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

Morgan's heart grew weaker and weaker as he struggled to listen to Aiden recount the events that had led up to this moment to the two CIA agents.

From their stance and language, he had gathered that much. The video call that was going on too, on the phone held by one of the agent—seems the boss at CIA was keen on hearing the recap also—only confirmed it.

And when Aiden affirmed, for the second time, that he would be delivered to the government, Morgan's heart failed him.

He clutched his chest, feeling the organ seize painfully, his heartbeat becoming less regular. His other body tissues and organs moved in that same fallen rhythm. The government? What did that mean? What will become of him? Will he be able to pull any string at all if he should fall into the hands of the President?

"Help…" He croaked out, unable to bear the pain any longer, but in his present condition, it was just a mutter—one that couldn't be heard by the people around him. It only took the stretching of his bloodied, weary hand to alert everyone that their culprit would soon be joining the afterlife.

They all turned to Athena, waiting for her input.

But the business mogul cum doctor was lost in thought. She was contemplating on rebranding her entire business empire, putting all her companies under one umbrella name—there was no need to hide anymore.

It took Ewan calling her in a calm voice to drag her out of her mental calculations.

"Is there a problem?" She whispered, barely, to Ewan, who shook his head immediately.

"Not at all. Morgan seems to be at the edge of death…"

Athena nodded slowly, appraising Morgan once more. Delivering him to the government as soon as possible was the best course of action, but… she paused and turned to Susan.

"Are you done with him?"

Her question caught everyone by surprise, yet they all focused their attention on Susan—some, especially Ewan's agents, wondering what the beautiful young lady possibly had to do with Morgan. What had the devil done to her?

Meanwhile, Susan smiled gently at Athena—an appreciative smile that, however, turned cold when she faced Morgan.

"Not yet. I am not done yet. Connor can do the bare minimum for his wounds now. I will take care of the rest. And if it's okay with you, I'll deliver him to the president myself. You don't have to worry about him anymore."

"Of course you will," Athena concurred with a smile, ignoring Morgan's breathless grunts of pain, of impending death, of ongoing suffering and despair. She believed Susan would make him regret touching her mother; she didn't need to know how effective Fiona could be as a tool.

Raising her phone, Athena snapped pictures of Morgan and his two accomplices and sent them to the president's personal line. Phase one of the mission was complete. Then she nodded at Connor, who gladly stepped forward to take Morgan away.

Athena could bet her ass that Connor would do some torturing while treating Morgan. She was happy about that.

"So, these two are for us, then… three if you count the woman with them. Was she part of the operation?" Shawn inquired, gesturing at the crowd of three who were now the center of attention.

"No, she wasn't. But she's committed as much problems. You will be depositing them in the black cells. The two males… you know where to keep them. I'll try to convince the president to toss Morgan in there later, before he's taken away for the death penalty… and for the woman…"

A pause. Athena looked Fiona over again; Fiona whose head was bowed, waiting for her judgment from an old rival. With the fight gone out of her, she was as meek as a lamb. Her ears twitched at the silence, at the anticipation, her heart pounding so loudly she was sure everyone around could hear it.

Where would they keep her?

"Just keep her with Heronica for now. I'll think about her condition later…" Athena finally said, letting out a sigh.

A raised eyebrow when Heron jerked his head up. "So she's alive?"

Athena didn't bother with the stupid question. "Please, take them away," She said instead to Eric and Shawn. The duo was happy to oblige.

"Wait…" Aiden's words stopped them from executing their little mission.

Everyone watched as he beelined for Dax—who had gone by the name Jake for months, masquerading as Athena's driver. They watched as he delivered a blow to the man's face, causing the fake driver's head to jerk harshly to the left.

Another blow to the face—breaking the nose and starting the bleeding from his nostrils.

No one stopped the assault. No one said a word, not until Aiden finished dealing the blows.

When he stepped back, Dax was a bloody mess—split lip, loose teeth, disfigured nose.

"You can take them away now. Make sure they're kept in the darkest parts of the black cell. I'm sure Morgan will be joining them soon."

He trusted Athena's convincing abilities.

The CIA agents chuckled, lifted the two men—one for each—and headed toward the door. Some of Ewan's agents followed after them.

"I think I'll be moving out too, with Ewan… I need to go to the hospital, make sure his wounds are properly checked, and that he gets the best medicines…"

As Athena spoke, she faced the entrance, aware of Ewan rising to his feet. Not just him—everyone who had come visiting, to begin their rounds of farewell until they met again.

"But first, thank you all for the success of this mission. It wouldn't have been possible without everyone's input…"

Her eyes ran from Ewan to her new, real family, to Aiden and Susan, to Zane and Sandro, and to the rest of Ewan's agents.

"Thank you so much. I am…"

Suddenly, a series of gunshots rang out outside in quick succession, cutting her off. Everyone froze, stunned and on high alert.

"They're not giving up either…" Athena muttered angrily, right before the house was subjected to a rain of bullets.