Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Hospital Mole III

Matthew was a degenerate. A psychopathic fool. A–

Athena’s anger wouldn’t let her push for more words.

He wanted to inject Ciara with the virus? Wanted to infiltrate her party tomorrow with the same poison? What else—what other vile plan did they still have hidden in their arsenal?

She exhaled sharply, only to tense when she felt Ewan’s hand at her back, tracing small circles against her spine. When she met his gaze, her mind went blank, bankrupt of thought for a whole second.

This man. She thought with a pang, turning away quickly. He had the capacity to drain her of coherent thought in troubling situations like this, and she hated how easily he did it.

Yet, she didn’t pull away from the circles either. They were comforting. Safe. Almost... friendly.

Mary’s voice broke the moment.

"I think we should follow the boss’ orders. He has not yet given the go-ahead to invade the party. But you can take it up to him. You’re always as bold as a lion."

The sarcasm in her tone was sharp enough to cut. Athena frowned, again wondering what kind of misunderstanding brewed between the twins. She had never seen them quarrel—at least not in public. The one time she had stumbled upon their spat, she was sure they hadn’t known anyone was watching.

"You are right, sister. Let’s wait for the boss’ orders. When is he even coming?"

Athena stiffened. So—they knew his identity? If she or Ewan could capture one of the twins, they’d know who the real culprit was!

Her eyes flicked to Ewan’s, and his glance mirrored hers. They had to secure one of the twins today. By all means necessary.

"I don’t know. But since the vial isn’t here, let’s go."

"Go? No. I came with a special gift for Ciara. She will be the one to start the spread."

Athena’s gut twisted. Ciara must have blanched, because Matthew laughed. "Oh don’t worry. You’re lucky you’re still useful. Take this."

Static crackled, then his voice came again.

"It looks little, yeah? But don’t toy with it. Make sure it gets into her assistant’s system. You know her?"

Ciara must have nodded.

"Good. Let’s see how she’ll save that mouthy fellow who thinks being assistant to Athena is like being assistant to God."

Athena’s fists clenched so tightly her knuckles burned.

"Now, get out of here. And remember how this works—if any of this gets out, both you and your family will be wiped out. Forever. Are we clear?"

Ciara must have nodded again, because Matthew snapped the next second. "Your words, girl! Use your words. Don’t nod like a pregnant lizard for me."

"Yes, I will. I will deliver on your promises."

"Good. Now get out."

There was the shuffle of feet, the slam of a door, then static dissolved into rumbling silence.

"She’s out," Ewan muttered, releasing an audible sigh. "This changes everything."

Ciara exhaled in shaky relief, hurried forward, placed the vial on the desk, then dropped to her knees, palms pressed together like she was in prayer.

"Please, ma... I can explain. My family—"

"We heard, Ciara. We heard," Athena cut in softly. "They’re holding your family captive. How long has this been going on?"

"Just two weeks. I promise. You know how much I hate them."

Athena’s chest tightened. No wonder it had felt so jarring to uncover Ciara as the mole. She had trusted her loyalty when it came to the twins. She had believed in her, in her ability to keep the twins away from her business.

"I know," Athena said quietly. "So, what have you been doing for them? How did they take your family?"

Ciara rubbed her damp palms against her skirt, still trembling. Relief flickered in her eyes when Athena told her to stand. She obeyed, moving to the visitor chair across the desk, her hands wringing in her lap.

"I came home that Friday night to find my parents and little brother gone. At first, I thought maybe they’d gone out without telling me, though they never do that. Then I saw the note. It was stabbed into one of my mother’s cakes with a knife. She must have been baking when they came."

Athena sighed, crossing her legs, her heart sinking at the thought. She could imagine how Ciara must have felt walking into that kitchen.

Tears streamed down Ciara’s cheeks. "There was a number to call. I thought it was kidnappers, you know? But when I called... it was them. A gang. A notorious gang. I forget their name—something with a demon—"

Athena and Ewan exchanged knowing glances. The Demon Vipers. The new gang in the equation. Ewan’s old gang.

"They wanted my cooperation," Ciara whispered, shaking. "Or they’d slaughter my family, send me the pictures... then slaughter me too."