Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours! - Chapter 525

Capítulo 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.”

Athena didn’t think she could ever get used to seeing this version of Antonio, this version that wasn’t soaked in friendliness.

A façade, all his goodwill had been. And for what?

She needed to know when the deceit started, needed to know why he had chosen to take her in, after Gianna had said he preferred his own space and hated strangers…

So, she nodded to his question. “I don’t care. Since we are bound to death already, I might as well get answers to the questions plaguing me…”

Bound to death tasted bitter in her tongue, made her wonder how far her family was in finding her. Was her disappearance known to the state too?

“Bound to death?” Herbert repeated, looked at Antonio, then shook his head. “You have a good sense in your head, Athena. It’s why I have always liked you, wanted you really…”

He laughed, when Antonio paused and looked at him with furrowed brows.

“What? Her intelligence could drive a man crazy. Surely, a man like me could hope. I never got trouble winning a girl’s heart… but this one has always been as far as the word itself.”

Ewan scoffed. “Even when you sent Zane to infiltrate her heart?”

Herbert shrugged, but said nothing. He rather reverted to Athena. “But you are right, doctor. You are going to die here with your beloved, while the world out there thinks that you both have taken some time out to relax, to relieve some stress, a honeymoon sort of…”

Athena blanched, unable to help it. What? Why would her people think that?

Antonio laughed at her expression. “A good thing, huh? You didn’t expect it right. In your small mind, you were thinking that they will be running helter skelter to save you two, right?”

Athena said nothing to the monster. She rather turned to Ewan, eyes cloaked with so much sorrow that Ewan wished for some magic, power, whatever, to make them disappear, even if it was just her.

“They are lying…” he attempted to reassure her, but Herbert’s laughter, the self-assured one, informed them both that the statement had been anything but a lie.

The couple knew then they were finished, but it didn’t kill off the entirety of their hope still.

Athena was even more bent on getting evidence. She reverted to Herbert and Antonio, the birds of the same father. “How were you able to do it? How were you able to convince our families of our honeymoon activity?”

Herbert opened his mouth to answer, but there was a knock on the door that introduced a few seconds of silence into the room.

The guard standing by the side moved to open the door. And when the knocker stepped inside the room, Herbert laughed, and pointed at him.

“That was how we were able to do it…”

If Athena had been almost knocked to her feet with shock on seeing Antonio on this side of cruelty, she was knocked senseless, heart clenching with the pain of betrayal as she saw Zane.

Read Gianna and Zane’s story in Dark Revenge of a Jilted Bride!