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

Chapter 257

Chapter 257: Nightmare

"Athena! Athena! Are you okay?!!"

Athena’s response was to jerk from side to side on the bed, whimpering, tears rolling down her face contorted with anguish and immense sorrow.

For a brief moment, Gianna contemplated calling Aiden, but he had left an hour ago to attend to his business. Feeling helpless, she watched her friend in distress, wondering what could possibly trouble her this much.

What nightmare could have strung Athena up like this, rendering her unable to wake up from such torment?

Inhaling deeply, Gianna joined Athena on the bed, trying to hug her close, but Athena struck her hand out, connecting sharply with Gianna’s neck.

The sharp cry of pain that erupted from Gianna’s lips was what finally pulled Athena from her hellish dreams. She sprang up smartly, as if released from a coiled spring, her breaths rapid and shallow, the throes of fear still etched on her features.

"Gianna! Gianna! Are you okay?!" She exclaimed, looking around frantically, her gaze wild and unfocused, ignoring the sweat and tears cascading down her face in torrents.

Her frantic search slowed as she finally comprehended her surroundings: she was in her room, not in the damp, nightmarish cell where Morgan had imprisoned her and Scarlet.

The nightmares had returned, haunting her again.

But hadn’t she expected this when she lay down, after Susan had finally left the room a few hours ago? Hadn’t she known it would return the moment she clutched the pillow tightly and whispered softly to herself, to sleep and dream well?

Her throat felt constricted, thoughts pausing as she noticed Gianna on the floor, hands at her neck, gritting her teeth in pain.

"Oh no, no, no..." She cursed loudly, her heart sinking. She wiped the tears from her eyes haphazardly before hurriedly jumping down from the bed, rushing to her friend.

"Gianna, I’m so sorry," She muttered repeatedly, desperately grabbing Gianna and pulling her against her side. "I’m really, truly sorry. It wasn’t intentional."

But Gianna only stared up at her, as if trying to peel away the layers of Athena’s guarded existence. Last night, she had glimpsed another layer of her friend, and now this morning... she had no idea that Athena even had nightmares, for God’s sake! Crazy ones at that!

left her momentarily to grab a pain relief balm and some tablets from her work bag, moving with an urgency that only heightened

Athena urged, handing the tablets to Gianna. "It’s chewable, and I promise

medicine. After clamping her teeth together as she chewed through the tablets,

on her already heavy conscience, especially when she saw Gianna’s face contort

a sleeping pill, rather than hold onto the hope that she wouldn’t be

saying sorry, Athena. I’m fine. I’d rather you tell me what’s going on,"

night. What

ash, but she just couldn’t

of vulnerability, she pushed away from Gianna and sat on the floor beside her friend, the weight

Athena? It seemed very

truly ready to speak about this matter that she had kept hidden from Susan for the sake of the latter’s mental

"Athena..."

muttered, as memories surged into her

pattern with her necklace at

dread that washed over her when he entered their small cell, his presence as oppressive as a dark cloud. At first, they were tortured in more conventional ways, but when their lips remained sealed—trained for months on how to

break, he would come into their room with a couple of his men, armed with a bare mat. And then he would

for mercy, no matter how much she had begged for it to stop, nothing had changed the horrific reality they had

But by the third time, she found herself divulging information about what they had seen in the tape and where the copies were, despite Scarlet

daily requirement for him, and over time, he began introducing BDSM materials into their encounters, especially when he

losing herself while watching her friend, hands and legs shackled in a

came

a gun from his pocket and emptied a shot right into the center of

known she would be traumatized, just as she had feared she would be

week later, chaos erupted in their hideout—some sort of gang clash, she suspected—because one man, who she didn’t think belonged to the gang, had come in, surveyed her dire situation, and set her

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