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

Chapter 333: Escape? II

Morgan was elated. Freedom had come. Finally, he’ll be escaping from this hellhole.

With his shoulders, he nudged the fellows beside him, while using his leg to gently touch Fiona, who had been chained to a rod near the middle of the room.

The three of them opened their weary eyes, fixing their gaze on Morgan, who had a triumphant smile on his lips.

"Idiot, what are you smiling about?" Fiona managed to ask through her dry, bleeding lips, annoyance creasing her features.

"The rescue team has arrived, my love. We will be out of here soon," Morgan said, his voice thick with hope.

Fiona’s heart soared immediately, her mind taking the hope like wings and flying free from one fantasy to another.

Once she was out of here, she would move straight to another continent; away from Morgan, away from Athena, and anything related to her—including Ewan. None of these people were worth her sanity.

Being here day after day, her priorities had been hammered straight, most especially after the incident a few hours ago, where she had been climbed by more than five men, while Morgan watched and screamed.

She didn’t think she had ever heard a more heart-wrenching shout. She had almost told him to keep quiet though, for his loud cries were preventing her from staying blank during the maniacal torture. It was a miracle she still had her mind intact.

To think she had told Morgan to do the same to Athena months ago...

Fiona shook her head. This was really karma. It was why she hadn’t made a sound until the men were done—not even when they slapped her while they were at it. She deserved it. All of it.

But maybe, the universe was giving her a second chance. Fiona swore not to misuse it.

She smiled when she heard Connor’s frantic steps around the house. She would soon be free to start over.

She smiled at Morgan too, not stopping when tears started streaming down her face unabated—soon, she would be free.

"Don’t worry, my love. I will make sure you forget all these terrible experiences. We will get married and have our honeymoon... it doesn’t matter that your body has been contaminated..."

Fiona smiled more, her face trembling with a bittersweet hope. Contaminated? Well, it was her fault.

No. Not again. Once she was out of here, she would get medication. She didn’t need

she kept smiling at Morgan because he was her only ticket out

even though she knew she couldn’t reach him. She didn’t even want to touch him, didn’t want

her hand fall when the bullets finally stopped flying. Was this it? Freedom? She allowed peace

suddenly barged open, startling her. Her attention snapped to the intruder.

bleeding? Why was he

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her husband toward the front porch of the house Ewan had mentioned—belonging to Connor, an associate of

knew exactly who Connor Brafus was. After all, she had once utilized the services of his old man. It

fact, more than happy that Morgan’s escape plan had failed. Yet, her mind was reeling—why had

one of them had been wearing a tracker. Morgan had been the first person to come to

and his men were

Thorne asked softly, a gentle smile playing on his lips, concern flickering in his

about Athena and her

"No. Those two are

perused the two women stepping around the dead bodies as if they were nothing more than logs of wood

as if for a round-table meeting. Only, instead of a table in the center, there was Fiona, Morgan,

was present—Connor had wiped them all off the face of the earth, most likely to protect his place in the gang where he was

to the seats. He took one, and the visitors complied. The men sent by Spider stood erect like soldiers guarding the perimeter, their eyes unblinking

how are you doing?" Old Mr. Thorne started, his arms crossed over his chest, unmoved by Morgan’s bloodied state or that of

know, old

I were you."

the least. She knew Florence was as tough as her husband. She reclined deeper into her seat, choosing to remain silent.

"I’ll ask again..."

don’t truly know. I wasn’t even expecting to be saved," Morgan cut in sharply, grimacing in pain as Connor stomped hard on his

cried out, clutching Connor’s leg desperately. "I honestly do not know."

Mr. Thorne waved Connor away, his gaze cold. "I’ll get to him later. I’m here

had been drooping, shot up in shock. She was the reason the infamous man was here? What had she

memory, trying to pinpoint where she had wronged the old man personally, seeing the hatred in his eyes—but nothing came to mind. She stopped thinking

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