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

Chapter 322: Punishing Morgan

Athena was utterly amused and pleased when Fiona finally realized that the man covered with the stench and droplets of blood, sitting on the bare floor a few feet away from her, was Morgan—her main boyfriend.

Athena watched with a satisfied smirk on her lips as Fiona drew back her head, as if struck, momentarily forgetting the pain smarting her legs, and gaped at Morgan, then at Ewan, and finally at her.

Athena could see the looks of disbelief, shock, and annoyance flashing across Fiona’s face—both at Morgan and at Ewan—right before the woman let out a curse.

"You let yourself get captured! You fool! Who will get me out of here then?!" Fiona gritted out, her hand tapping gently on her fractured leg, hissing when the pain kicked up a notch.

"Someone get her a medic! Can’t you see she is bleeding out?!" Morgan screamed, ignoring Fiona’s contempt, ignoring Athena’s request, ignoring his own condition—the weakness of his body that foretold a possible infection if his wounds weren’t treated now.

He frowned, his lips puckering in anger, his left fist clenched—for his right was too painful to fold—when Athena laughed boisterously in response, and the others joined in the loud uncaring laughter.

"Honestly, Morgan, you haven’t gotten the memo yet?" Athena questioned, raising an incredulous eyebrow. "I didn’t take you for someone thick in the head."

She turned to Heron and Dax, whose heads were hung low, lost in their headspaces, and tsked. "At least these two understand what’s about to go down. They understand that the game is up."

Morgan chuckled drily, upsetting Athena. What was there to laugh about?

"Do you think the movement would end with my death? Do you think my sponsors care about me? The Grey disease will keep..."

The rest of his words were drowned in a bloodied cough that escaped his mouth when one of Ewan’s men kicked him from behind.

"Of course, I’m aware the movement isn’t over. But apprehending you? That’s a huge progress. Now, enough talk. Are you going to talk to Connor about a better way to treat Fiona, or should I let him involve more men in the equation?"

But Morgan was silent, only wincing when Fiona hissed once again in pain.

Ewan nodded at Connor, and the Irish male used his left foot to stamp on Fiona’s broken leg.

The scream that erupted from the bloodied mouth of the female was enough to tear down the building. Not even Connor’s threats and hard slaps to her mouth could quench such pain, such sobs, such heart-wrenching screams of agony.

"I thought you were a doctor... how can you bear to stand this?" Morgan finally spoke, his voice hoarse, his eyes bleary with unshed tears; the male wanted to weep.

"So, because I am a doctor, I should let people get away with their atrocities? You seem to forget that I worked with the CIA, and I’m

Athena?" Morgan asked,

did, there wouldn’t be time for all this long-winded

give in—so he could step in and remind her why

that you’ve forgiven him despite the atrocities he committed as Wolfsbane... why can’t you forgive

a blank expression, contemplating Morgan’s audacity. Did he think that because she

close to some favorable conclusion with Athena, inhaled deeply,

to jail if

out laughing then. She bent over, holding her stomach as she laughed—one hand on Ewan’s

life imprisonment..." He tried again, his mind calculating the number of policemen

I’m a joke, Morgan?" Athena asked

and shook his head.

blackmail me emotionally. You tried the ’doctor’ card, and since it didn’t work, you’re now trying the ’emotion’

to Connor. "Get me some

attention to Morgan. "You mentioned Ewan—well, you both are vastly different. I don’t owe you any explanation either. And he’s not the

upstairs gleefully to get the gloves from the compartment box. When he returned, Ewan’s crew had left Morgan’s side and gathered behind Ewan, their expressions

"Here, the gloves."

cast a glance at Ewan, who winked at her—much to her chagrin—before looking at Fiona. The latter’s

I’m sorry," Fiona begged, making a

wanted to do, but the cold countenance—the chilly aura that had enveloped her

escape her lips when pain rocketed through her entire being, triggered by her fleeing movement. She let out a sigh of relief, however, when Athena ignored her

voice as chilly as winter, alerting Ewan that this version of Athena was one he had

as Connor hurried to fulfill

Athena took the medium-sized knife, lifted Morgan’s bound hands, and sank the tip of the blade into the open, fresh wound on the male’s

teeth at first, sweat beading around his forehead and falling, but when Athena smiled coldly—humorless—and pushed

fixed on his face—until the piece of flesh split into

the gory sight, Athena, without taking her eyes off Morgan, stabbed the bloody knife into

out next. She kept stabbing the same point on his thigh with insane accuracy and

he had just met Satan in human