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

Chapter 249: Long Night XIII

Athena could feel a headache coming on as she tried to swallow the implications of the facts spewing from Morgan’s mouth.

Heron was alive?

She felt suddenly ill, wishing she could be out in the open air—she needed to breathe.

Heron was supposed to be dead. Aiden had promised her that he was dead. And now this? Athena felt her temperature quicken in direct proportion to the mounting aches in her brain; she needed her drugs.

Then, she felt a calming touch at her waist. Sharply, even though she knew who it was, she glanced at Ewan furiously—or rather she tried to, but she ended up staring blankly at him.

"Athena, are you okay? You seem like you’ve seen a ghost," Morgan quipped scornfully, taking a drag of the cigarette, gun still pointed at Susan, who was still maintaining a calm pose.

But Athena was tongue-tied, not sure if it was because of the dreadful news or the burning intensity of Ewan’s gaze as he rubbed her lower back slowly and softly, or because her earlier fevers were starting to cool down.

Whatareyoudoing? She communicated the question to Ewan with her eyes, yet she didn’t shrug away his touch; she couldn’t afford to show an atom of weakness to Morgan.

She could drill Ewan on the matter of boundaries when they got out of here alive—a feat whose possibility was getting slimmer by the passing second—or she could get noticed by Morgan. She chose the former.

"I see you both are still cozy, even after the media thinks you are divorced. Planning on getting back together?" Morgan continued, digressing, having noticed that the stares between Athena and Ewan had taken more than a few seconds.

Athena swerved to meet his gaze then, determined to capitalize on that topic to stall for more time. But Morgan, as if sensing this, waved her and whatever she had opened her mouth to say, away.

"I don’t have time for your talks. Now that I have you in my hands, it is best I do away with you and not waste time like before. Bad things seem to happen when I do so." He said, locking the gun’s trigger in place, poised to shoot.

Athena’s eyes darted frantically between a still stoic Susan and Morgan’s gun. How does she get the young lady out of this mess?

"I would have loved to have a taste of you; would have loved my men to have a feel of what your betraying cunt tastes like, but there is no time. The last time I waited to taste a woman’s cunt..." Morgan pointed at Athena. "I almost died. So, now, I will just put you away from your misery. But first..."

face, causing her to emit a small shriek of pain as the mask came off, revealing her tender face, now

muttered, trailing the

rate spiked again, her discomfort only

to the gang, seeing your calmness even in tumultuous moment—more than Heronica even—but I sense your stupid loyalty to this bitch here. Too bad that

room as everyone waited for

whose breath had caught in anticipation. And then she shook her head, still looking at Athena,

She couldn’t help now, the sad tear that

go. She is innocent in

to plead, but Morgan

presence here has led you all to me... you should have considered the consequences before sending her my way, especially since

eyes as she

her?" Morgan asked, laughing, glancing between Susan and Athena, who was silently pleading

I didn’t even want to send you in at all..." Athena paused, gripping her

stood her ground, Susan wouldn’t be in this

sorry, but I promised her that I wouldn’t

said nothing. Instead, she turned to Morgan, her

neck, but he sidestepped quickly, pointing the gun at her back.

room, stopping Morgan midway. He instantly glanced around the room, brows furrowing when he saw nothing amiss. "What was that? Did any

Athena and her men

sharp glance at Athena. Noting the confused expression on her face, he concluded that she was in the dark as

think it’s for drawing graffiti on the wall." The

at Athena and the men. "Is that like a style? Fun

didn’t even breathe, for fear that Morgan would catch

to him, hate

"You know how much