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

"Do you see it, Cedric? Tell me, you see it!" Victoria screamed, finally succeeding in flinging her arm away from Cedric's strong hand—or rather, the latter just loosened his grip on her.

She knew that a mark would blossom there on the morrow, but she was too incensed to think about it now. Instead, she started pacing outside the house, not minding the guards around the compound were watching her.

"That woman has a sinister plan, Cedric. I told you, but you wouldn't listen! Talking about…" She paused when she looked up and noticed that Cedric was not with her. Had he returned to the dining room without her?

The opening of the gates, however, alerted her that he didn't; he was rather going home.

"Where are you going, Cedric! Are you just going to give up like that?!!"

Damn idiot! She cursed, flinging her arm bag over her shoulder and stamping across the compound, half running when she heard Cedric start the engine of the car. She wouldn't put it past him to drive off and leave her here. After all, he had done worse.

If not for her ambitions, she cursed, opening the car door. What would she be doing with such an irrational man who didn't know when and how to fight for his rights?!

"Cedric, how can…"

The slap that connected with her cheek and nose was enough to blind her momentarily, to wheeze out whatever it was she wanted to say from her mouth and from her brain.

Victoria cupped her cheeks with her two hands, feeling it sting, feeling her nose bleed. Was it a punch? She was too engrossed in the pain to notice or think. She bowed her head, but it only served to increase the sudden headaches assailing her.

"Are you stupid? Why are you bent on destroying everything I'm building?!" As Cedric screamed, he wound up the glass, making them unseen from anyone outside—he wasn't about to take another risk, to give his grand-uncle another reason to adopt another stray.

"What is wrong with you!" As he spewed the question, he pounded on her back with his fists, making Victoria gnash her teeth in pain.

When she could no longer take the beating, she howled out, not even stopping when Cedric pulled her roughly by the hair, forcing her to stare at him.

"You are the worst of the girlfriends I've had. Don't you know how to keep your head down and be a submissive bitch?! Didn't you learn anything from last time? Didn't you see that he is already besotted with Athena, and that doing stuff to antagonize her is only spoiling my chances with him, huh? You idiot!"

Using his left hand to hold her hair, he used the right one to slap her cheek again, not moved by the blood trailing her nose. "You know what, we are done!"

Victoria's eyes, which had become meek and calm, immediately flared up with defiance again. "You can't be serious. Your mother won't be happy with it," She spoke, albeit calmly, not wanting to provoke another round of beating. Her body was already going through enough as it was.

"My mother can go to hell!"

"She's not going there anytime soon, Cedric, and I'm the only of your girlfriends she has approved of, so I think we should work through our differences and find a way to deal with Athena and her stupid children once and for all. That way, everyone wins."

Cedric pursed his lips, staring at Victoria distastefully. He could see why his mother had chosen her. She was cold enough to survive in their dysfunctional family.

"Work our differences, huh…" He muttered, letting her face go. "Then do the necessary," He tapped the bulge visible on his trousers. He had gotten hard while beating her, as usual.

"As you wish, love," Victoria said with a sweet smile, wiping off the bloody trail around her nose, her hands stretching to zip the fly of his trousers.

"I'll give you the orgasm of your life," She added, her head going down to do the needful, while biting down the urge to pierce his neck with the pin she used to hold up her hair.

Meanwhile, back at the Thorne's dining table, things were returning to normal, with Florence asking if anyone wanted more food, and Chelsea, with Gianna, rising to the occasion, cracking jokes with the older woman about food; the latter who was so pleased with their presence.

Antonio concentrated on his food, or instead, on the twins. Athena caught him watching and asked why.

He shrugged. "Just pleased that my children have become more wealthy,"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "So, when are you going to accept the invitation to be his daughter? You know what that means, huh? The power and wealth…"

Athena frowned. "I'm not interested in those."

It was Antonio's turn to frown. "What do you mean you're not interested? If you're not, why then did you let him adopt the kids? You didn't know what that entailed…"

"It's what they wanted."

"Then I'm sure they would want you to be part of the family too… he can be a father figure, you know…"

Athena's frown deepened. What was her friend talking about? Was he that dismissive of Old Mr. Thorne's presence? "Antonio, I think it's time you left. Didn't you mention some meeting you have tomorrow?"

Antonio's jaw slackened for a second and then tightened again. "You chasing your boyfriend away? The father of your children?"

Athena rolled her eyes, exceptionally irritated. "You are not the father of the kids. He is right between them." As she spoke, she got to her feet, aware of the silence at the table. However, she was done with these petty fights, and she needed her sleep.

"Yeah? Why is he not going then?"

"He needs to rest. Aiden and Susan too. We had a long day, Antonio. Can we do this tomorrow, please?" She added the polite word at the end to appease her new boyfriend, but the latter seemed to have drunk the same poison as Victoria.

"I had a long day too, Athena. And I came here to see you…"

"Can you both take it aside?" Aiden spoke for the first time since the dinner started.

"Seconded. My children need to eat and then go to bed. They don't need the drama." Ewan supplied, picking up his fork, his blank countenance masking the tumultuous battle within him.

"You shut your mouth, Ewan Giacometti. Because the twins are all over you, huh…don't forget your place." Antonio declared angrily, hands fisted in his pockets.

"I'm their father, Antonio. Deal with it. That's my place." Ewan retorted.

"But you lost that right since I'm their adopted father…."

"Stop this!" Athena commanded, anger lacing her words. "Antonio, step out."

Any form of pleading was out of her mind. She didn't understand how Antonio had become so unreasonable. In the future, she would make sure not to saddle these males in the same space.

"What about Ewan? He goes scot-free? I'm the father of the kids too."

Athena scoffed now, chuckling thereafter. "Father?"

"Oh, God…" Aiden cussed, knowing what was coming next.

"You know you're not their father, adopted or whatsoever. You're only their godfather. The papers were fake!" Athena flung her arms wide as she spoke, her eyes brimming with anger and madness. "Are you happy now that the secret is out in the open? Now, leave!"

This time, Antonio said not a word. He didn't even turn to the people at the table. He just walked out of the room.

When he did, Athena exhaled and staggered to the wall, her hand massaging her forehead.

Why can't they let her rest? She thought, her vision becoming hazy.

Medicine. She needed her medicine.

Inhaling deeply, she attempted to walk toward the door leading to the passageway; however, three steps in, she collapsed.

Luckily for her, Ewan, who had noticed her unsteadiness, had rushed to her and had in record time caught her in his arms. "Athena! Are you okay?"

In response, Athena chuckled like a drunk. "See you worrying about me, when your back is a mess… how are you even still standing… let's go… I'll treat you…"

"You will do no such thing…" Ewan muttered, carrying her in his arms, grinding his teeth as pain racked through his back. However, he didn't stumble or pause; he only followed the twins as they led him out of the dining room and in the direction of her room, while the people in the dining room watched in shock.

Until Old Mr. Thorne cleared his throat…

Everyone then bustled to their feet, speaking as they moved. The staff too, as they hurried to clear the dining.

Chelsea and Gianna hurried after Ewan, while Aiden stayed back to discuss the latest findings with Old Mr. Thorne. He trusted Ewan to do the needful. Moreover, Chelsea was a doctor. She would know what to do.

In Athena's room, Chelsea was trying to check Athena's wounds, but the latter kept muttering that Ewan was the one that needed care, not her. Chelsea was half tempted to drug her friend.

"Athena, I'll check on him when I'm done treating you," She said for the tenth time, but Athena shook her head.

"I just need my drugs."

Chelsea furrowed her brows, the same with the others with her. "Drugs?"

Athena pointed to her cabinet. "It's over there." And then she met her friend's gaze meaningfully.

No words were passed, but her friend understood the communicated message.

"Ewan, please take the kids to their rooms. Tuck them into bed too. I'll see about your injuries when I'm done with Athena. Thank you."