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?

entered a romantic relationship without alerting the

think you went on the plane just to get

drifting through the air as Gianna opened the door to the back

if it were an

knew how much Chelsea detested even hearing the name of the male who had wreaked havoc in her life without so much as an

shared the specifics of that fateful night with her friends, and she certainly didn’t intend to start

calm her fraying nerves, Chelsea inhaled deeply, steeling herself. She observed as Gianna left the door ajar and strolled

her friend instead of leaving her to

car, ready to confront the

her head to confront him, the

spitting image of her past tormentor, a doppelgänger that made her heart race in

two people look

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

No. Not Sandro.

curled around his broad

couldn’t deny that the black hat perched atop the male’s head added to the intimidating aura he

A gangster?

introductions because this guy was somehow connected to

herself in disbelief. Surely Gianna should know better;

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, summoning more courage

audacious proclamation, creating a thick

as she held the driver’s piercing gaze through the mirror. Even with those sunglasses obscuring his eyes, the intensity

was he staring at her like that? They were

between him and Gianna? Was this man a template of an

"Chelsea, move your butt..."

the thick tension like a knife. She quickly squeezed into the car, shutting the door with an air

trying to strike up a conversation with your boyfriend here, but he seems unable to speak. Is he

voice held a note of incredulity and

grin forming. "You were displaying some major nerves, and I figured it was because you were anxious about introducing your boyfriend to me. But why would that be? I

and Chelsea. "That’s the most ludicrous thing

to the man driving. He had just started the car, seemingly eager to leave the

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 of

tension in his grip on the wheel and sensed that time spent in

are you even listening to me? It seems like

not being