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

a few feet away from

save for the rumbling of the old fan, which seemed to be doing its job tremendously despite its age and worn

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

face relaxed, the tension lines fading away, leaving behind a smoother version of the handsome face

she about to say?

enough to douse the insane thoughts that kept parading in her mind

former? Maybe then her thoughts would be filled with his pictures instead of

she knew that wouldn’t

in a curse and pushed her mind’s betrayal to the side when Ewan ended the call and got

mission is over," He said with a smile

her lips in rapid succession, her

then more

when Ewan

step forward. I think

laughing. "Damn right, Ewan.

and Dillion, who were leading the way out of the room, since they were the ones with the weapons. Ewan threw a sweatshirt over his head and followed after

of room 709, Athena breathed in and out deeply, darting a sharp glance at Ewan, a small smile dancing on both their lips. Could this really be it? Could Morgan’s days be

ten men in corporate attire of

behind her; her eyes had connected with Morgan’s beautiful but cold

first with

before anyone could say "Jack" by one of the men, who had been

shout, her heart racing irregularly at the suddenness of the movement, yet she felt thoroughly pleased watching Morgan wail about his

ever point at her again," Ewan stated in a

the dancing nerves in her belly again. She couldn’t believe herself. Even now, in the face of blood pooling on the floor, she still had the audacity to be moved sexually by Ewan’s

response; he merely gritted his teeth while battling

the empty space oozing blood between his fingers. He cursed when the shirt soaked, when the blood seeped through; he

proud voice, a sinister smile,