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

Chapter 249

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..."

dragged the mask off Susan’s face, causing her to emit a small shriek of pain as the mask came

look bad..." Morgan muttered, trailing the gun

rate spiked again, her discomfort only eased by Ewan’s calming

tumultuous moment—more than Heronica even—but I sense your stupid loyalty to this bitch

room as

anticipation. And then she shook her head, still looking

now, the sad tear that slipped from

is innocent in all

to plead, but Morgan was

begging—that’s a first. But you lied. She is not innocent. Her presence here has led you all to me... you should have considered the consequences before sending her my way, especially since her mother was also slain

filling her eyes as she looked at

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

send you in hotheaded. I didn’t even want to send you in at all..." Athena paused, gripping her hands tightly, anger rising

had only stood her ground, Susan wouldn’t be in this predicament

her that I wouldn’t disclose

said nothing. Instead, she turned to Morgan, her eyes brimming

grab Morgan by the neck, but he sidestepped quickly, pointing the gun at her back. "Say hello to your mother

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

members shook their heads, looking around them. One approached where Athena and her

is that?" Morgan asked, fixing a sharp glance at Athena. Noting the confused expression on

graffiti on the wall." The

boisterously, looking at Athena and the men. "Is

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

Susan, who had squared up to him, hate

turning to the guy with the spray. "You know how much I hate unnecessary sounds.

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