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

Chapter 335: Fiona’s Truth II

Ewan battled with disbelief, with incredulity, with shock. Yet he knew that Fiona was speaking the truth; maybe because of the resigned tone in her voice, or the clarity, the nostalgia evident in her tired eyes.

Still, knowing this didn’t make her words any easier to believe.

He had been friends with Athena.

Once. He had been close to her, had cherished her companionship enough to defy his parents, to stay away from his friend, Fiona.

He tried to remember this, and suddenly a wall shut him out. A wall and pain. He gritted his teeth, his fist clenching.

Damn it! He cursed, giving up.

His eyes found Athena then, staying. She looked as strung up as he was—less volatile though. She was looking at Fiona with what could be akin to amazement.

Hell, he was amazed too. He had been friends with both of them, at the same time. An impossibility that had been possible years ago.

Athena.

His eyes scanned her face—her lips, her nose, her long black hair, her high cheekbones—and then back to her plump lips.

Athena.

His savior.

Ewan’s heart shook within him, his fist clenched the more. How could he have missed the trail?

Another part of his mind urged him not to blame himself, yet how could he not?

He unclenched his fists, splayed them on his thighs. She had saved him, and because of that...

His eyes shut of their own accord. Because of that, she now dealt with headaches far worse than his—headaches that hadn’t been cured with her spectacular medicines.

Tears touched his eyelids. He didn’t bother to restrain them, didn’t bother to call the leaking faucet to order—it was the least of his concerns. He would rather let them run free.

on the shoulder did he open his eyes.

somewhere and bawl his eyes out, punching the wall all the while... He had tortured his

Athena. Cecilia Thorne.

old man would forgive him for hurting his granddaughter. But that gentle touch, that forgiving touch... it

Not that I’m surprised. You only cry where Athena is involved..." Fiona’s words broke

handed to him, battling the urge to throttle Fiona right then and

Witch. Jezebel. Wicked woman.

didn’t cross Ewan’s mind as he glared at Fiona with intense heat. She didn’t even flinch. Days spent in

arms across her chest, her gaze

licking her lower

that?" Florence asked, her voice sharp

her throat was going through a major crisis. But her stomach needed something

processed her thoughts again, not wanting to overstep

get something to eat? Talking is making

her upper lip in, grazing it with her teeth while contemplating, as the others did. Finally, she succumbed. Desire to hear more of

Chocolate or biscuits? Something she could chew on while

was being her cunning self again, but he left to get something from the

tingled at the thought of another way to make her scream. Surely, they wouldn’t let her

cake, meant for his breakfast. He glared at Fiona as she collected it from his hands, her

a piece of cake, and when she finally swallowed, she moaned softly as the flavors burst on her tongue. It didn’t matter

cleared his throat. "You can

you very much," Fiona said, tilting her head slightly toward Florence, who furrowed her brows in

Humility or coquettishness?

his parents’ admonitions, of course..." Fiona started, continuing from where she

I knew nothing of. Worse, he wouldn’t let me play with them—even though Athena pleaded that I be included. She liked me, you see, Athena. I was also her only

leaned back, resting

current situation. So I made another report. This time, a bodyguard

A piece

her. Even then, there was this irresistible pull between them. They were too..."

and bread. They even