Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 376

Chapter 376: More Worries II

Ewan stopped listening to Spider, who was going on and on about his latest breakthrough in the software business, when Sandro stepped into the office, carrying a load of files.

"You have lots of work to do, old friend. I don’t know how you would forget that, choosing to spend hours on a video call with Spider. It’s not like he’s Athena or something."

Spider’s laugh rang out from the screen. "Sandro, bring your big head to the screen so I can see you..."

Sandro scoffed. "Look at this lad... you seem to forget you’re the youngest of us by years."

Another laugh from Spider. "And how does that matter to my request? I haven’t seen you in the longest time."

"Well, that’s because you’ve chosen to live in the shadows. You won’t even come out to hang with either of us. We don’t even know where you are. For all we know, you might be in some country in Africa, having your fill of their ladies."

"Well, they do have beautiful ladies."

"So, you are in Africa?" Sandro pressed, circling Ewan’s table so that he could see Spider’s face—one he hadn’t seen in more than two years. The twenty-six-year-old was the most elusive figure he had ever met.

Even though he and Ewan had practically raised the boy, who had joined the gang at barely sixteen, they still knew very little about him. Only the identity of his younger sister, who at the moment was off-grid, remained a constant.

Spider carried an aura that suited him perfectly—slipping in and out of sight, impossible to pin down. Perhaps "Shadows" should be added to his name.

Spider Shadows. It had a nice ring to it, Sandro thought, as he took in the smiling face winking at him from the screen.

Unable to stop himself, he smiled too, leaning closer. "You look grown."

Spider snorted comically. "I’ll do well to remind you that I’m no longer sixteen. Haven’t been that for nine years now."

"You must feel so proud of yourself."

And then the banter began in earnest. Their voices bounced off each other, laughter loud, quick jabs flung across the screen.

Ewan shook his head at intervals, already used to their antics, while he picked a file from the stack Sandro had dropped on his desk.

Boys will always be boys, he thought. If he was more like a young father to Spider, then Sandro was the playful uncle who ignored every convention of what uncles should be.

It was easier to ignore them once Sandro picked up the laptop and went to the armchair, lounging as he continued their idle chatter. See pot calling kettle black, Ewan mused, remembering how Sandro had chided him earlier. He shook his head and bent over his work.

Barely five minutes in—five minutes of Sandro’s laugh ringing out from across the room—there came a knock at the door. Before Ewan could say a word, a head popped in, accompanied by a bright smile.

Victoria.

Ewan suppressed a sigh and a curse, forcing a perfunctory smile onto his lips. "Victoria... how can I help you?"

Immediately, the banter in the room stopped. Sandro shut the laptop, and Ewan knew Spider had logged off. Typical.

"Well, Madam Ruby has been waiting outside for a long while. Sandro was supposed to inform you when he came in with the files, but he must have forgotten." Her eyes darted to Sandro as she offered him a lame, apologetic look. "I just wanted to remind you she’s still waiting. I got her tea and biscuits to keep her company."

"That’s very thoughtful of you. Could you keep her company for the next five minutes while I finish up with the forgetful Sandro here?"

"Of course, Ewan. Thank you."

The smile she gave was completely unnecessary. Then she was gone.

"You’re playing with fire, Ewan," Sandro said immediately, pushing to his feet and placing the laptop back on the desk. "Why does she address us by our first names? This is an office setting."

"I’m only trying to make her comfortable," Ewan replied evenly. "Athena is now a Thorne, soon to have her as a sister-in-law. I don’t want any unnecessary tension. I want her to remember the levity and respect I show her, and to accord the same to Athena."

Sandro raised a brow, incredulous. "And you think this will work? That Victoria isn’t as vindictive as Cedric, her fiancé? They’re birds of the same feather, Ewan. Don’t make the same mistake twice."

Ewan’s face hardened. "I’m never going to choose another woman over Athena and the kids—least of all Victoria. I barely tolerate her presence. This is just my small way of contributing to the peace of the Thorne household, and a personal favor to old Mr. Thorne."

Sandro shook his head. "Don’t drag the old man into your foolishness. He told you not to bother with her if she failed the interview. But not only did you create a non-existent job for her when she failed the whole process, you also had lunch with her yesterday. What would you have done if Athena had seen you both?"

A shudder ran through Ewan, chills prickling his skin. "She can’t possibly have. She would’ve called—"

"And why would she?" Sandro cut in, frowning. "Does she seem like someone who has no time on her hands?"

Ewan sighed in resignation. "I didn’t plan on having lunch with Victoria. I was eating alone, she breezed in, saw me, and joined me. Even though I felt like sending her away, she’s part of Athena’s family. I had to play my part to smoothen the ridges."

"I understand," Sandro said, leaning forward, palms flat on the desk. "But there can never be smoothening done in that family. They killed his only child, for God’s sake. That’s inhumane. I won’t be surprised if Victoria’s presence here is also strategic."

"That’s because she’ll soon be related to Athena. But one wrong step, and she’s out. And I mean out."

She hated that side of herself, hated more the fact that she had become that character.

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