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

Chapter 332: Escape?

Cecilia Thorne. Granddaughter to Edward Thorne. Heir to the Thorne empire.

If she was still alive, that is. Wow. Athena mused, hoping the female was alive, seeing the faith shining in the eyes of Mr. and Mrs. Thorne.

She couldn’t even pretend to understand the feelings sweeping through the couple—having a piece of their daughter back, moreso, a granddaughter. It was more than they could ask for.

Whoever she was, Athena thought, she was both lucky—and well, in for a lot of trouble—considering Cedric had been trained from birth to see the Thorne’s empire as his. It would take a lot to dissuade him from his pursuit.

Fortunately, old Mr. Thorne wasn’t exactly gentle, or a pushover when it came to serious matters.

Cecilia Thorne. They might be good friends.

Athena watched the couple murmur the names of their granddaughter under their breath, as if tasting the synergy of the two names. Then she looked at Ewan.

He seemed ridden with shock, and Athena felt a sinking feeling as her mind supplied the possibility of Cecilia Thorne becoming Ewan Giacometti’s next obsession.

She twisted her fingers, unsure how to feel—uncertain if she wanted Cecilia to be found again.

Jesus! Get rid of that stinking thought, Athena! She cursed herself, hating that her mind could conjure such nonsense.

She shivered, shaking away the evil thought and the feelings that accompanied it. Wishing an unknown female dead because of Ewan?

What could she say? She was beginning to resemble Fiona! And Athena would rather be dead than be that woman!

If Cecilia had captured Ewan’s obsession, so be it. She had Antonio as a boyfriend, after all; maybe then she could focus solely on Antonio while co-parenting smoothly with Ewan. Beautiful right?

No.

"Is she alive?" Florence finally broke the long silence.

The phone was on loudspeaker so Jessica Walters could hear the woman’s hoarse voice.

She sighed. "I don’t know."

"What do you mean? Tell me everything about my daughter and granddaughter now!" Old Mr. Thorne screamed, unable to contain his frustration.

Another pause. This time, however, it wasn’t long.

me swear to keep it a secret. I was present—Declan and I—when she told you she

A pause.

was a retreat, all right, but it was for the utmost secrecy of the

was crying now, not bothering to

her family. Emily didn’t want to burden you, didn’t want you at odds with your only sister. She thought she

A significant pause.

black hair, and her mother’s bold, brown eyes. Cecilia. That was Emily’s name

sad laugh. A

around without giving me a headache. But then the threats worsened—as if the enemies suspected she was pregnant. There was

What happened then?" Old

old. Emily was getting her weight back in check already, and she decided

I

know. That was the last day I saw her." Jessica’s voice had become

huge secret from him, because he had always been all for public displays and family parties. Yet, he knew

husband were gone. It left his granddaughter. Was she still alive? He couldn’t make further inquiries since

"Thank you, Jessica."

pause. "I’m sorry I’ve kept this secret for so long.

wife to his side. "Thanks for telling the truth, still." And

the call and looked at Ewan. "Tell me everything you remember. Where did you

knowing the old man’s

Florence’s head shoot up as if she’d

"Fiona? Could she..."

quickly. "She’s not the one. But she knows who has the bracelet.

Old Mr. Thorne offered, knowing Fiona was still held captive by

bother. I will do that myself. We can head there together, if that’s convenient for

wide. "What’s more important than finding my granddaughter? I’ll follow you. We can even go now." He turned to his wife. "You will stay here. I don’t want

her head. "I’m coming with you.

happen; as unsavory as it might seem—especially to Chelsea, who was a doctor and

turned back

kids have to be prepared

out," Florence replied, wiping her tears, her voice strong again. Without another word, she left the room

think Cecilia is alive?" Nathaniel asked, not exactly asking the main

you think you

can only hope she is. It would mean so much

Ewan’s phone rang out, breaking the silence. He furrowed his brows when he