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.

keep it a secret. I was present—Declan and I—when she told you she was going on

A pause.

it was for the utmost secrecy of

Florence was crying now, not

she suspected it was from the family. Your sister, Mr. Thorne, and her family. Emily didn’t want to burden you, didn’t want you at odds with your only sister. She thought she could handle it alone, seeing as Declan hired

A significant pause.

thing. She got her father’s black hair, and her mother’s bold, brown eyes. Cecilia. That was Emily’s name for her. Declan had no choice but to go

sad laugh. A

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

What happened then?" Old Mr. Thorne asked

baby was four months old. Emily was getting her weight back in check already, and she decided to visit her best friend, Miley—you know, Ewan’s

I remember

that’s all I know. That was the last day I saw her." Jessica’s voice had become hoarse too,

been all for public

Was she still alive? He couldn’t make further inquiries since Ewan’s parents had been murdered in a

"Thank you, Jessica."

to mention, Mr. Edwards..." A pause. "I’m sorry I’ve kept

his side. "Thanks for

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

answered immediately, knowing the old

shoot up as if she’d been

"Fiona? Could she..."

his head just as quickly. "She’s not the one. But she knows who has the bracelet. She refused to

her talk," Old Mr. Thorne offered, knowing Fiona was still held captive

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

"What’s more important than finding my granddaughter? I’ll follow you. We can even go now." He turned

coming with you. I’m not

exchanged glances. They both knew what was about to happen; as unsavory as it might seem—especially to Chelsea, who

Thorne sighed and turned back to

bit his lips. "The kids have to be

sorted out," Florence replied, wiping her tears, her voice strong

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

do you think you are the

know. We can only hope she is. It would

He furrowed his brows when he saw Connor’s name flashing