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

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!

furrowing slightly, keeping her gaze locked on Athena as the latter left her momentarily to grab a pain relief balm and some

tablets to Gianna. "It’s

of Athena’s downcast and miserable face, sighed again, and then reluctantly accepted the medicine. After clamping her teeth together as she chewed

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

her fears without any repercussions. Perhaps she should have taken a sleeping pill, rather than hold onto

tell me what’s going on," Gianna urged, cutting through Athena’s

part of you last night. What is going on, best friend?" Gianna turned to Athena, pausing her massaging motions,

of Athena’s tongue like bitter ash, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say them.

and sat on the floor beside her friend, the weight

nightmare about, Athena? It seemed

she was truly ready to speak about this matter

"Athena..."

the story," Athena muttered, as memories surged into

the SOS pattern with her necklace at first—before it was snatched away by him; he had known what she was

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

his men, armed with a bare mat. And

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

divulging information about what they had seen in the tape and where the copies were, despite Scarlet desperately shouting for her to keep her mouth shut, as if her friend had

been revealed, Morgan continued to come in, subjecting Scarlet to relentless violence. It became a daily requirement for him, and over time, he began introducing BDSM materials into their encounters, especially when he grew tired of her lack

herself while watching her friend, hands and legs shackled in

came the

pulled a gun from his pocket and emptied a shot right into the center of Scarlet’s

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

hideout—some sort of gang clash, she suspected—because one man, who she didn’t think belonged to the gang, had