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

Chapter 339: Fiona’s Truth VI

What else are these two not privy to? Morgan gnashed his teeth bitterly, openly glaring at Ewan, unable to help it. They seemed to be an encyclopedia—with the amount of information they literally had about him, about everyone, about everything.

Just how far did their tendrils reach? He bit his lips, unable to suppress the loathing coursing through his veins, immersing himself in the feeling of his pathetic helplessness.

How did Ewan find out about the necklace? If the Wolfsbane knew, then Athena knew too.

Morgan held in a scoff. The only thing he had managed to accomplish concerning Athena was bringing her close to her ex-husband.

If he had known the truth—if he’d realized she was a labyrinth of mysteries—he wouldn’t be in this mess. Instead of playing manipulative games, he’d have run, or worse, killed her while he had the chance, instead of entertaining the idea of sleeping with her.

"Are you contemplating whether you should continue with the truth?" Sandro asked, folding his arms across his chest. His hateful stare was enough to make Morgan shrink.

Probably Phanthom or Hawk. Morgan concluded, wise enough to understand that Sandro and Zane’s lack of surprise when they stepped into the room was a possible indication that, at one time, they had been part of the Demon viper’s gang.

He shuddered before he could help it, disgusted with his earlier pride which had preceded his fall.

"We won’t be asking that question again..." Zane added, leaning forward, hands on his knees.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m not one for jewelry." Morgan swallowed hard when Ewan raised an eyebrow, a chilly smile playing on his lips.

"Not one for jewelry?" Ewan echoed.

bravado wavered, however, when Ewan left his position and sauntered toward him—like

collected a knife from Connor—who had delivered it, seeing the intent in

time, Morgan

note the exact stabbing location—he cried out like a banshee, causing

"I know the necklace..."

Morgan’s shoulder with the knife. "Good call, Morgan.

his seat. "Now, speak. What does this necklace open? I’m quite sure it’s a key to something..." His finger pointed at the necklace, which had a unique design, albeit resembling a

fighting an already-lost battle. He actually pitied whomever had hired him for this dirty work. Seeing

a box." He finally managed

What is the content of this box?" Ewan continued the interrogation, while Athena perked up, hoping for

private residence. It contains the details of the contract with Crayfish, some family heirlooms,

Athena. The

will be cutting off one of your

said is the truth." Aware of the rage overwhelming his interrogator,

stomping rhythmically on

already seen the contract Morgan had with his employer before the fire that had consumed the hideout—nothing of importance

him, Athena wanted

his life, but for the fact that he

Ewan asked, needing to cover all details, just