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

"If Ethan were here, he would be in the best position to scout this environment," Athena stated with a sigh, as her eyes surveyed their surroundings from the back seat of the black-tinted Mercedes.

Beside her was Ewan, and in front of them were two agents—one driving and the other scouting the area like them. The two would serve as a bridge to the other agents waiting at the other end of the street to sweep in when the signal was given.

At this rate, Athena wondered if there would be any sign given at all by her and Ewan considering the sterile environment. There was no one in the streets; it was as if everyone had run away because of some matter. Even the small restaurant where their car was parked beside was void of life.

Athena would have been happy, considering that it meant easier passage into the house, but this was not a relatively family-friendly street filled with peace, joy, and laughter. No, from the reports Spider had submitted to Ewan and from the few things she could gather herself, this was a neighborhood driven by gangs and other criminal elements.

No way was this normal. Something was at play.

The creepy feeling was back again. Could this be another of Morgan's traps? It most likely was.

"When you mention that Ethan would be the better scout in this situation, what do you mean?" Ewan asked, taking his eyes from the window to focus on Athena, not pleased that she used the adjective "better" for a man who wasn't him.

Athena shrugged in response. "He is very good with stealth. Probably like Zane… that's why his codename was Phantom, right?"

Ewan nodded slowly.

"I was right then. Well, Ethan is also skilled at scaling buildings. How else do you think I was able to get my hands on Fiona's phone during the court case?"

Ewan raised an eyebrow in response; nothing fazed him anymore about Athena. She had a lot in her arsenal—a range of tools and agents, many loyal people. And Ethan was one of them.

Ethan Patterson, who had won Businessman of the Year twice in a row… Ewan shook his head. To think that even then, the latter had been operating Athena's companies.

Ewan allowed himself to recap his dealings with the young man; his friends had been right—he was truly lucky that Athena had accepted him as her friend and abandoned her earlier revenge plan. It would have been a disastrous monstrosity otherwise.

He shuddered before he could help it, thinking of the other side of the matter if luck hadn't intervened for him. Hopefully, nothing would make him and Athena enemies again.

All his secrets were out in the open, except for the fact that he remembered more than he had told her about, concerning his old memories.

He wasn't sure why he was keeping that from her, but his mouth seemed to develop a mind of its own whenever he thought of broaching that topic.

"Are you okay, Ewan? You seem… I don't know, lost?" Athena's melodious voice broke into his thoughts, snapping him away from them.

"Sorry, I was just contemplating how to get past this dilemma." He lied, not finding it necessary to add that he didn't think anything was wrong in the neighborhood. The people were just obeying the words of the gang leader who ruled the environment single-handedly.

After the conversation he had with his friends last night, Sandro had reached out to Madam Ruby—a distant relative of the head of the gang but a very close friend—about the operation today, and instructed her to convince the gang leader to stand down as they walked into their territory.

Ewan didn't care how she had accomplished it, but the incentives in his company had been enough to carry out the appeal. However, he hadn't anticipated the clearing of the whole street.

"Let's get down," He muttered, turning away from Athena to grab the side of his door.

However, Athena stopped him by grabbing his shoulder and pulling him back.

"What do you think you are doing, Ewan?" She asked, a frown clouding her beautiful face. "Do you think you're bulletproof? Maybe you should call Zane since he's good at stealth."

Athena's care warmed Ewan's heart; however, he knew that Zane wasn't free at the moment.

His friend was currently outside the city for a jewelry competition partly hosted by his father's company. There was no way Zane would rush over here, not when he believed that Athena's boyfriend was after his job.

But he didn't say all this; he rather chose to expose the connection knowing Madam Ruby afforded him.

"Nothing will happen. Madam Ruby has made sure of that."

The frown on Athena's face deepened. "What did you say? Madam Ruby? What has she got to do with all this?"

She remembered vividly the woman who had supported her taking over Ewan's company when he had been bedridden. The woman could easily pass as a president's wife with the way she carried herself, not allowing her widowhood to tamper with her business sense.

Yet, Athena couldn't wrap her head around why the woman's name was thrown into the conversation.

"She knows the gang leader. They are distant relatives. I called in a favor yesterday."

Athena pouted at Ewan's gameplay before she could help it, cursing at herself the next second when Ewan smiled lovingly at her.

What was wrong with her? Why was she always letting down her guard when she was around this man, as if she were to fall, he would always be there to catch her?

Where was that confidence, that trust emanating from?

And why the hell was she pouting?! She was dating Antonio now! He even sent her a beautiful morning text this morning.

Athena had been so surprised that it had taken her a couple of minutes to send a reply; she had never received a morning text. Unless she counted the monotonous ones Ewan sent her during their loveless marriage whenever he needed something.

Ewan, seeing the myriad of emotions flashing across Athena's face, had an inkling of what was going through her mind. Yet he lifted her chin gently, meeting her gaze steadily, surprised that she didn't slap his daring hand away.

"You look cute when you think."

His heart warmed further when her cheeks seemed to take on a reddish hue.

This time though, she slapped his hand away, albeit gently, like a friend would.

"You really have a crazy train of thought, considering that we are on a mission."

And then she turned away, opened the door, and stepped out of the car calmly, like the boss lady she was.

But Ewan could see the slight tremor of her fingers and knew that his little act had shaken her. He loved it.

"So, you're telling me there's no sniper to my head, to our heads? You're really putting some blind faith in Madam Ruby… she could kill you and…"

"And then face the wrath of Sandro and Zane? Nah, that woman loves her life too much." Ewan interrupted Athena midway as they walked toward the house that fit the description Spider had sent them that morning.

When they got to the front of the house, they paused and looked at each other.

"Are your agents ready?" Ewan inquired, jaws ticking.

Athena nodded, tapping her phone screen on, her fingers flying across the keyboard frantically as she typed out messages to a select few.

"Let's go in." She said, sliding her phone into the inner pocket of her trench coat, and bringing out a pistol from the side pocket. Ewan followed suit.

Both inhaling deeply, Ewan moved first to the door, hesitated for a split second, and then kicked the door open.

So much force did he use that the door fell from its hinges.

Athena's jaw slackened, even though her hand tightened over her gun.

"How the hell did you do that?" She mouthed, stepping quickly into the neat sitting room, only dirty from the cloud of dust that had risen from the dark green rug which had been used as a carpet when the door fell to the ground.

Ewan shrugged. "Maybe the door is an old one with rusted hinges."

Athena's eyes widened with incredulity; however, she let the matter go, remembering that after all, Ewan was Wolfsbane—the one who the media claimed, or rather gossiped, had superhuman strength. She concentrated on the mission, on finding Morgan.

"No one is here," Athena muttered weakly, as they returned to the sitting room with the open entrance twenty minutes later, after searching the rooms in the one-story building.

"Could it be that Spider got the coordinates wrong?"

Ewan shook his head. "Spider never gets coordinates wrong. Something else must have happened. Do you think he got wind of our coming?"

Athena furrowed her brows. "And how would he have known that? The only people who know of this movement are you, your friends, Spider, and then me and Aiden… Aiden won't tell anyone else… or…"

Athena paused, looking at the open door. "Maybe the gang really tipped him off. They must have thought that since they couldn't kill you, they could spoil your plans…"