Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 126

Chapter 126: Christmas Mercenaries

With every bullet striking the car violently, Ewan felt his heart convulsing in a mixture of fear and dread.

Was this the gang again? It had to be!

His mind raced with dark thoughts, but the most pressing concern was that his children were trapped inside that car. He couldn’t let anything happen to them.

Frantically, he scanned the surroundings, noting how his driver had joined the other vehicles in a desperate attempt to clear the area, aiming to evade the danger posed by the flying stray bullets. No one dared to approach. Who would be reckless enough to put themselves in harm’s way?

At this rate, his children might die. The pessimistic thought pierced through him, and fresh tears began to burn in his eyes as he took in the chaos around them.

Suddenly, the gunfire came to an abrupt halt.

Ewan inhaled deeply, summoning every ounce of courage within him. Without a moment’s hesitation, he stepped out of his car, throwing caution to the wind, ignoring his driver’s shouts of ’sir, please!’.

He had already fired off a text to his security team, urging them to hurry, but he knew he couldn’t wait for them to arrive. Time was slipping away.

He dashed past the ’armored tank’ that had been the catalyst for this terrifying shootout and headed straight for Athena’s car, acutely aware that they had only a short window before the unknown gunmen would reload.

"Athena! Open the door!" He shouted, desperation lacing his voice.

Inside the car, Athena watched Ewan pound on the window like a man possessed, and her anger bubbled to the surface. Was this man truly so foolish? Didn’t he realize he was putting his life at immense risk?

She reluctantly opened the window to tell him so, but before she could speak, a bullet zipped through the opening, striking the interior with a deafening crack, shocking her to the core.

Fortunately, Gianna had pushed her chair back into a reclining position, lying down protectively with Kate cradled in her arms. So, the bullet hit the window and tumbled harmlessly to the car floor, but it wasn’t just the close call that left Athena breathless; it was the spiderweb crack that now marred the glass.

As the severity of their predicament set in, Athena quickly wound the window back up, her pulse racing. Ewan had fled back to his vehicle, finally grasping the reality that a sniper was lurking, and she instinctively held Nathaniel tighter against her chest, seeking comfort in the warmth of her child.

The car was a bulletproof fortress, thick and sturdy—Aiden had made sure of that—but it seemed those hunting her had factored that into their plan, opting for a sniper attack instead. A sniper with bullets that can perhaps penetrate bulletproof glass.

Athena took a deep, steadying breath, her mind racing with thoughts. If assistance didn’t arrive soon, the consequences could be fatal. A bullet hit the window again, punctuating her spiraling worries. If it continued like this, they were as good as dead.

She fought against the tears threatening to spill; how could she let her Christmas Day devolve into yet another tragedy? And If she broke down now, what hope would her children have? They needed her to be strong.

The sniper fired four more shots before an eerie silence descended, wrapping around Athena like a suffocating shroud. Athena held her breath, praying that the security detail had finally arrived. Had they managed to eliminate the sniper? Her resolve shattered when a sudden thump against her window jolted her from her thoughts.

"Athena!" That familiar voice belonged to Ewan.

What was he doing here again? She thought he had returned to his vehicle. Yet when she lifted herself and caught a glimpse of his frantic face in the reflection, a mix of relief and confusion washed over her.

"You are safe now," He repeated incessantly, gesturing emphatically at the door knob, urging her to open it.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she complied. Ewan might be foolish and impulsive, but she knew he was no murderer; he wouldn’t harm his own children.