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

Chapter 111: The Slutty Fiancee Il

In the most expensive VIP suite of one of the most prestigious hotels in the city, Fiona’s laughter rang out

seductively, intertwining with that of a male who smiled like he had just gotten everything he wanted.

"| still can’t believe he sent a guard to spy on me," Fiona said, shaking her head in disbelief.

Morgan shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe his love is waxing cold, eh? It took him a long tto

figure it out. Honestly, | thought he would have discovered our relationship by now. He is so stupid."

Silence greeted Morgan's words, heavy with the weight of their implications. When he turned to gauge Fiona's

reaction, he was met with a fierce glare.

"Oh, con, Morgana... you know what | mean..." He said gently, trailing his fingers around her bare belly,

stylishly moving closer.

Fiona moaned softly when his fingers brushed against her right breast, but then she abruptly pushed his hand

away.

"Don’t try to makeforget," She said, her voice firm but her heart fluttering. "I don’t appreciate you calling

Ewan stupid. He is just in love with me. Who wouldn't be?"

Morgan scoffed, unimpressed. "Well, it seems like the charm is wearing off. If not, why would he send a guard

after you? It sounds more paranoid than protective."

"To look after me? He doesn’t appreciategoing out late at night. That's a form of love, Morgan," she retorted,

crossing her arms in indignation.

"I see..." Morgan said, not truly understanding but willing to play along. "So how did you even see the guard, and

how did you convince him to be on your side?"

Fiona licked her lips sensually, trailing her long fingers across Morgan's chest, occasionally teasingly lowering her

touch but always withdrawing before she went too far. She relished in the way his body responded, clearly

longing for her.

"Well, I've seen most of Ewan’s security detail before. Since | thought we would be meeting at the club as

planned, | kept my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for you. You know how much I've missed you."

Her hand grazed his lower region, and as she looked at him through sultry eyes, she purred softly when he

emitted a grunt of pleasure. It was another thing she liked about Morgan. Even after four thrilling rounds of

passion, he was still aroused and ready to go.

However, this conversation couldn't wait; their business was about more than just physical pleasure. The fifth

round could wait until later.

"Immediately | saw him, the moment our gazes met, | sauntered over and grabbed him by his—well, you know. |

asked him how he was doing. Dude was scared at first. But you know me..." She trailed off, but Morgan's scowl!

was not lost on her.

"I'm not happy when you play with other men. | allowed Ewan because we have a lot to gain from him. But

others?" He trailed off, his tone possessive.

Fiona giggled, tapping the head of Morgan's arousal that now poked at her belly, biting her lip teasingly. "Oh,

con. We didn’t have sex. We just danced around."

Morgan huffed, his resistance waning as Fiona increased the pressure on his arousal. "You're going to be the

death of me, woman. Didn't you say we have things to talk about?"

Instantly, Fiona’s hand fell away, leaving a coolness in its absence. She sat up, pushing the bedsheet aside and

revealing her naked form, confident and unashamed.

Morgan’s mouth watered at the sight, but he'd let her have her moment. He sat upright and leaned against the

headboard, maintaining his composure.

"So, how did the plan you toldabout go?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

"It went well, as it should. She should be shitting in her pants now, considering we know she’s the target we

have been tasked to eliminate for the last two years."

Fiona’s face clouded with confusion. When Morgan had contacted her days ago, she had been annoyed at first,

voicing her irritation when they finally met. But his touches had quickly soothed her, and once he revealed who

Athena was—or who they believed her to be—she felt an unsettling mixture of fear and exhilaration.

Yet she was emboldened, knowing that there were other powerful people who wanted Athena dead too.

Poor Athena. She had mused internally, the thrill of danger surging through her.

"But who contracted you to kill Athena?" She pressed, her voice low.

Morgan pursed his thick lips, his demeanor suddenly shifting. "I can’t say, Fiona. That's too private."

Fiona huffed, folding her arms across her chest in irritation. "I tell you everything; why can’t you tell me

everything too?"

Morgan laughed snidely, his expression a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "Oh, like you toldabout

your escapade with the waiter?"

Fiona paled, shifting away instinctively, but Morgan pulled her back, his grip rough and a touch painful on her

arm. She bit down on her tongue to suppress the wince of discomfort. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of

showing weakness.

"You toldto kill him because he disrespected you. Yet my sources say you slept with him just for scash,"

he accused, his voice low.

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Fiona bit her lip. She didn’t mention that Ewan had never had sex with her; instead, she merely nodded and

asked, "So what exactly did you do? You never told me."

Morgan chuckled, his smile slow and predatory. "I kidnapped her children..."

Fiona’s mouth dropped open in shock. "She has children?"

Morgan nodded, an amused glint in his eyes. "You didn’t know? We haven't found her husband yet. He's as

elusive as she is."

Fiona let out a sharp breath, relieved but simultaneously intrigued. Not Ewan, then. She couldn't help but laugh

inwardly at her momentary fear.

Just then, her phone chimed loudly, a reminder that it was now midnight. A pang of urgency filled her. "I have to

go, Morgan. Ewan might be waiting."

"Forget Ewan. Chere," He commanded, his voice a mix of authority and temptation.