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..."

gave him a scornful expression. He threw his hands

the door as it opened, ushering Gianna inside. "Thank God..." She muttered, stepping away from the bed. Her savior

state of the bed. Not just

It’s good you are here. Your friend needs

Aiden lightly on the arm. "Rest well, Aiden. I’ll take care

to a pouting Athena,

carrying your hair like that, woman?" Gianna

with it? I think it’s okay..." She said,

another inventory, this time of the clothes

bother replying this time around. She

wore a tailored, navy blue pantsuit that accentuated her curves without being

suit was made of a 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

while a modest silver necklace with

styled in 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 and added a touch of classic

most interesting though. Eye-catching

of low-heeled, black pumps completed her outfit; a professional

You are too good. Don’t you think

scoffed. "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

her friend meaningfully, and

and downfall. And Mr. Thorne seems to

the mirror again. She hoped that whatever hospital Fiona was in would be as

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

finding faults..." Gianna said

too much

had grown five heads. "Too much? Girl, do you know who the president of the

another argument, but Gianna wasn’t having

word, and I won’t do

clamped her mouth

"Good. The president is hot, you know. The youngest president we’ve ever had as a country. You can’t

eyebrows raised and

that. You don’t know how many

"He is married, Gianna."

doesn’t lessen

lost cause. "Do you want to follow me then? Have a fill of his