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

Chapter 299: A Pick-Up

"Gianna!!"

Gianna’s eyes lit up at the sight of her friend.

She beamed, her smile wide as she waved her hands vigorously, excitement bubbling within her. She walked briskly, the polished tiles of the terminal shining under the bright evening light, as she approached Chelsea.

The tall, striking figure of Chelsea stood near a busy arrival area, her oversized sunglasses perched atop her nose, reflecting the vibrant atmosphere around them.

As Gianna drew closer, her laughter erupted as she took in Chelsea’s ensemble—a ridiculous gray pair of pants that seemed to be two sizes too big paired with a black oversized sweatshirt that sported a quirky portrait of Michael Jackson.

The portrait was more cartoonish than realistic, further complemented by a pair of sleek headphones draped around her neck like an accessory fresh off a runway.

Next to her sat a vibrant, cartoonish backpack adorned with stickers, as well as a trusty trolley that looked like it had traveled more than a few adventures with Chelsea. She looked less like a sophisticated traveler and more like an overzealous fan pulling together an eclectic look for a concert.

"Don’t you think you went a bit overboard with this disguise?" Gianna teased, a giggle escaping her lips as she embraced Chelsea.

The two rocked side to side as if they were teenagers enjoying a long-awaited reunion.

"Well, I’m not with the fierce Areso, and I don’t have any bodyguards hanging around me... and honestly, I just want to go home and rest... Not in the mood for some fans fanning...Where’s Athena? I thought she’d be coming with you..." Chelsea inquired, her sharp eyes darting around the terminal, searching for any sign of Athena amidst the throng of travelers rushing to their own destinations.

"She’s busy with some stubborn patients... you know how her work is..." Gianna replied, giving a slight shrug while she grabbed the handle of her trolley and the bag.

"Hey! I can carry that!" Chelsea protested with a playful pout, her finger pointing at the backpack, but Gianna quickly shifted away from her grasp, shaking her head in light-hearted defiance.

"I can see the tired lines around your face... just rest up, will you? I’m not complaining about carrying your stuff. The car is just over there." Gianna insisted, gesturing toward a sleek black vehicle parked in a more exclusive section of the terminal parking lot.

The car gleamed under the sun, its polished exterior reflecting the hustle and bustle around it.

Chelsea’s expression changed, her curiosity piqued. "A new car?" She asked, momentarily forgetting any silly grievances against Athena.

Gianna bit her lip, shaking her head as she felt a rush of nerves. "I borrowed it from a friend. Mine has some issues,"

Chelsea’s face twisted into a playful smirk. "Wow, you can drive it?"

Gianna let out a nervous laugh that didn’t go unnoticed by Chelsea. "Nope. My friend will be driving us today."

As they walked side by side toward the car, a flurry of curiosity stirred within Chelsea. Who was this friend? What kind of person made Gianna so nervous?

romantic relationship without alerting the

I was beginning to think you went on the plane

a booming, familiar voice drifting through the air as Gianna opened the door

if it were an echo from

shook her head vigorously, refusing to entertain the possibility. Gianna wouldn’t do this to her; she knew how much Chelsea detested even hearing the name of the male who had wreaked havoc

she certainly didn’t intend to start now. The memories were

inhaled deeply, steeling herself. She observed as Gianna left the

the boyfriend have helped her friend instead of leaving her to

determined, Chelsea slid into the car, ready to confront the driver and give him

back seat and raised her head to confront him, the words

of her past tormentor, a doppelgänger

could two people look so

took in the sight of the man—dark sunglasses shielding his eyes, a heavy black coat enveloping him despite the balmy weather, and an array of

No. Not Sandro.

broad

hat perched atop the male’s head added to the

A gangster?

nervous to make introductions because this guy was somehow connected to

to herself in disbelief. Surely Gianna should know better; she wasn’t nearly as

What are you doing just sitting there? Let me tell you— I won’t have just anyone treating my girl less than she deserves. Do you hear what I said?" She barked finally,

creating a

mirror. Even with those sunglasses obscuring his eyes, the

staring at her like that? They were just

and Gianna? Was this

"Chelsea, move your butt..."

thick tension like a knife. She quickly squeezed into the

boyfriend here, but he seems unable to speak. Is he a shy person?" Chelsea said, shooting a glance at Gianna, who looked both amused and exasperated at the

say?" Gianna’s voice held a note

was because you were anxious about introducing your boyfriend to me. But why would that be? I don’t care if he’s a gangster,

laughter, glancing between the driver and Chelsea. "That’s the most ludicrous thing I’ve ever heard! You know

Chelsea echoed, turning her gaze back to the man driving. He had just started the car, seemingly

looks like a gangster, but Darius is a good jeweler, trust me," Gianna replied, a forced smile plastered on her face even as her cheeks ached from the effort

much discomfort from this charade. She could see the tension in his grip

even listening to me? It seems like your

can’t deal with not being the centre of