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

Chapter 221: Fashion-less Doctor

"Athena, good morning. Have you heard from Susan yet?" Aiden asked, stepping into Athena’s room after two sharp knocks on her door.

Athena, who had been deciding on which outfit to wear to see the president, paused her fashion dallying and turned. "Good morning, Aiden. No, I haven’t," She stated somberly, dropping the light green two-piece suit onto the bed.

She strolled to the longest of the two sofas in her room and sat down quietly, burying her head in her hands for a few seconds. "What should we do?" She asked, lifting her head and staring at Aiden, who hastily shut the door behind him and walked briskly to the other sofa.

"I’m not sure. Should we wait for a couple more hours?" He clasped his hands together, placed his elbows on his thighs, and leaned forward.

Athena sighed and looked up to the ceilings. "Aiden, we’ve been waiting for hours. She was supposed to send a text last night or, at most, this morning, seeing as Alvarez has leaked the fake news to the public about Heronica’s escape. Do you think Morgan discovered the ruse, maybe through Heron?"

Aiden shook his head. "I don’t think so, Athena. Heron is dead."

Athena pursed her lips, redirecting her gaze to Aiden. "We don’t know that. We didn’t see his body the second time we checked out the hideout."

"True. But that’s because the gang must have taken him to be buried. I saw the body, Athena. He was dead."

Athena hoped so. Because if Heron was still alive, then they were in trouble—Susan too.

Twins could detect irregularities among themselves. Didn’t she have them as children?

"So, we should wait then? Wait and pray the gang didn’t find her out..."

Aiden nodded.

Athena inhaled deeply, quelling the racing of her heart. If Susan died... She shook her head, refusing to think of that right now. She should be optimistic!

"Athena... don’t worry. She will be fine. Susan can take care of herself."

Athena shot Aiden a sharp glare, sorrow shifting to red anger. "Pray, Aiden. Pray nothing happens to her. Or else you will pay dearly for it for the rest of your life!"

Aiden sighed and got to his feet, hating to be threatened. "Aye, I hear you. Are you ready to see the president?" He changed the topic, checking his wristwatch. "It’s almost nine o’clock."

Athena sighed, letting go of the anger and standing to her feet. "Not yet." She looked at the clothes spread out on the bed—skirts, corporate blouses, pants...

Which should I wear? She wondered, calculating the suitability of each outfit for the occasion. This was the president; she needed the perfect attire.

She groaned as fashion styles kept jumbling in her mind. Behind her, Aiden was just as confused. "Just pick anyone and wear it. You always look good in anything you wear..."

him a scornful expression. He threw

mused, looking at the door as it opened, ushering Gianna inside. "Thank God..." She muttered, stepping away from

said, a small smile on her lips as she beheld the disorderly state of the bed. Not just that, but the space beside it was filled

morning, Gianna. It’s good you

Aiden lightly on the arm. "Rest well, Aiden.

softly, gave a curt nod to a pouting Athena, and walked

you carrying your hair like that, woman?" Gianna began, taking inventory of Athena

shrugged her shoulders. "What’s wrong with it? I think it’s okay..." She said, taking a peek in the

head before taking another inventory, this time

replying this time around. She would let

Athena emerged looking poised and professional. She wore a tailored, navy blue pantsuit that accentuated her curves

high-quality wool blend that gave it a subtle sheen, and it was perfectly fitted to her body. There were groups of sturdy and beautiful beads and sequins sewn perfectly around the suit’s collar and hands, which easily caught the light and sparkled when

elegance to the outfit, while a modest silver necklace with a small, delicate pendant provided a hint of

features and added to her polished look. She had opted for understated, pearl earrings that complemented her necklace and added a touch

was the most

professional touch that was perfect

good. Don’t you think

is. If I include clothing and all, I might go crazy. Maybe end up in a psychiatric

paused and stared at her friend meaningfully, and then both dissolved

see that, to witness her humiliation and downfall. And Mr. Thorne seems to think that the

her lips together and nodded comically, checking herself out in the mirror again. She hoped that whatever hospital

hair gently. Two out of the game. It remained Morgan, his gang, and whomever was behind

Athena. Stop checking yourself out. Next, you’ll be finding faults..." Gianna said after a few

think this getup is too much to see the president? This suit is very expensive, one

she had grown five heads. "Too much? Girl, do you know who the president of the country is? That’s like the highest official in the country. There’s no such thing

Athena tried to make another argument, but Gianna wasn’t

I won’t

clamped her

hot, you know. The youngest president we’ve ever had as a country. You

and

You don’t know how many women want to be in your

"He is married, Gianna."

lessen

was a lost cause. "Do you want to