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

Chapter 325: Objections

The tap again. This time, on both sides of his thighs. More insistent. Nathaniel and Kathleen.

Ewan inhaled gently. Surely he must have said something wrong, he concluded, darting a sharp glance at Kathleen, who had a nervous look on her face, and then at Nathaniel, who had a disapproving one.

But what did he say? Was he wrong to make that sort of joke? Was the fact that his children were now adopted kids of Old Mr. Thorne supposed to be a secret?

Ewan bit his lower lip, his mind’s wheels running faster and faster as he began to see a particular train of thought, one he wasn’t entirely happy with, especially with Athena looking at him like that.

She hadn’t looked at him in that way... since forever... she looked at him as if he were a devil’s pawn. And he could understand why.

The Thorne family, no matter the united front they presented to the general public, was anything but that, at least that’s what he thought.

He didn’t think the death of his godparents was a mistake. They had been murdered just like his own parents. And Ewan could understand why Athena didn’t want this piece of information out in the open.

If he hadn’t been so consumed with the food he was eating, he would have probably made the connection before speaking, seeing as Cedric was right opposite him with his fiancée.

Yet, he hadn’t.

However, he would be damned if he should let anyone get near his children, if he would let any harm come to them.

No. He would rather die. He would rather make bargains with hell than lose his children to family politics. He wasn’t losing another family member again.

So, he grasped Nathaniel’s and Kathleen’s hands, which were still on his thighs, and pressed them, conveying reassurance to the twins, who for some reason, now let their angst go.

Mom, Father will take care of it. Kathleen seemed to communicate with Athena as she met her mother’s gaze. Trust him, her unwavering eyes spoke, calming Athena’s flaming fury to an extent.

She didn’t know why her children, along with other discussions, had told Ewan about the adoption. Actually, she did. They were beginning to trust him.

standing firm for him. She thought, a

father of her children a chance with the kids, but seeing how

could handle it; she actually believed she might kill Ewan this time! Her children were where she drew the line, and seeing them cozying up to Ewan... she wasn’t sure what to

whom they believed could save them from

calm down. She

present. Assess the situation. She instructed next, her eyes leaving Ewan’s to face the other Thorne at the table,

but she had been lucky to see it in the first glance when Ewan had first dropped the news: Confusion. Shock. Anger.

deceived, of course, by his latest facial

fiancée wasn’t exactly wise enough to keep her emotions under

contorted in a frown. "What are you talking about? Grandfather never made mention to the family about an adoption procedure or ceremony. So I think you must be mistaken; the kids might

rather pressed the kids’ hands again and turned

of the tongue but were also asking

Beside him, his wife placed a reassuring hand on his thigh, giving him strength and agreement for whatever he planned to

weren’t blabbing, Victoria. They never do." An answer and a rebuke in

meet his grand-uncle’s

to hear. Noticing the attention drawn to her, she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. "It’s

stubbornly, needing to play the part. "I’ve taken you as such since my birth. What is happening? Why didn’t you inform the family of the new

the announcement on a certain date," Old Mr. Thorne replied, picking up the fork again, refusing to

Kathleen and Nathaniel, the newest additions to the Thorne household. I’ve been trying to convince their mother, Athena, to make

would be sharing Cedric’s inheritance with him! She would never let it happen! She

eroding away. She even

eyes flashing with rage. "You..." She pointed at Athena. "You bitch... you are the one trying

called my mother a bitch is cooling her heels in the black cells. Do you

her lips, her mouth hung open as she turned to see who had

just the little boy. "I see that your mother didn’t teach you enough manners to stay quiet when the adults are talking... you scoundrel, one more word from

a chilling quality that caused Victoria to swallow before she