Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 215

Chapter 215: The ‘Psychatric Clinic’ II
Fiona’s ears were ringing as if they had been slapped. With it came a startling panic attack she didn’t know could exist in her body.

However, seeing the bored expressions on the faces of the four males in front of her was enough to kill the panic rising within her. They wouldn’t buy into her shaking and falling on the ground now, even if it was real.

She inhaled deeply, fixing her stare on Ewan, who was also staring at her intently as if expecting something from her.

An angry outburst? Another roleplay? Fiona wasn’t sure, but she was certain that if she had known this was going to happen, she would have actually bothered to escape when the shootout had commenced earlier today.

She would have fought tooth and nail with the security detail to escape this hell she had fallen into.

What could she do now? What could she say when Ewan had beaten her at her own game?

She had thought him gullible, yet at the end of it all, she had been the gullible one. Even when the signs had shown themselves—his hostility in the boardroom—she had figured it was because he thought he was speaking to Constance.

Taking in another deep breath, she crawled, covering the distance between them, and held his legs. “Ewan, I am sorry. I don’t know what came over me. My father’s influence started it, and then… I don’t know.”

Ewan barked out a snide laugh right before he flung his legs away from her grasp. Looking at her distastefully, he shook his head in disbelief. “You are done roleplaying already? Gosh, I was really stupid, always falling for your lies and games. Even when I caught you red-handed trying to sabotage Athena, I still stuck to you, believing that it was a harmless mistake, which even innocent people were bound to make once in a while. I must have been a fool in my past life.”

Fiona shook her head vigorously. “That’s not true, Ewan. You are not a fool. You are a good person…”

“No, I’m not,” Ewan interrupted calmly. “And you are about to see that.”

Fiona shuddered before she could help it. “Ewan…”

“Fiona, if not that I don’t want blood on my hands, I would have shot you straight in the face when I saw you in the boardroom. To think I actually considered marrying a national slut!”

Ewan’s voice rose higher, and a single non-straight vein strutted from his hairline down to the base of his forehead. He would have also loved to blame Fiona for destroying his marriage, but he had a good hand in that, and so he let it pass by.

He bent to her height—she was now sitting on the floor like a docile dog—and took a good look at her for a few seconds.

“I regret the day I met you, Fiona Adams. I hope we don’t meet again. Because if we do, I might shoot you for real this time around.”

Fiona started crying then, for real. Yet, who would believe it, and who would care? “I’m sorry, Ewan, but if we hadn’t met, you would have died!”

Ewan chuckled. “Died? Fiona, you’re not the one who saved me.”

Fiona’s jaw slackened. What? How did he find out?

Ewan shook his head. “To think you started scheming from that young age is quite unbelievable. Alfonso really mentored you well. But that’s okay; my friend here will make sure you regret being an Adams, that you regret the day you were born. He will make you regret meeting me too, so that we are even.”

He cocked his head to the left, still looking at her, unmoved by the stream of tears cascading down her eyes. “Do you know the real reason why I didn’t just shoot you on sight?”

Fiona said nothing, instead thinking of ways or words to get out of Ewan’s punishment. She had grown so used to his goodness and graciousness that she had forgotten he had an evil side, just like Zane and Sandro.

Sandro was only different because he always showed her his bad side since she tried seducing him.

“Because if I do so, it will be painless and quick—a far cry from the punishment you deserve. My friend here, however, will make it slow. And when I mean slow, I mean years-slow.”

A sob broke out from Fiona’s lips as her mind started to conjure up different scenarios.

“Fiona, again, I promise you will regret crossing paths with me. You will wish you hadn’t schemed with your father. As a matter of fact, you will wish you were in the black cells like him.” Ewan continued, standing straight.

When Athena had suggested taking Fiona and her father to the black cells, he had negated that because he wanted to punish Fiona himself. He wanted her to suffer for all the pain she had put him through, all the pain she had put Athena and the kids through, and all the deaths she had caused.

“She is all yours. You know what to do.” He said, looking at the male who had a ruddy appearance.

The male bit his lip in contemplation, even though his eyes gleamed with amusement, eagerness, and satisfaction. “Are you sure I can do all I want to do? Does that include involving the forest boys? I’m sure they are hungry.”

Ewan nodded, without hesitation. “She loves giving herself to men without reservation. I doubt twenty more will make a difference.”

Fiona shook her head frantically, crawling toward Ewan again, but Sandro blocked her path.

“Don’t come close, else I will cut off your tongue.”

Fiona shrank immediately. She knew better than to doubt Sandro, so she settled on looking at Ewan like a lost puppy, but the male didn’t even glance at her.

Fiona’s heart broke again and again. Twenty more? It was different if she was in charge, but seeing the gleam in the Irish man’s eyes, she knew it was anything but that.

“Ewan, please…”

“The first time Athena was kidnapped, on her return, she was almost raped by one of the kidnappers, would have been more, if not for the timely arrival of the rescue team. You will have a taste of that fully here,” Ewan said, sparing her a hateful glance.

“You tried poisoning my children, right? You will get poisoned daily, so much so that you will hate your body. You will hate your life, and then you will beg for death. But it will be far from your reach.”