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

Chapter 318: Finding Morgan VIII

"They are here," Ewan announced, bringing the phone down from his ear, eyes twinkling with anticipation.

Everyone, including himself, let out a breath of relief, tinged with little anxiety and hope. This would soon be all over... if everything went according to plan, if this mission ended on a good note.

Ewan couldn’t wait, his impatience was revealed in the fiery nature of his sharp eyes; his feet tapping on the floor was enough to show that he wanted to go home.

"So, how much longer do you think we’re going to be sitting ducks?" Athena queried, stopping for a moment in her pacing, hands folded across her chest. This was the only way to remain calm while her nemesis was just doors away.

Her hands tingled with excitement at thoughts of all the things she wanted to do to Morgan.

And no matter how much she tried to suppress these hopeful feelings, knowing how fragile and unpredictable life could be, she still couldn’t help it; the anticipation caressed the nerves in her belly, bringing her mind to a certain form of fantastical enjoyment she had been yearning for—months now. Years even.

"I’m not sure, but less than an hour," Ewan answered, pausing to peruse Athena’s eager countenance. He shook his head, chuckling softly. "A bit of patience, young warlock... the pieces will soon fall into place."

Athena scoffed lightly, aware that the two agents were exchanging glances at them, perhaps wondering what was going on between them, obviously aware of their turbulent past.

"So, any luck deciding who LadyBug is?" Ewan continued, seeking a topic to pass the time. Their victory was imminent.

"No, not yet. I can’t even make any connections. I guess we’ll just have to leave that truth to time. Or maybe torture it out of Morgan. Or maybe Spider can check it out?" Athena said, her gaze optimistic as she spoke with Ewan.

The latter shrugged. "I already sent the request to Spider. He mentioned that he would check it out, even though he hasn’t heard of that code name before. And he hears a lot of things..."

The last clause was added for the benefit of Athena and the two agents who didn’t know Spider as well as he did.

As an efficient web master, Spider’s ears and antennae for hot gossip and information were another tool in his arsenal.

If only his old friend had heard about those who wanted his parents dead, him too...

He pushed himself deeper into the bed and rested his head against the headboard, eyes closed, phone still clutched in his hand, waiting for good news.

Seeing as Ewan had chosen to remain calm and collected, Athena inhaled deeply, strolled to her own bed, and attained the same position as Ewan.

she would wait too; she would play the waiting game

with ripping seams a few feet away from the door, which was resting tiredly against

Ewan’s phone rang out, shattering the quietness of the room, save for the rumbling of the old fan,

the call, his eyes fixed on Athena’s so that she would know when it

fading away, leaving behind a smoother

she about to say?

to douse the insane thoughts that kept parading in her

Antonio enough to keep them at bay? Should she sleep with the former? Maybe then her thoughts would be filled with his

knew that wouldn’t be the

in a curse and pushed her mind’s betrayal to the side

over," He said with a smile and twinkling

loud ’yippee’ and ’yes!’ escaped her lips in rapid succession, her fists striking

more

Athena almost wept in relief, exhilarated when Ewan came to her

step

laughing. "Damn right, Ewan. Damn

her feet, smoothed her dress, and followed Hank and Dillion, who were leading the way out of the room, since they were the ones with the

darting a sharp glance at Ewan, a small smile

door opened to reveal about ten men in corporate attire of varied colors of short sleeves and plain trousers, forming a

wasn’t even aware when the door shut behind her; her eyes had

silence first with a

Athena, a finger that was instantly cut off before anyone could say "Jack" by one of the men,

thoroughly pleased watching Morgan wail about his beautiful finger, seeing him bemoan his loss and threaten fire and brimstone upon his assailant

ever point at her again," Ewan stated in a steely voice

She couldn’t believe herself. Even now, in the face of blood pooling on the floor, she still had the audacity

had no response; he merely gritted his teeth while battling

shirt to cover the empty space oozing blood between his fingers. He cursed when the shirt soaked, when

to take me to the hospital. I know you want me alive..." He called out with a proud voice, a sinister