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

Chapter 248: Long Night XII

Athena knew why Ewan had led the way, yet she wondered if his promise to the children was the only reason behind his actions.

However, she pushed the thought aside before it could take root and fester. She had other matters to concern herself with, like the fact that the underground space resembled the president’s secret office. Was it just a mere coincidence?

She glanced at Aiden; the look in his eyes and the tension on his face suggested he was pondering the same unsettling idea.

"No one seems to be here. It’s just so quiet," Ewan noticed, halting in the middle of the underground chamber.

He scanned the surroundings and observed three doors leading to unknown rooms. Other than that, the place was bare, save for a few cushions and a library on the side.

Where was everyone? Where was the girl named Susan? He wondered, taking in the neatness of the area—a sharp contrast to the chaos in the living room upstairs. It was obvious this space was Morgan’s domain, yet an unsettling emptiness loomed.

He watched the agents, who had descended with him, lower their guns which had been raised before, ready to shoot. Then his gaze returned to Athena. She looked just as confused.

"Something is wrong," He said, at the same time with Athena. They looked at each other curiously before returning their attention to the agents.

"Yes, it seems too—"

"Easy," Ewan completed Aiden’s statement, a sinking feeling of foreboding washing over him. "It’s like we’ve walked into a trap."

Instantly, everyone’s guns were raised, including his, poised to fire as they all grasped the unsettling truth of Ewan’s words.

Athena, however, remained perplexed. Who had leaked this information? Had one of the agents betrayed them?

In that moment, she attempted to communicate with the agents outside, including Zane and Sandro, but all she received was static. A cold dread crept into her spine as she tried again. "Hello, hello..."

Aiden and Ewan mirrored her attempts, calling out to the team outside, only to stop when they heard dry laughter from behind them.

Startled, they turned to see the wall sliding open, retreating left and right, to reveal Morgan clapping his hands as he stepped out of a hidden room, accompanied by several of his gang members.

emerged, the three doors opened, letting

grip tightened on her weapon, panic rising within

it to crack the code?" Morgan began, strolling

Tense silence greeted him.

be escaping here tonight," He continued, a sinister smile creeping

to the ground, smirking victoriously while

blood sent ice coursing through Ewan’s veins. He

been put out of their misery, Mr. Ewan Giacometti." He pulled a Cuban cigarette from

mask, expertly lit the cigarette, as if she

Athena as she knelt down between

would have been exempted from the massacre that’s about to happen here," Morgan continued,

to cower under Morgan’s gaze as she held on to

time around though. He remained silent, staring at the ground, forlorn, as if he had lost

but she understood, to an extent, how he felt. She herself wasn’t feeling okay; Zane was the children’s

finally asked, meeting his predatory gaze

want." He shifted his attention back to her. "I should be asking you that, you flimsy, stubborn insect who has refused to die, since you’re the one who invaded my hideout.

nonchalance. "I came here to seek answers and then cut your stinking charade short in this

"You never cease to amaze me, Athena Caddells." He crossed his legs and took another puff. "Imagine my disbelief when I received word that you’d be coming here tonight. I didn’t even know you knew the location. Still, I

his

time, Morgan wouldn’t tolerate

the agents

heart racing with relief when she realized the bullet only hit the agent

A pause. "So doctor, tell me, how did you crack the code? Which of my men revealed that secret to you? Is the person here? Point that motherfucker out to me!!" Morgan’s voice was a low

any other potential surprises. What

push my

fear of what could happen to him. Morgan was unpredictable; he might shoot the latter on

he mention a massacre? She couldn’t allow the children to lose their father just as they were beginning to connect. The prospect

respond, conjuring the best lie she could