Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Fiona’s Truth VI

What else are these two not privy to? Morgan gnashed his teeth bitterly, openly glaring at Ewan, unable to help it. They seemed to be an encyclopedia—with the amount of information they literally had about him, about everyone, about everything.

Just how far did their tendrils reach? He bit his lips, unable to suppress the loathing coursing through his veins, immersing himself in the feeling of his pathetic helplessness.

How did Ewan find out about the necklace? If the Wolfsbane knew, then Athena knew too.

Morgan held in a scoff. The only thing he had managed to accomplish concerning Athena was bringing her close to her ex-husband.

If he had known the truth—if he’d realized she was a labyrinth of mysteries—he wouldn’t be in this mess. Instead of playing manipulative games, he’d have run, or worse, killed her while he had the chance, instead of entertaining the idea of sleeping with her.

"Are you contemplating whether you should continue with the truth?" Sandro asked, folding his arms across his chest. His hateful stare was enough to make Morgan shrink.

Probably Phanthom or Hawk. Morgan concluded, wise enough to understand that Sandro and Zane’s lack of surprise when they stepped into the room was a possible indication that, at one time, they had been part of the Demon viper’s gang.

He shuddered before he could help it, disgusted with his earlier pride which had preceded his fall.

"We won’t be asking that question again..." Zane added, leaning forward, hands on his knees.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m not one for jewelry." Morgan swallowed hard when Ewan raised an eyebrow, a chilly smile playing on his lips.

"Not one for jewelry?" Ewan echoed.

"Yes." Morgan insisted, managing to keep his voice steady. His bravado wavered, however, when Ewan left his position and sauntered toward him—like a lion stalking its prey—with that same cold smile still in place.

"Are you sure about that, Morgan?" Ewan collected a knife from Connor—who had delivered it, seeing the intent in his former boss’s eyes.

This time, Morgan had no words.

And when Ewan raised the knife to stab him, somewhere—anywhere; Morgan was too consumed by fright to note the exact stabbing location—he cried out like a banshee, causing laughter to spill from the mouths of the others.

"I know the necklace..."

Ewan smiled even more, patting Morgan’s shoulder with the knife. "Good call, Morgan. Good call."

He paused, standing to his full height, then retraced his steps back to his seat. "Now, speak. What does this necklace open? I’m quite sure it’s a key to something..." His finger pointed at the necklace, which had a unique design, albeit resembling a key nonetheless.

Morgan’s shoulders sagged further; accepting the reality that he was no match for the people before him—there was no use fighting an already-lost battle. He actually pitied whomever had hired him for this dirty work. Seeing the situation, he knew the man would have a worse fate than he had.

"It opens a box." He finally managed to whisper.

"And where is this box? What is the content of this box?" Ewan continued the interrogation, while Athena perked up, hoping for more answers.

He sighed again and took his seat. Morgan was really useless. They would have just ended his life, but for the fact that he had been a source of misery to the people around—and therefore, he had to pay for his crimes. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

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