Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 525

Chapter 525: Captives III

Athena tried to wet her lips with her tongue, tried to push down the feeling of shame threatening to suffocate her so that she could concentrate, find some good pudding out of this mess she and Ewan had found themselves in...

But she ended up tasting more of her blood; more that reminded her of Antonio’s cruelty; of the fact that she had almost married a monster, one that came off while beating women; that she had struck a business deal with a worser monster too.

She inhaled deeply, feeling her head swoon, both of the sheer stress swamping her and the weakness of her body.

She was hungry, thirsty, weak; moreso, she was angry at the madness, at the abuse, at the pain being inflicted on Ewan. She couldn’t bear to even look at him, fearing that whatever she might see in his eyes might cause her to bow over in abject sorrow.

Her ribs ached, her head pounded, her body itself trembled, needing their daily dose of drugs, but there was nothing for them. So afflicted was her poor soul, which made Athena weaker than ever.

But her mind was sharp somewhat, sharp enough to remember that she was carrying an audio piece.

In the spirit of being ever ready no matter what happens, seeing as that had helped with her case against her grand aunt, she had gotten a recorder made—a very tiny, barely noticeable piece; one that had been placed underneath her wrist, barely the size of a pill.

Spider had done the settings when she insisted, before she had left the house with Ewan three days ago. Or was it four days ago now?

Still, she had taken it in case there was something to be heard, something to be recorded.

She just needed to press down hard on a surface, to activate the machine, since her hands were useless at the moment.

Pretending to get suddenly energized by anger, she sneered at Antonio and Herbert, pretended that she was trying to get her hands free from the ropes, her hands twisting and pulling and pushing, but really she was pushing down the device on the armrest—pushing it against the planes, in hopes that it got activated.

And when it did, when she felt the hum of energy whisper against her skin, she held back a smile, instead calling Herbert a coward, coughing when she was slapped for it.

Between Antonio and the guard, she didn’t know which had a stronger hit. Maybe Antonio, because his had come with the sting of betrayal?

"So, you both get off by beating up women? Trying to subject them?" she asked then, smiling sarcastically at the duo which she thought should be bundled together and sent back to hell where they had been shipped from.

She scoffed when they didn’t answer, when they rather appraised her, wondering where the energy and boldness had sprung from.

Finally, Herbert broke the silence. "You know, you shouldn’t be talking so much, knowing that Ewan will suffer it in one way or the other... you should keep quiet like women are meant to."

Athena snorted. She knew he was right of course, but now that the recorder was on, how could she keep quiet?

Only if there was a way she could communicate her plan to Ewan, without tipping off the evil males.

But she couldn’t, so she reserved to do what she could, gather as much evidence as she could, even if it killed her; make some lemonade out of this lemon.

"And also you should consider your health... you have not eaten or drank anything for three days... neither have you used the restroom." Antonio smirked. "Do you think you still want to keep talking? You might end up messing up yourself."

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