Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 499

Chapter 499: Last Invasion?

The night was thick and quiet. The kind of quiet that held its breath right before chaos broke loose.

At the hideout, Ewan and Athena crouched low on a ridge of coarse ground, meters away from the sprawling house that loomed like a beast in the dark. Beside them were Aiden, Susan, Sandro, and a small team of trained agents—ten in total—each assigned to the mission with silent precision.

Their black tactical gear blended into the night. Every one of them was dressed in full armor—matte helmets with reflective visors, combat vests strapped tight across their chests, weapons slung low and ready. Black gloves, black boots, black everything—not a streak of skin exposed.

Even their breaths came out muffled through the filters attached to their masks, faint puffs against the moonlight.

Athena adjusted her ear mic, her gloved fingers brushing the side of her helmet. She could hear Spider’s voice crackling through the static, sharp and clipped with urgency.

"You have less than one hour to get in and out," he said. "Coordinates uploaded. The house has a couple of heat signatures—ten upstairs, probably asleep. Two below ground. The twins. I can’t see them clearly, but they’re in the lab, still moving. Working. Likely finishing something."

His words hummed low in everyone’s ears, a pulse of digital calm before the storm.

Ewan tapped the small tablet strapped to his wrist, bringing up the digital grid Spider had sent. His eyes moved quickly, absorbing, memorizing. He looked every inch the commander—his face unreadable behind the visor, but his presence steady, grounding.

"Alright," he began, voice low but carrying through their comms. "You all know your roles. Aiden—flank right with two agents. Sandro—take the back with Susan. The rest of you cover entry points and hold position. Clear rooms fast and quiet where possible. We move in sync, no lone heroics."

He paused, glancing briefly at Athena beside him, then back at his men. "Let’s move in."

As the others rose and disappeared into the dark, crouching low and slipping through the trees toward the perimeter wall, Ewan held Athena back. His gloved hand caught her arm gently.

She turned, her brows pulling together beneath her helmet. "What are you doing?"

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then he leaned closer, their helmets almost touching. "I love you," he said quietly, the comm line carrying his voice into her ear like a whisper. "Stay safe. I already promised the kids you would."

A faint smile touched her lips under the visor. She nodded once, slow, steady, then bumped her helmet lightly against his. "Then you better keep that promise," she murmured.

He chuckled under his breath—a soft, fleeting sound—before gripping his gun tighter.

She waited for him to get to his feet, and together, they began moving—low, silent, two shadows gliding through the blackness toward the house.

The building itself was larger up close—an old structure with chipped walls and narrow windows, the paint peeling like dead skin. A single porch light flickered faintly near the front, casting ghostlike streaks across the cracked walls. The air smelled of oil, metal, and stale smoke. Somewhere far off, a dog barked once, then fell silent.

Spider’s voice returned in their ears. "Thirty meters out. No movement on cameras. Proceed."

Sandro was the first to reach the back door. His slightly large frame moved with practiced ease, every step measured. He looked back once, raised his hand in a silent signal. Everyone froze.

Three seconds of silence. Then, he kicked the door down.

The crash echoed through the night, splintering the silence wide open.

The sound was loud, intentional.

Athena flinched slightly at the blast, the recoil of sound rolling across the compound. Ewan didn’t move, didn’t correct Sandro. He knew why. Sandro never liked killing people in their sleep.

To him, there was something dishonorable in it—shooting someone defenseless. If he was going to kill, he wanted them to be awake to face it.

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