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

Chapter 338: Fiona’s Truth V

Ewan watched the heart-touching spectacle before him, feeling a strange mixture of ease, pleasure, and relief that things were finally looking up for the Thorne family. Never mind that this matter meant the continuation of the dangerous political games within the Thorne clan.

It didn’t matter. He thought. He would personally see to Cedric—Cedric and anyone else foolish enough to think they could walk over his wife and children. Even if it cost him his life.

"Can you see what you and your family almost ruined?" Ewan’s gruff voice cut through the air as he questioned Fiona, whose head remained bowed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of shame.

"I’m sorry." Fiona whispered, her voice trembling.

"You can keep saying that in the black cells." Zane snapped, his tone sharp with disdain.

He turned away from Fiona, toward the Thorne’s reunion, a mixture of happiness and amazement flickering across his face at the unexpected turn of events.

Athena was already a guru in her own right—career-wise and wealth-wise; adding the Thorne empire to her cap would be something else.

He shook his head in amazement. He didn’t doubt she could handle it. If there was anything his father had hinted about Athena, it was that she could handle anything.

Speaking of his father, Zane pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to his old man about the good news.

’Athena is a Thorne...Aunt Emily’s daughter, and the one who saved Ewan from drowning all those years ago. Can you believe it?’

He then locked his phone and slipped it away, watching as the trio disengaged from their heartfelt hug, wiping each other’s tears. He smiled at Athena as she met his gaze, giving her a thumbs up.

She chuckled softly before following her grandmother to her seat, taking the next available spot beside the old woman. The elderly woman, refusing to let go of Athena’s hand, held on tightly as if anchoring herself to the truth that had just unfolded.

"Thank you for telling the truth, Fiona. Thank you for telling the truth this time." Athena said softly, her gaze meeting Fiona, who had lifted her eyes at the sound of her name.

Fiona nodded humbly. "It was the least I could do. I’m sorry for being the thorn in your flesh for so many years."

Athena bit her lower lip, her eyes scanning Fiona’s battered body and the wounds that marred her skin. She would need a thorough medical check-up—if Fiona was to last another week. She would ask Shawn to see to that before placing her in one of the cells.

"It’s okay." Athena said gently. "It’s understandable that you felt jealous—that I stole your friend..."

their eyes fractionally. What was

inwardly. There was nothing understandable about the

wouldn’t have turned out as you did... maybe if you had my

appreciated your companionship. Thanks for calling out for help to save Ewan’s life... and I’m sorry for how things turned out for you, for

spilled over again, uncontrollable now, flooding her cheeks as she kept wiping

maybe..." Athena sniffed, using her right hand to dab

She stated softly, her voice steady despite the emotion

a woman thoroughly shattered. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t even mutter a word—yet ’thank you’

quiet but firm. "A couple of years in the black cells. I don’t think you will be let out easily if we take this to court. My friend Shawn will be here soon. He’ll take you to the clinic so your wounds can be treated—and then to the black cells... for a couple of

as she glanced at Old Mr. Thorne,

broke through tears streaming down his face. He didn’t think he would ever

punished. I’m sure Lucas will have a story for Kendra. Is

been worse, that it should have been worse. Her life should have been snuffed out long ago, considering the number of lives she

you..." She whispered, bowing her head,

would soon learn. She thought, uncapping her water bottle. He would soon learn humility. There was no other

Athena’s voice hardened immediately, her emotions carefully contained as she turned to meet

respond,

rescued Fiona from Connor’s clutches. He won’t be pleased—and he would be too willing to transfer that aggression to you. So think carefully before you reply. You and your crew

from Aiden, your gang is over. Even now, your little cliques across the globe are being taken out discreetly by the government—not just of this country, but others. You really went far with the

his jaw,

the third time, Morgan.

tsk escaping her lips as

of the brutal beatings

thoughts, reclining in her seat. "But it will

Morgan nodded slowly.

"Use your words!"

He croaked, meeting her

how did your rescue team

don’t know. I only knew they were after us, from the