Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife: The Twins Are Not Yours!
Chapter 302: Visiting A Witch II

Chapter 302: Visiting A Witch II

To sing?

Ewan swallowed painfully while maintaining a calm demeanor, a hundred percent sure that when Fiona mentioned "sing," it wasn’t anywhere close to choral music.

No, she was talking about something else.

He darted a sharp look at Connor, his heart stilling when he saw the truth on the latter’s face.

The idiot had done what he always did—spilled nonsense while torturing his victims!

Ewan usually didn’t mind, because anyone he had entrusted to Connor’s hands almost never made it out alive; those who did lost their tongues, paying heavily for Connor’s loose mouth. But this was different. Athena was here now, and Fiona’s tongue was still intact.

"If no one is going to talk, then Fiona, you should sing."

Athena’s voice drafted Ewan’s attention away from his thoughts, just as a cloud of anxiousness descended upon him.

What was his way out of this? How could he get Athena out of here without revealing his secret?

He had paid so much for Spider to keep the matter hidden from his dark web friends, and now this idiot was about to spoil his efforts and render them useless!

"I am not taking—" Fiona coughed, smiling devilishly when blood appeared on her hands. "You see what you caused?"

But Athena wasn’t interested in Fiona’s machinations; she only wanted to know what the latter had to say about Ewan.

"What were you saying before you coughed?"

Fiona paused, looked at Ewan, and laughed again. She got comfortable on the floor, completely undeterred by the filthy surroundings; she was numb to it all.

"I don’t answer to you, Athena, and I never will... I only want to hear Ewan speak for himself."

She didn’t shiver as she usually would when Ewan glared at her—his glare had nothing on the manic methods of torture Connor used on her.

But Athena was getting impatient, especially since Ewan and Connor had no plans to provide Fiona with any answers.

Moreover, she had a feeling that this truth was significant, possibly the hole she had suspected in Ewan’s past, one that Nathaniel’s friends hadn’t been able to uncover.

If she had to guess, she would say that Connor, thinking Fiona might die in his hands, had blurted out some of the old secrets. And seeing the hunched posture of Connor’s shoulders, she knew he would later face some reckoning from Ewan after all this was over.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Fiona. Do you think you are in a church?" Ewan finally spoke, folding his arms across his chest, feigning nonchalance, hoping to push this nightmare away by claiming that Fiona had truly lost her mind to insanity.

Yet Athena wasn’t just anyone... Will she buy it?

To Ewan’s question, Fiona laughed some more, hitting her thigh.

The act drew Athena’s attention, and she realized that Fiona wasn’t wearing anything underneath. She couldn’t help but wonder if Connor had slept with the witch at some point. She wouldn’t be surprised—after all, he was Connor Brafus, the worst person to fall into the hands of for torture; he was even worse than Morgan.

"You’re planning to play the ignorant game... I see you don’t care if Athena knows about you..."

"Fiona, if you tell me what you’re talking about, I will take you out of here to the black cells..." Athena paused. "That’s what you want, right?"

Fiona’s eyes widened a fraction, and then she chuckled, clutching her thin dress. "That would be good, but I want more, considering how much you want this piece of information."

She turned to Ewan. "What about you? What offer can you make me to shut my mouth? I would prefer a new identity so that I can get out of this country. Maybe a nice cabin where I can start my life afresh without all these worries..."

Greedy. Not a smart move on her part, Ewan thought, looking at her distastefully. She should have accepted Athena’s offer immediately because now he wouldn’t let her have the field play.

"You should have accepted her first offer." He echoed his thought, letting his hand fall to his sides as he turned to Athena, the latter watching him with furrowed brows, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Fiona must have seen Ewan’s intention from the way he sighed in resignation while looking at Athena because in the next second she jumped—or rather limped—to her feet, falling miserably to the floor out of sheer weakness.

"Wait!" She called out weakly, hating that she was the one now pleading with Athena for mercy. "I will tell you! Just promise to take me out of here! The black cells are just enough!"

However, it was too late, as Ewan now had Athena’s full attention. She didn’t even look at Fiona or take note of her display or pay heed to the latter’s words.

Rather...

"Tell me, Ewan... who are you?"

"NO!!" Fiona shrieked, attempting to rise to her feet again, this time succeeding while cursing her greed. She should have just accepted Athena’s offer!

Now, if Ewan confessed the secret himself, her punishment here would be tripled!

However, before she could get to Athena, who was now facing off with a worried Ewan, Connor slapped her down.

"Stand again, and I will cut off your tongue," He threatened through gritted teeth.

Fiona was wise enough, at least, to keep her cool, especially as the woman she had been beckoning wasn’t even paying her the least bit of attention. She remained on the floor forlornly, her ears attentive to hear what Ewan would say.

"Ewan, are you going to speak, or should I free Fiona from her shackles?" Athena could no longer hold in the impatience. Secondly, it was already late night. She needed to be home.

Ewan exhaled softly, rubbed a hand over his face. "Can we talk somewhere else? Here is a bit suffocating..." He said finally, his gaze pleading.

"Okay then." Athena replied after a few beats, turning to leave.

But Fiona couldn’t bear it. She couldn’t imagine how her torture would go if they both left her here.

"Athena, please! Show me mercy. I promise not to cause any trouble; please take me to the black cells!"

Athena didn’t even falter in her movements, nor did she acknowledge she heard anything. She walked out of the room, head high, aware that Ewan wasn’t following her.

"I’m sorry, Master..." Connor broke out in a sweat as he fell to his knees immediately after Athena left them.

People thought he was the devil; they should have met Ewan when he had been their leader! Even at such a young age, his ruthlessness had earned him respect among the members before the title conferred to him by their previous leader.

"It will not happen again..."

"Cut your tongue." Ewan interjected calmly, as if he were just talking about the weather.

Connor opened his mouth, then shut it.

Behind him, Fiona would have loved the torture of this human, but for the fact that he would turn the aggression on her as soon as Ewan was gone. So...

"Please, pardon him," She said instead—even though she wished she had the honor to tear the man’s tongue out of his lips—maybe then, he would show her mercy.

"And why do you think you have a say in this matter, witch?"

Fiona clamped her mouth shut. The days of having a say in Ewan’s life were over.

"Master, please... cutting my tongue would alert the boss somehow."

Nicely played, Ewan thought, looking at his once subordinate.

"Then cut off another part of your body, one that won’t really be missed. Send me evidence when you’re done." And then he walked out of the room.

Connor sighed in response, relief overshadowing him so much that he stayed in the same position for a while.

For a second there, he had thought he would be tongueless. But thank God for the idea that popped into his mind. He then looked at his little finger. "Sorry, but you have to go."

Fiona watched in horror and disbelief as Connor brought out a pocket knife from his pocket, slashed his little finger without making a sound apart from a grunt, picked up his phone from his pocket, snapped a picture of the dismembered body part, and sent it to Ewan.

Sick, she thought, hyperventilating when he turned with cold calmness, dropping the phone on the ground. These people were crazy!

Her heart dropped further when she heard Connor’s next statement.

"Don’t you think you should also lose a body part, or even two, for the nuisance you caused this evening? It seems I haven’t kept you in submission enough."

Fiona willed herself to faint, to die, to disappear—anything to avoid the hell coming her way. But sadly...

Athena grimaced upon hearing Fiona’s scream as she sent a message to her children while sitting in the car. Looking at the entrance of the house, her brows furrowed when she saw Ewan walking out.

"You are back early. I thought you were planning on doing the torturing yourself." She stated immediately he entered the car.