Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249: Long Night XIII

Athena could feel a headache coming on as she tried to swallow the implications of the facts spewing from Morgan’s mouth.

Heron was alive?

She felt suddenly ill, wishing she could be out in the open air—she needed to breathe.

Heron was supposed to be dead. Aiden had promised her that he was dead. And now this? Athena felt her temperature quicken in direct proportion to the mounting aches in her brain; she needed her drugs.

Then, she felt a calming touch at her waist. Sharply, even though she knew who it was, she glanced at Ewan furiously—or rather she tried to, but she ended up staring blankly at him.

"Athena, are you okay? You seem like you’ve seen a ghost," Morgan quipped scornfully, taking a drag of the cigarette, gun still pointed at Susan, who was still maintaining a calm pose.

But Athena was tongue-tied, not sure if it was because of the dreadful news or the burning intensity of Ewan’s gaze as he rubbed her lower back slowly and softly, or because her earlier fevers were starting to cool down.

What are you doing? She communicated the question to Ewan with her eyes, yet she didn’t shrug away his touch; she couldn’t afford to show an atom of weakness to Morgan.

She could drill Ewan on the matter of boundaries when they got out of here alive—a feat whose possibility was getting slimmer by the passing second—or she could get noticed by Morgan. She chose the former.

"I see you both are still cozy, even after the media thinks you are divorced. Planning on getting back together?" Morgan continued, digressing, having noticed that the stares between Athena and Ewan had taken more than a few seconds.

Athena swerved to meet his gaze then, determined to capitalize on that topic to stall for more time. But Morgan, as if sensing this, waved her and whatever she had opened her mouth to say, away.

"I don’t have time for your talks. Now that I have you in my hands, it is best I do away with you and not waste time like before. Bad things seem to happen when I do so." He said, locking the gun’s trigger in place, poised to shoot.

Athena’s eyes darted frantically between a still stoic Susan and Morgan’s gun. How does she get the young lady out of this mess?

"I would have loved to have a taste of you; would have loved my men to have a feel of what your betraying cunt tastes like, but there is no time. The last time I waited to taste a woman’s cunt..." Morgan pointed at Athena. "I almost died. So, now, I will just put you away from your misery. But first..."

He roughly dragged the mask off Susan’s face, causing her to emit a small shriek of pain as the mask came off, revealing her tender face, now red, with edges marred by blood.

"You don’t look bad..." Morgan muttered, trailing the gun over Susan’s face.

Athena’s heart rate spiked again, her discomfort only eased by Ewan’s calming hand on her waist.

"You would have been a good addition to the gang, seeing your calmness even in tumultuous moment—more than Heronica even—but I sense your stupid loyalty to this bitch here. Too bad that would do you no good now. Or do you want to reconsider your loyalties?"

Tensed silence enveloped the room as everyone waited for Susan’s answer.

The young woman turned to Athena, whose breath had caught in anticipation. And then she shook her head, still looking at Athena, her eyes flooding with tears. She had accepted her fate.

But Athena wouldn’t. She couldn’t help now, the sad tear that slipped from her eyes.

"Morgan, please... no... let her go. She is innocent in all this. You can take me captive,"

For the first time, Athena attempted to plead, but Morgan was rather amused.

"Doctor Athena begging—that’s a first. But you lied. She is not innocent. Her presence here has led you all to me... you should have considered the consequences before sending her my way, especially since her mother was also slain by my hands."

Susan jerked at that, steel filling her eyes as she looked at Athena in bewilderment.

"You didn’t tell her?" Morgan asked, laughing, glancing between Susan and Athena, who was silently pleading with her eyes for understanding.

"I didn’t want to send you in hotheaded. I didn’t even want to send you in at all..." Athena paused, gripping her hands tightly, anger rising within her for allowing Aiden to persuade her of this folly.