was funny how things had been perfect before Athena’s return. Memories of her perfect life then seemed now to belong to someone else. So distant and unbelievable, considering her present state.

She watched as Ewan turned to the Irish male, his anger now simmering on the surface. "The electric chair, the brain fogging—use them all on her! She is strong enough, so don’t take pity on her. In fact, double the dosages of this treatment on her. Am I clear?"

"Of course. Clear as crystal," The Irish male replied, rubbing his hands together like an eager child ready to open a Christmas present.

"Good. I’ll be out of here then. I’ll check in once in a while. If I’m not satisfied with your work, I’ll have to hire another..."

The Irish male laughed at Ewan’s statement. "Have you ever been unsatisfied with my work, master?"

Ewan huffed, about to move away when the male called him back. "Won’t you see her room? Just in case..."

Ewan’s brow furrowed for a second. "Okay then, lead the way."

The male smiled and started toward the corridor, which Fiona believed would lead to a staircase. She jerked when she felt a rough tap on her shoulder.

"Get up!"

Of course, it was Sandro. She mused as she got to her feet, but then made a misstep and cried out in pain when she felt her ankle sprain. "Oh Lord..." She screamed, falling to the ground. She quickly got rid of the heels.

"Don’t call the name of the Lord in vain. Your lips are tainted with evil."

Fiona looked up when she heard Zane’s voice; he was the only one in the room. The fact that her cry of pain didn’t faze Ewan was another blow to her heart.

This was all Athena’s fault. But she couldn’t afford to think of that now when she was in a prison.

Even the thought of escape seemed impossible to her. She was doomed. The finality that came with that thought had her gasping for breath as another

Do you want me to drag you? Because

opened her mouth to speak, to plead,

won’t work on me. Get up, or I’ll drag you, even through the stairs, to give you a foretaste of

even laugh at herself in derision. The

to her with a calculating, dangerous gleam in his eyes, she had no choice but to

Now move and don’t waste my time. Or else I will still drag you

Fiona through the last bunch of stairs because she fell—exhausted, weary, and unable to

the stairs into the hallway threatened to shake the house out of its foundations. When he dumped her in front of the room assigned to her, she let out a deep sigh of

thanks?" She heard him ask, and held back a snort. Thanks? He must be joking! She

jerked suddenly, cutting off every coherent thought

to grab Zane’s, but they

herself, he

filthy," He spoke, as if discussing the weather with

realized then that he was a worse person than Sandro. At least Sandro always wore

"Now, say thank you..."

She muttered

her there? You should have brought her into the room," She heard Sandro’s voice amidst

need. She

A pause. "Now, crawl."

Zane was speaking to her. Inhaling deeply, she crawled into the room, whimpering in pain,

place?"

the

was dim, with no light except from tiny cracks in the wall.

bare floor? She took note

the sharp movement, when she saw two big

I cut her

her heart beating erratically, hanging on a thin thread as she waited