Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Declined Cards

Fiona stood in the center of the living room, and surveyed the properties of the flat Ewan had given to her.

The properties were high class; very expensive. The flat was beautiful too and tastefully furnished; with the artistic designs on the wall, with the vintage throw pillows on fitting sofas, with the two master bedrooms and a good view of the city,

But there was no Ewan. The flat wasn’t Ewan’s mansion either. And for that, she was unsatisfied.

Scratching the inside of her palm, she screamed, again and again—someway to transfer the aggression she was feeling concerning the chaos she found herself in.

Then she looked at her bags on the floor, and sighed angrily, remembering the cab she had taken.

Her father hadn’t even helped her to drop them, knowing she had no car of her own! As a matter of fact, he hadn’t spoken a word since their return from Athena’s office.

His company has fallen into a worse state since then.

She had checked, and although she didn’t understand much about the market, she understood the comments she saw from the netizens—that if care wasn’t taken, her father’s company would fold up.

Still, is that why he should ignore her? Didn’t he care about her own feelings?

She slumped into one of the sofas, sighing in relief at the comfort.

At least Ewan had cared enough to give her the best furniture.

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She couldn’t let him go. Over her dead body!

Her stomach grumbled then, alerting her to her hungry state.

Standing up, she checked the refrigerator first, believing that Ewan had stocked it up with food at least.

But she met the shock of her life.

The fridge was totally empty. There was not even a bottle of water inside it!

Fiona shut the refrigerator in anger.

She marched to the kitchen, to check for the same.

She only stopped at the door, to notice that the kitchen was bare except for pans and pots, which were still in their cartons.

She balled her fists. Was Ewan expecting her to work with her neatly manicured fingers?

She stamped her foot on the floor in frustration. She hasn’t worked since Ewan took over her welfare!

What was the need, when you had a billionaire by your side—better, as your future husband?!

But the tides have turned now. What should she do?

She returned to the living room, and seeing her five bags on the floor, she screamed again.

Couldn’t Ewan had gotten her a nanny in the very least? Someone who knew her way around a home.

She was made to be served, not to serve, not even to serve herself.

Moving angrily, she picked her wallet from the center table, and walked out of the apartment. She needed to eat first, before thinking of anything first.

She stopped at an expensive restaurant and walked in, head high.

Ewan hadn’t announced to the public that they weren’t engaged. So, till then, she intended to make full use of the window she had.

As she took a seat and ordered the most expensive dish on the menu, she decided to go to the shopping mall after eating.