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.

doomed. The finality that came

want me to

speak, to plead, but Zane raised his hand,

even through the stairs, to

even laugh at herself in derision.

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

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

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

of its foundations. When he dumped her in front of the room assigned to her, she let out

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

jerked suddenly, cutting off every coherent thought as pain racked through her

flying to grab Zane’s,

inhaling and exhaling harshly to stabilize herself, he

spoke, as if discussing the

was a worse person than Sandro. At

"Now, say thank you..."

you..." She muttered

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

need. She

A pause. "Now, crawl."

her. Inhaling deeply, she crawled into the room, whimpering in pain, and cursing the day Athena chose

this place?" She

the job,"

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

She took note of the dirty floor, which she

as her ankle protested the sharp movement, when she saw two big cockroaches running

cut

instantly clamped her mouth shut, her heart beating erratically, hanging on