Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91: Whiz Kids

"What is going on here?" Athena demanded lightly, after pushing open the door to her children’s room just at three in the morning.

She was startled to see the dim glow from a laptop illuminating the faces of her children, Kate and Nate. They were huddled together, surrounded by an explosion of papers, wires, and tiny hard drives, looking like little ruffians caught at a caper.

Her side caught a sleeping Kendra, unaware of the twins’ schemes.

Meanwhile, the twins immediately froze at their mother’s voice, their eyes wide as they looked at her, unsure whether to appear innocent or guilty. _{freewēbnoveℓ.com}

After a moment of awkward silence, Nathaniel spoke up, the words tumbling out. "Mom, we were... uh, working on something."

"What kind of ’something’ requires you to stay up this late?" Athena asked, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "You should be sleeping, not plotting in the dark."

Despite her frustration, warmth surged through her as she observed how earnest they looked, their little faces lit by the glow of the screen.

Already, she had an inkling of what they might be working on. And as much their concern pleased her, she knew she wouldn’t accept it.

Kathleen twirled a USB drive in her fingers, her voice barely above a whisper. "We want to hack into Mr. Ewan’s company servers," She admitted, her cheeks flushing with the implication of her daring statement.

"We want to destroy it. Hurt him for hurting you. He is not fit to be our father, as he seems unable to learn that you can’t be harmed in any way. We should enlighten him again. We are starting with the company’s structure first."

The truth finally said, still sent a tremor through Athena’s heart, a mix of dread and disbelief leaving her momentarily speechless, especially seeing Kathleen’s lips set in a firm line.

These two, with their sharp little minds and boundless creativity, must have concocted a plan so fraught with danger—nothing better than a digital revenge scheme against a man who wouldn’t learn.

Yet...

"No," She said firmly, shaking her head. "Absolutely not. This isn’t the way to handle things."

She felt a knot tighten in her stomach as she surveyed the room. Her children, brilliant as they were, had tapped into their anger in a way that now alarmed her.

"Why not?" pleaded Nate, his voice trembling with a cocktail of anger and hurt.

"Mr. Ewan hurt you. He doesn’t care about us either, because if he did, he won’t hurt you. We want him to pay for what he did." His eyes, deep blue and wide with resolve, seemed far too adult for his age.

With a sigh, Athena sank to her knees, allowing her gaze to meet theirs. "I understand you’re hurt," she said softly, her heart aching at the sight of their innocent anger. "But this isn’t the answer. Hurting someone else will only lead to more pain for you. It won’t fix anything; it will only make things worse."

Athena almost scoffed at her own words, because she was ready to dish back to her rivals a cut of revenge should they cross her.

But she didn’t want that for her children now. They were too young to get started with that.

"Leave the battle to me." She added, noting their unsatisfied looks. "I’ll take care of Mr. Ewan myself."

Kathleen shifted uneasily, glancing at her brother before speaking up in a tiny voice, "We just want you to be happy again." Her words were laced with sincerity, yet they also revealed an all-too-mature understanding of the world around them.

Athena took a deep breath, feeling the weight of responsibility settle on her shoulders. "Listen, both of you. I appreciate how much you want to help me. I do," she began, choosing her words carefully. "But I need you to undo everything you’ve done. Can you do that for me?"

The twins exchanged glances, doubt clouding their expressions but then hardening with resolve. They would listen to their mother.

Just then, something on the laptop screen caught Athena’s eye—a logo she recognized all too well. "What about this website, KN? What is it?"

An intense silence descended on the room.

Athena piqued an eyebrow at her children who kept darting worried glances at each other.

"Nathaniel..." Already her suspicions were growing. "You can talk to me. You know I’m always proud of you, no matter what."

Nathaniel grinned, his energy returning. "We own it! Kate and I run it," he said proudly, as if this declaration would make all the difference.

Athena’s mouth dropped open. "You what?" Her dismay rendered her speechless for a moment. "You’re managing a press company? How did you even pull that off without being present?"