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

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.

Morgan laughed, turning to his cronies. “Look at the bitch asking what I want.” He shifted his attention back to her. “I should be asking you that, you flimsy, stubborn insect who has refused to die, since you’re the one who invaded my hideout. So, Athena…” He paused, taking a drag from his cigarette. “Why did you come here?”

Athena shrugged, her expression one of nonchalance. “I came here to seek answers and then cut your stinking charade short in this country. Sleek, isn’t it?” A sly smile curled her lips.

Morgan chuckled, shaking his head. “You never cease to amaze me, Athena Caddells.” He crossed his legs and took another puff. “Imagine my disbelief when I received word that you’d be coming here tonight. I didn’t even know you knew the location. Still, I made arrangements—refusing to be caught off guard, making it seem like I wasn’t around, like you all wasted your efforts coming here. Yet you surprised me again. You broke the code. How did you do that?”

Silence was his only reply.

This time, Morgan wouldn’t tolerate it.

Without a word, he pointed to one of the agents behind Athena, and instantly a gunshot rang out.

Athena whipped around, her heart racing with relief when she realized the bullet only hit the agent in the leg.

“The next one will be in the head, Athena. I promise. That’s mercy right?” A pause. “So doctor, tell me, how did you crack the code? Which of my men revealed that secret to you? Is the person here? Point that motherfucker out to me!!” Morgan’s voice was a low growl, laced with rage.

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?

“Athena… don’t push my limits.”

But Athena was at a loss for words; she didn’t want to expose Ewan for fear of what could happen to him. Morgan was unpredictable; he might shoot the latter on the spot.

Didn’t he mention a massacre? She couldn’t allow the children to lose their father just as they were beginning to connect. The prospect of Sandro and Zane’s possible deaths was all she could bear.

As she deliberated on how to respond, conjuring the best lie she could muster, Ewan spoke up. “I did it.”

Athena didn’t know when she pinched him sharply on the wrist, but his face remained stoic, and he didn’t flinch from the pain.

Morgan raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Ewan’s bold response, the Cuban cigar momentarily forgotten. “How?”

Ewan shrugged. “It’s a simple code, used in ancient times. I read a lot.”

Morgan studied Ewan for longer than a minute, sizing him up before taking another drag from his cigar. “I see. Well, that spells your death now.”

Ewan’s heart raced as Morgan stood up, seizing the pistol from one of the members nearby.

Athena felt a wave of panic wash over her. She had never been this afraid since her last kidnapping. For the sake of the children, Ewan couldn’t die. Yet how could she flip the situation?

They had lost all communication with the outside members, including Spider, whom Ewan had spoken fondly of on the way here. Their only source of hope was the President’s secret society, but depending on the time she had given them, they were still thirty minutes out. That was an eternity in their current predicament.

Suddenly, Ewan’s fingers began signaling a message: a double draw. Gather and Assemble.

But why? Athena darted a glance at Aiden. He saw it, as did the other agents.

Before she could think on the matter further, the agents behind her rushed forward, colliding clumsily, as if their knees were trembling from pain.

Morgan laughed. “I thought you lot were trained? A little kneeling, and you’re already tired? Straighten up!”

He chuckled with satisfaction as they obeyed without hesitation. “You know, Ewan, I thought you should go first. But there’s someone else who should eat the dust before you all…”

Athena clenched her lips tight, fearing he was referring to her.

“One who thought she could breach my ranks and take on the nature of my subordinate.” He laughed mockingly, unleashing a stone of dread into Athena’s chest as she watched one of the members push Susan forward.

Her eyes watered in pain as she watched Susan standing proud, radiating confidence as if she were truly Heronica.

“Susan Langford,” Morgan murmured, touching Heronica/Susan’s hair. “You actually fooled me. But then Heron visited… and you know what they say about twins—they are intertwined in more ways than one.”

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Author’s note->Gather and Assemble: A military signal. A circular motion with the hand, palm facing downwards, or a beckoning motion with the index finger.