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

Chapter 217

Chapter 217: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ IV

"Where are you going?"

Fiona balked at Sandro’s question and at her body’s movements, which she hadn’t even been aware of. She had thought of escaping, and her body had unconsciously turned toward the exit door.

Reflexes. She cursed her fate mentally when all eyes turned to her.

Ewan, for one, looked amused.

"Fiona, you wanted to leave without saying goodbye?" He asked, stepping closer to her.

Fiona shivered and withdrew instantly, thinking for the first time that Ewan was actually a psycho, with that maniac smile on his lips and the joy he seemed to experience seeing her this miserable.

She was bleeding from her knees, and he was feeling exhilarated. If that didn’t scream psychotic, she didn’t know what else did.

He had told her they were coming to a psychiatric clinic, and in a way, that was true: the owner, all of them, were psychotic!

She shrank further, hissing before she could help it, when her body touched the dirty wall. Yet, there was no place to burrow into as Ewan stepped closer.

"Are you going to answer me or not?"

Fiona had enough sense to know that not answering the question would not bode well for her. "No. I wasn’t about to leave. I’m sorry," She bit out calmly, her eyes darting from Ewan to the other males in the room, wondering if there was a punishment in stock for attempting to escape.

Ewan, however, nodded slowly before turning to the Irish male again. "Is there anything else you want to show me?" His tone thoroughly business-like, any trace of amusement gone.

usual, or..." He left the question hanging, expecting Ewan to get what he was talking

the usual.

"Yes, master."

inform the others about this. I’m not up to being haggled insistently. This

and nodded. "Of course, master. I won’t

door. Zane and Sandro followed him quickly, needing

where are my clothes?" Fiona asked, fearfully, breaking Ewan’s

was worrying about her clothes? Ewan couldn’t help but

want to play dress-up

her lips

Connor will have to pry it

"I’m just curious." She muttered, gesturing with

you won’t be going anywhere, there’s

gritted her teeth, the first sign of anger she

flash with that hatred and anger that is all yours. You should hold onto it.

his eyes caught a certain item lying on top of the box. With furrowed brows, he sauntered slowly across the room and picked up the item. It was

muttered, twirling the bangle in his

Fiona screamed, noting the implications. What if her secret was finally found out? "It doesn’t belong

heartily. "It doesn’t

Connor. "I want you

asked, flexing his hands, as if readying himself for

of this bangle," Ewan answered, still looking at the bangle. His memories were returning in pristine condition, but his savior’s

of her back—a birthmark that seemed familiar to him for some reason, but he couldn’t pinpoint where he had seen it. Yet one thing was clear; it wasn’t

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