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..."

threw his

mused, looking at the door as it opened, ushering Gianna inside.

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

Gianna. It’s good you are here. Your

jabbing Aiden lightly on the arm. "Rest

a pouting Athena, and walked out

your hair like that, woman?" Gianna began, taking inventory of Athena the moment

wrong with it? I think

time of

didn’t bother replying this time around. She would let her

professional. She wore a tailored, navy blue pantsuit that accentuated

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,

while a modest silver necklace

a sleek, low bun that showcased her beautiful features and added to her polished look. She had opted for understated, pearl earrings that complemented her necklace

was the most interesting though. Eye-catching

pumps completed her outfit; a professional touch that was perfect for a meeting

too good. Don’t you think you should delve into fashion

"I can’t multitask like you do, girl. This jewelry stuff is already tiring as it is. If I include clothing and all, I might go crazy. Maybe end up in a

at her friend meaningfully, and then both dissolved into fits

her humiliation and downfall. And Mr. Thorne

nodded comically, checking herself out in the mirror again. She hoped that whatever hospital Fiona was in would be

It

be finding faults..." Gianna said after a few beats,

think this getup is too much to see the president? This

who the president of the country is? That’s like the highest official in

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

word, and I won’t do

her mouth

you know. The youngest president we’ve ever had as a country. You can’t show up before him looking

her eyebrows raised and nodded

many women want to be in your

"He is married, Gianna."

lessen

head; this was a lost cause. "Do you want to follow me then? Have