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

Chapter 332

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

A pause.

was a retreat, all right, but it was for the utmost secrecy of the pregnancy. She didn’t

Florence was crying now, not bothering to

her family. Emily didn’t want to burden you, didn’t want you

A significant pause.

born. A beautiful thing. She got her father’s black hair, and her mother’s bold, brown eyes. Cecilia. That was Emily’s name for her. Declan

laugh. A deep

and could get around without giving me a headache. But then the threats worsened—as

continue. What happened then?" Old Mr. Thorne asked gently

day you called her to visit, the baby was four months old. Emily was getting her weight back in check already, and she

yes. I

day I saw her." Jessica’s voice had

because he had always been all for public displays and family parties. Yet, he knew he would

Was she

"Thank you, Jessica."

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

to his

me everything you remember. Where did you

Ewan answered immediately, knowing the old man’s

watched Florence’s head shoot up

"Fiona? Could she..."

one. But she

Old Mr. Thorne offered, knowing Fiona was

bother. I will do that myself. We can head there

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

was already shaking her head. "I’m coming with you.

what was about to happen; as unsavory as it might seem—especially to Chelsea, who

and turned back to Ewan. "Can we go

lips. "The kids have to be prepared

her voice strong again. Without another word, she left the room for the kitchen to

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

think you are

hope she is. It would mean so

silence. He furrowed his brows when

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