Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248: Long Night XII

Athena knew why Ewan had led the way, yet she wondered if his promise to the children was the only reason behind his actions. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}

However, she pushed the thought aside before it could take root and fester. She had other matters to concern herself with, like the fact that the underground space resembled the president’s secret office. Was it just a mere coincidence?

She glanced at Aiden; the look in his eyes and the tension on his face suggested he was pondering the same unsettling idea.

"No one seems to be here. It’s just so quiet," Ewan noticed, halting in the middle of the underground chamber.

He scanned the surroundings and observed three doors leading to unknown rooms. Other than that, the place was bare, save for a few cushions and a library on the side.

Where was everyone? Where was the girl named Susan? He wondered, taking in the neatness of the area—a sharp contrast to the chaos in the living room upstairs. It was obvious this space was Morgan’s domain, yet an unsettling emptiness loomed.

He watched the agents, who had descended with him, lower their guns which had been raised before, ready to shoot. Then his gaze returned to Athena. She looked just as confused.

"Something is wrong," He said, at the same time with Athena. They looked at each other curiously before returning their attention to the agents.

"Yes, it seems too—"

"Easy," Ewan completed Aiden’s statement, a sinking feeling of foreboding washing over him. "It’s like we’ve walked into a trap."

Instantly, everyone’s guns were raised, including his, poised to fire as they all grasped the unsettling truth of Ewan’s words.

Athena, however, remained perplexed. Who had leaked this information? Had one of the agents betrayed them?

In that moment, she attempted to communicate with the agents outside, including Zane and Sandro, but all she received was static. A cold dread crept into her spine as she tried again. "Hello, hello..."

Aiden and Ewan mirrored her attempts, calling out to the team outside, only to stop when they heard dry laughter from behind them.

Startled, they turned to see the wall sliding open, retreating left and right, to reveal Morgan clapping his hands as he stepped out of a hidden room, accompanied by several of his gang members.

As he emerged, the three doors opened, letting even more members into the chamber.

We are surrounded; outnumbered. Athena’s grip tightened on her weapon, panic rising within her. Who had betrayed them?

"I must admit, I’m surprised you all made it this far. Whose idea was it to crack the code?" Morgan began, strolling leisurely to a sofa and sitting down.

Tense silence greeted him.

"I suggest you drop your guns and kneel on the floor though. None of you will be escaping here tonight," He continued, a sinister smile creeping across his lips. "And don’t worry about your men outside; they’ve all been taken care of."

Ewan shuddered as one of Morgan’s members forced him to the ground, smirking victoriously while taking his gun. What did that evil man mean? What had happened to his friends?

The thought of Sandro and Zane lying dead in a pool of their own blood sent ice coursing through Ewan’s veins. He glared at Morgan. "What have you done with them?"

Morgan chuckled, eyeing Ewan as if seeing him for the first time. "They have been put out of their misery, Mr. Ewan Giacometti." He pulled a Cuban cigarette from his pocket and slid it elegantly into his mouth.

Susan, concealed behind her ’Heronica’ mask, expertly lit the cigarette, as if she had been doing it all her life.

It was a source of comfort to Athena as she knelt down between Aiden and Ewan, weaponless, that the girl was safe at least.

"You know, Ewan, if you had listened to me and brought my love, my Morgana, you would have been exempted from the massacre that’s about to happen here," Morgan continued, his tone mocking.

Athena steeled herself, refusing to cower under Morgan’s gaze as she held on to the fragile hope of a miracle.

Ewan said nothing this time around though. He remained silent, staring at the ground, forlorn, as if he had lost everything.

Athena wished she could tell him to stay strong, but she understood, to an extent, how he felt. She herself wasn’t feeling okay; Zane was the children’s godfather.

"What do you want, Morgan?" Athena finally asked, meeting his predatory gaze head-on.

He must really be furious that we found this place, Athena thought, scanning the area for any other potential surprises. What else could be hidden here? Who attended meetings in this fortress?