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

Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly. Steadily.

Athena commanded herself, her hand on her chest as she inhaled deeply and exhaled softly. She was going to be okay. She wasn't going to be captured by Morgan ever again.

"I can't imagine what would have happened to us if LadyBug wasn't on our side, you know…" Heron continued, oblivious he had an eavesdropper closeby.

"Yeah, it would have been disastrous. They would have made a mess of us today…"

Athena noted that this second speaker was the same person she had heard talking with Heron those many nights ago, when she had first invaded the hideout of the Scorpion's gang—the night when she and Ewan had almost died from dangerous smoke inhalation.

Her breath seized as the men continued to talk about the LadyBug and the strategic position the coded person occupied in the operation. Turns out, LadyBug was a female.

"Athena wouldn't know what hit her… I can't wait to see her face when LadyBug reveals herself."

So, LadyBug was closer than she thought too? Who could that be? Athena ran a thorough check on the possibility of LadyBug being a friend, but nothing came up.

She would have thought of Madam Ruby, since the widow seemed to have a lot up her sleeve, but the males had talked about the unknown woman being close to her, and not Ewan.

She was snapped out of her thoughts when she finally realized that the voices were getting closer. They were climbing up the stairs! This meant they were on the same floor as she and Ewan!

Inhaling sharply, she turned around and walked—fast, yet very lightly on her feet—so as not to alert the two men that there was an eavesdropper, back to the room.

Inside the room, she shut the door softly, making sure it didn't thud; no need to inform the males that there was even someone on the floor.

Was this fate? She wondered, her eyes still shut. Even if Morgan wasn't with them, capturing Heron and whoever that second male was, should be a huge step in the play.

Like Heronica, Heron was an important member in Morgan's inner circle. So, if they could capture him, then there was a sixty percent chance that they could get to Morgan on their next try.

Yet, who was LadyBug? Athena felt more inclined to catch this person first.

"Athena, did something happen?"

Athena's eyes instantly shot open when she heard Ewan's groggy voice. He was awake! Good timing!

"Hey…" She muttered, sauntering steadily to the beds, taking a seat on hers such that the distance between her and a sitting Ewan was merely two feet.

"What happened? Did you see something?" Ewan repeated his question, his earlier zeal for food forgotten.

How could he think of food when Athena's face was paler than usual? Did she see something outside the room? Maybe an orgy?

The thought of that—the remembrance of how her face had been that night Gianna was missing for a couple of minutes; when she had seen so many couples in that room—brought a soft smile to his face.

"What's funny?" Athena frowned before she could help it, swearing to give Ewan a knock if he talked some flirty nonsense like before. She wasn't in that mood!

"Nothing much. I just remembered an old memory. Never mind about it. Tell me what happened."

Athena would have pressed further about the memory to satiate her curiosity, but the matter she had just witnessed was far more important. "I overheard Heron with another gang member talking… they are staying in this hotel, on the same floor as us."

The rest of the sleep and tiredness hanging around Ewan's eyes cleared out. "You heard them now? Like right now?"

Athena nodded, sensing the urgency in Ewan's tone.

"Do you think Morgan is with them? What were they saying?"

Athena bit her lip and shrugged. "I don't know if Morgan is with them. But they talked about a LadyBug who was working with them, a woman who is quite close to me."

Ewan raised a brow. "LadyBug? Who do you think that is?"

"I don't know, Ewan. All my friends are loyal."

"Sure?"

Athena frowned again. The loyalty of her friends couldn't be shaken. Secondly, it was only Gianna who knew of this life of hers—Gianna and Susan.

The first was her best friend, and the second would never be caught dead working with the gang. So, no. It must be someone else.

Who then?

As she sank deep into her thoughts, reviewing her friendships, Ewan reached for his phone and dialed Spider.

"Found the location of Morgan?"

"Yes, he is lodging in Hotel Laurent."

Ewan snapped his gaze to Athena and put the phone on loudspeaker. "Did you say Hotel Laurent?"

Athena's eyes widened when Spider confirmed Morgan's location. Hotel Laurent was the hotel they were staying at too! Could this be it?

She shook her head, grabbing her own phone. They would need all the agents they could get; she and Ewan weren't in a position to fight.

However, Ewan's warm hand on hers stopped her swift motion across her keypad. "Trust me to take care of it," He mouthed, meeting her gaze steadily.

Athena nodded. Ewan had proved himself more times than she could count.

"Yeah. He is in room 709." Spider confirmed again.

Athena chuckled in disbelief. That was two rooms down from theirs. Could they pull this off since luck was on their side?

"Okay, thank you, Spider. I'm also at Hotel Laurent, and I need your help again. We need to nail this cruel motherfucker once and for all. Are you game?"

"Always, Ewan. Always."

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"Do you think this will work?" Athena asked after Ewan made plans with Spider and dropped the call. They were going to enlist the special agents who had taken care of Aiden's old friends from Nimbus.

Ewan nodded in response. "It's better this way. Calling in your agents and Aiden's might alert them to the issue. I'm not sure if they would be as sneaky as mine. We need stealth at the moment—no people dressed in black combat clothes storming a hotel. That would tip off the enemies. And we don't want that happening."

A contemplative pause.

"I also don't want a shootout, as that would attract the government. I don't want them involved until all this is over. Do you see it?"

Athena nodded. "Yeah, I see it. So, we just wait, yeah…"

"Yeah, we play the waiting game again. Do you think the fruits still remain?" Ewan asked, feeling the hunger pangs again.

He exhaled tiredly when he captured the sad face of Athena.

"It's okay; I think we can wait," He continued, lying on the bed again on his belly, pleased that at least the pains around his body had subsided significantly.

However, a knock sounded on the door, bringing the two friends up short. They both exchanged curious glances.

"Who do you think that is?" Athena whispered, not rising from her position on the bed.

But Ewan had no clue, so he said nothing other than shrugging his shoulders.

The knock came again, and the two friends decided, through eye contact, that they wouldn't be opening the door.

But the knocker wouldn't give up.

Just then, Athena's phone rang. It was Hank.

"Hello Ma, we are outside with the food."

Athena let out a sigh of relief, but when she remembered that Morgan was just two rooms away, her breath caught, and she hurried out of the bed as Ewan sat up on his bed, hands clenching his thighs, hoping for the best.

When she opened the door, she beckoned the two men standing outside with a trolley to step inside the room.

The two men, seeing the urgency on her face, immediately complied, pushing the trolley inside. Athena shut the door behind them.

"Morgan is two rooms away from us," She announced when she noticed the two men watching her, the blatant question written on their faces: What is going on?

The hands of the two men immediately flew to their guns.

"Then we should go for them," Dillion stated, pulling out the pistol, his hand checking the revolver and the state of the bullets while his face remained upward—as doing the checking was a habit he could perform with his eyes closed.

"Yeah, but we have already made arrangements. We just have to sit tight here. The rescue team will soon be here. Have you both eaten?" Athena asked as she opened the platter, her mouth watering at the sight of food.

"Not yet," The agents replied simultaneously.

"Well then, join us. I think this food is quite a lot," She said before winking at Ewan. It really seemed that fate was on their side. Now, all this day needed to be complete was the capture of Morgan.

Meanwhile, back in the black cells, Alfonso was shaken to discover the new inmates who had joined him in his little black cell that wouldn't even let him see his hands or feet. High-ranking men who Athena had brought to their knees.

He had even heard from them that she was now working with Ewan.

Alfonso chuckled, resting his head on the dark, damp wall covered with mold. Athena had won. Despite how hard he and his daughter had fought, it had been for naught. He should have listened to his wife.

Or was it ex-wife now, since his torture master had personally delivered the divorce papers to him yesterday and forced him to sign them?