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.

steady. His bravado wavered, however, when Ewan left his position and sauntered toward him—like a

from Connor—who had delivered it, seeing the intent in his former boss’s

Morgan had

fright to note the exact stabbing location—he

"I know the necklace..."

with the knife. "Good call, Morgan. Good

to his full height, then retraced his steps back to 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

him—there was no use fighting an already-lost battle. He actually pitied whomever had hired him for this dirty

He finally

the content of this box?" Ewan continued the interrogation, while Athena

Morgan before he answered: "The box is in my private residence. It contains the details of the

Athena. The latter

cutting off one of your balls." She hissed, venom in

not!" Morgan shouted, note of desperation in his tone. "What I said is the truth." Aware of the rage overwhelming his interrogator, he didn’t

away, her feet stomping rhythmically

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

Athena wanted more.

was really useless. They would have just ended his life, but for the fact that he had been a source of misery to the people around—and therefore, he had

details, just in case. "Give me coordinates, and