Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432: Second News II

Eric continued, listing names of those who had escaped, each name seeming to weigh heavier than the last; names which she hadn’t heard of in years; names which made her restless, which pressed down on her chest, making her breaking labored.

Athena clenched the phone tighter. Things had gone crazier. She of course understood why Kael had ordered that cells of a few other criminals be opened–to create more chaos–but her mind was finding it hard to absorb.

The criminals were national threats, terrorists.

When the call finally ended, the silence that followed felt heavier than any words spoken.

Even though Eric had promised to do his best, none of them in the room were really hopeful. They had heard the names too; knew those who bore it, those who wore it proudly.

Everyone in the room sat frozen, absorbing the weight of what Eric had just revealed. Six high-end criminals slipping through the cracks of the Black Cells was enough to tear open a new wound in an already fragile night.

Athena’s mind repeated the names in a dull loop. Six criminals apart from Heronica, Fiona, and Alfonso. They were out there, loose in the world.

Where are they now? What are they planning? The thought crawled under her skin.

Eric had mentioned that Morgan and Heron had fallen to the Black Cells’ bullets, their extraction cut short. The men who had staged the invasion had been gunned down too. Even the mole—the traitor among Eric’s team—was dead.

’Dead men don’t talk, Athena. We may never know how far their plan went.’

Athena’s hands steeled in her lap. For all the violence, all the chaos, the ones directly related to the Grey virus and its sponsor most were still breathing. Her stomach clenched.

She should be relieved that Morgan and Heron were taken down at least... but why did she feel no safety in that?

Could Heronica be enough to give edge to the gang and its sponsor? What about Fiona and her father? Should she bank on their repentance?

A faint buzz broke the silence then. All eyes turned to Ewan, who pulled out his phone. His jaw tightened as his gaze skimmed the message.

Athena’s throat went dry. What now?

"It’s Kael," he muttered, voice low. "He thinks I lied about his father still being alive. He... he asked if I’d seen the first gift. Says the second comes tomorrow."

The room stirred uneasily. Susan’s brows knitted. Even Old Mr. Thorne’s grip on his cane seemed to harden.

Aiden cursed under his breath.

"What does he mean—the second gift?" His voice was sharp. "What the hell is he planning?"

No one had an answer. The unease spread like smoke, seeping into every thought.

Athena swallowed hard, her stomach twisting into tighter knots. It must be something related to the new virus.

Nausea climbed quickly, pushing against her throat then. She rose abruptly, muttering something about needing air before slipping out.

–

She rinsed her mouth, splashing her face with cold water. The woman in the mirror stared back at her—tired eyes, flushed cheeks, and a weariness that went beyond flesh. How much more can I take?

"Stay still," she murmured, tucking the covers around him. She pulled out her phone, sending a quick message to Ewan: Come to Spider’s room. Now.

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