Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520: At Morgan’s

The house was too still. It carried a quiet that felt wrong, as if someone had pressed mute on a life already dulled by secrecy.

Dust sat stubbornly on the edges of old furniture, and shadows clung to corners like they had grown roots. There were stubborn cobwebs on the ceilings, and the distinct smell of mold coming from everywhere.

But that’s to be expected; the owner was dead and so was its will to stay alive.

Athena moved through the silence with a small frown between her brows. She swept her flashlight across yet another drawer, yet another pointless box, yet another dead end.

Behind her, she heard Ewan shift. "Anything?" he asked.

Athena sighed. "No. Not a damn thing."

They had been at this for hours—following the last thread Morgan had left behind when they had tortured him months ago. The necklace. The one trinket he refused to let go of until the very end.

Spider had found coordinates leading straight to this house, which should have been encouraging, but instead the search felt like chasing smoke. There was nothing here, not one that she could see.

She snapped the lid of the wooden box she was checking shut. "And this stupid thing doesn’t fit any of the boxes here," she muttered, holding up the silver necklace. The key charm glinted dully, mocking her.

Then—warm fingers cupped her backside.

Athena froze. "Seriously?"

Ewan’s laugh was low and shameless. When she turned, he stood far too close, eyes bright in the dim room, mouth curved with that dangerous charm that had all the right to make her heart stutter.

"You looked stressed," he murmured, completely unapologetic.

"You’re insane," she whispered, but she didn’t step back.

His hand slid to her waist, pulling her flush against him. The familiar heat of his body eased something knotted in her chest. He kissed the bridge of her nose, soft and brief, but enough to melt her resistance.

"We are on a mission, Ewan," she reminded, poking his chest.

"Hmm. And I can’t kiss you on a mission?"

"You can... but let my ass be. Focus."

His grin widened. "Yes, ma’am."

She rolled her eyes but the teasing had done its job. Moreso, he wasn’t drowning in the rage that had consumed him after they uncovered the truth about his parents’ death.

The shadows, of course, paid visits to his face sometimes, in the following days, but she had always made sure he wasn’t alone. It was either she was with him, or the twins were clinging to him.

The family too has been caring, not overly showy as to keep reminding him of the evil, but just enough to show that they cared. Chelsea even baked him a cake two days ago; and the latter hardly entered the kitchen for anything.

Athena stepped out of his hold moments later and scanned the living room again—desperate for something, anything, to justify coming here.

There was nothing... until her gaze swept across the fireplace.

Her breath snagged.

There—right on the stone frame, barely visible as cobwebs had taken centre place—was a discreet, rectangular indentation. One too small for any regular key. But perfect for—

"Ewan," she whispered, pointing.

He followed her gaze. His eyes widened. In the next second, he grabbed her cheeks, kissed her full on the mouth, quick and deep. "Lucky charm," he murmured against her lips.

She laughed, adrenaline already surging. "Come on!"

They hurried to the fireplace.

Athena pressed the necklace key into the slot. Nothing happened at first. The silence felt suffocating... until a soft click echoed through the room.

Then the entire interior of the fireplace shuddered—pushing backward before sliding to the left.

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