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

Chapter 319: Finding Morgan IX

Athena tucked her slightly shaking hands into the thighs-located flimsy pockets of the sundress, her gaze never

departing from Finn and Jake—or was it now Heron and Dax?

She sucked on her lower lip, anger boiling within her, then pain, remembering that Nathaniel had taken to Jake

easily, trusting the driver because Aiden had said so. She would have directed sof that anger toward Aiden,

but for the fact that she had made her mistake too regarding Finn; she had ignored her gut feeling again.

She needed to sit down, she thought, feeling her head start to thrum with painful aches, wishing for the relief

only her meds could provide. But doing so might give Morgan the impression that she was weak, that his

revelation had tipped the scales in his favor somehow.

No. She would rather borrow a feather from Ewan’s cap, she decided, pushing up her chin subtly, refusing to give

in to the feeling of weariness sneaking up on her.

Ewan’s back was battered; she knew he was in pain, yet he stood regal and tall, like a vengeful savior aiming to

bring justice. He was standing slightly in front of her now, waiting for her signal, her command, trusting that she

would do what was best.

She loved that about him.

"Please, letquestion them..." She said, her grasp now a gentle touch on Ewan’s arm.

He sighed, glared at an immovable Heron, and stepped away, taking a position beside her.

"No one informedthat you two have decided to give marriage another try..." Heron started, sitting on the

floor, tired of kneeling. His hands rested lightly on his knees, while his gaze darted nonchalantly between Ewan

and Athena.

Athena, however, had no tto dance around the topics giving her a restless time. "Tellhow you did it. How

were you able to act as Finn with that voice?"

Heron shrugged. "Easy. | just switched the voice texture..."

Athena refused to gasp in shock as Heron instantly sounded like the Finn she knew—cultured and cautious. He

really did fool her.

"So, | assthat you had plastic surgery? That means there must be a real Finn out there right? Considering

the documentations..."

"Of course. He had to go for the mission to be a success. However, a good doctor, if you ask me. Would have

made a nice addition to your team."

Athena ignored the pang in her heart, the sorrow for an unknown male who had died because of svendetta;

a foolish vendetta that had just ended now. "How then do you possess medical skills?"

Heron laughed. "I'm not an illiterate. Neither is my sister. Where is she?"

This time, Athena let the smile warm her lips. "Somewhere spectacular. You'll be joining her soon. Although, I will

let you know there are no women there to pass the twith... however, | am sure you will be entertained, after,

of course, I'm done with you."

Heron chuckled—a chuckle that dried up midway when a chilling coldness replaced the amusement in Athena's

eyes, a deathly chill that sent shivers down his spine.

He tried shaking it off with a nervous laugh, but he couldn’t—not when everyone in the room, everyone who

wasn’t he and his gang, wore the sexpression.

Who were these people? And what did the bitch mean when she spoke of not being civilized like the

government? They are going to take the law into their own hands?

"Her... no, | will address you by what | know you as..." Athena started again, folding her arms across her chest.

"Finn, you messed with my patients. You messed with my drugs. You messed with my practice. And Jake, you

played with my children..."

Athena wasn’t sure which hurt her most as she recalled Jake throwing her children up in the air and catching

them, and them asking for more throws.

She remembered the kids telling her about his favorite food and sport—a sign that they had already accepted

him. And then she recalled him asking for a week's leave to settle sfamily issues.

Those memories hit her hard. The gang really made a good play. She would give them that. But she would make

sure they regretted that gamble for the rest of their miserable lives.

Clicking her tongue in anger, she made a call to Aiden.

"What's going on? How are you feeling now? Are you hyet?" Aiden started once the call connected.

"No, I'm with Morgan."

A short silence ensued at the other end of the phone.

Athena brought the phone down from her ear and put it on loudspeaker.

"Athena... are you there?"

Aiden’s voice took on a shaking quality; it was obvious to the people in the room that he thought Athena had

been captured, that maybe Morgan had forced her to call him for ssort of information. It was clear that he

was trembling with fear.

"Yes, I'm here, Aiden. And don’t worry; I'm okay. Morgan is the captured one. Him, Heron, and Dax."

Another silence.

"Where are you?" Aiden’s voice was steadier.

"Still at the hotel. But don’t cnow if you're busy. I'm just informing you of the recent change of plans."

A pause. "Aiden, do you know Jake is Dax and Finn is Heron?"

On the end of the other line, there was tense silence, followed by curses, more curses, and then a loud thump.

Aiden had hit something, and something else had fallen to the floor, crashing.

"Athena... | didn’t..."

"I know, Aiden. It's not our fault. | refuse to blmyself, and I refuse to blyou too. We will be taking them

to Ewan’s hideout..."

"Ewan? | don’t understand..."

"Well, we didn’t bust Morgan alone. We had help. Ewan sent for his men again. But we won't be delivering

Morgan and his men to the black cells yet—no... | want my pound of flesh. Susan too... So communicate this to

her. I'll send you our location soon."

And then she ended the call, without waiting for Aiden’s agreement or rebuke.

"So, all these are your men?" Dax asked Ewan, in Jake's voice. Ewan didn’t bother answering. Instead, he turned

to Athena.

"Are you done?"

"A second..." Athena muttered, moving closer to Morgan. "I'll make you regret the day you were born, Morgan..."

But Morgan laughed. "What can a tiny woman like you do? You couldn’t even torture Heronica properly..."

Athena nodded slowly. "True. | didn’t torture her. But you three are a different case. Oh, Morgan, you have a lot to

pay for..."

"Is this because of Scarlett? You should let bygones be bygones, woman. After all, | made sure | pleased her well

enough... didn’t you hear her moans?"

Athena struck before she could think. She punched Morgan square in the face, followed by another, then

another, while he laughed like a maniac until a red-black haze covered her eyes.

She just kept punching, hearing voices around her, although they seemed far away, clamoring for her to stop.

But she kept punching, not ceasing when her hands felt they were pounding a mushy surface, or when she

tasted blood in her mouth.

She heard screaming too, a shrill cry, and wouldn't know until Ewan pulled her away that she had been the one

screaming.

"I will kill you, Morgan!"

But Morgan kept laughing—or rather tried to laugh, seeing as his face was now a bloody mess, his nose was

broken, and he was missing steeth. His tongue burned too, and he knew he had bitten down hard on it.

His face... he didn’t want to calculate the loss—nothing surgery couldn't fix, he thought. He just needed to get

out of here.

Meanwhile, Ewan pulled Athena to himself, strategically turning her head into his chest, aware she was weeping,

wailing. His hands around her waist, he ignored the breaking of his heart at such sorrowfulness and commanded

the men to take away the culprits.

"Wait..." He called out when the men moved to obey his instructions. "Who is LadyBug?"

The smile that flashed across the lips of the three men caused a stone to sink inside Ewan’s stomach. Whoever

this mystery person was, her identity would break Athena's heart further.

Who was that?

From the mischievousness dancing in the eyes of the culprits, he knew they wouldn't talk either. Well, good that

he had Connor on his side.

"Are..."

"Don’t worry..." Ewan waved whatever Dax had to say away. "I trust Connor to get all the information we need

out of you all."

"And who is this Connor?" Heron asked, refusing to show his nervousness at the way things were going.

"Connor Brafus. Remember him..." Ewan asked, a sinister smile blooming on his lips. He took utmost pleasure in

watching the two men pale to their roots.

"Brafus of the Demon Vipers Gang?" Dax creaked out, shaking like a leaf in the winter, the earlier bravado

dissipating.

Then Morgan's laughter cout as a wheeze. "That's... impossible." He managed to say. "That killing icon is

way out of your league."

"Is he?" Ewan pressed, raising an eyebrow. "When I'm Wolfsbane?"

Athena, who had turned to watch this exchange, guessing what revelation Ewan was about to make, was pleased

to see the expression on Morgan's bloodied face as he staggered; as his two partners fell to the ground on their

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