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

Chapter 424: Party TIll

Old Mr. Thorne adjusted the microphone with steady hands, though his voice, when it filled the hall, carried the

weight of decades of grief and longing.

"Many of you knowas a businessman. A man of industry, of empire. But tonight, | stand before you not

merely as Edward Thorne the magnate, but as Edward Thorne the father... and now, the grandfather."

The room hushed, leaning into his words. His eyes, pale yet burning with unshed emotion, scanned the crowd

before softening on Athena.

"I once had a daughter," he began, his tone trembling, "a daughter who was my pride, my joy, my only child. She

chose her own path, married the man she loved, and for a time, | believed life could be whole. But fate can be

cruel. | lost her, and with her, the hope of an heir. For years, my wife and | lived in silence... just the two of us,

growing older, carrying sorrow like a stone in our chests."

He paused, swallowing hard. The weight of memory bent his shoulders for a moment before he straightened, his

voice lifting with fresh strength.

"Then, one day, thank God, | discovered | had a granddaughter. Not just any granddaughter, but one who had

made a nfor herself long before | knew her blood was mine. The infamous doctor Athena Caddels. A woman

of courage. Of resilience. Of brilliance."

A murmur rippled through the hall, admiration laced with awe.

Mr. Thorne raised his glass high. "Tonight, I'm grateful for restoring what was lost. | thank the date etched in

history for bringing her back into my life. And I thank Athena herself, for accepting me, for accepting this family

despite all the storms of fate. Ladies and gentlemen, my granddaughter—Athena Cecilia Caddels Thorne. From

this day forward, she shall stand as heir to the Thorne Empire."

The declaration set the hall ablaze with murmurs, gasps, even protests from the extended family seated near the

front. Still, Mr. Thorne’s voice cut through their noise like steel. "It is decided."

Antonio’s fingers tightened gently around Athena’s as Mr. Thorne gestured for her to cforward at that

moment.

He bent his head, whispering, "Ready?"

She nodded faintly, wishing her mother was alive to see this; the mother she knew. Together they began moving

toward the stage. At the bottom of the stairs, Antostopped. He released her hand with deliberate reverence,

offering her a small, proud smile. "This part is yours alone,"

The applause swelled, thundering as Athena ascended the steps, thundering the weak protests and glares of

Cedric and his family. Lights cascaded over her gown, making the sequins along her backless dress glitter like

stars. The sound of clapping, cheering, and champagne glasses clinking rose around her until it was almost

overwhelming.

On the stage, Mr. Thorne lifted his glass again, this tdirectly toward her. His voice resonated, full of warmth

and triumph. "To Athena!"

"To Athena!" the crowd echoed in unison.

She raised her own glass, the delicate stem cool against her fingers. Just as she tilted it toward her lips, a sharp,

acrid scent invaded her senses—bitter, metallic, unmistakable. Her smile faltered, her nose wrinkling in

instinctive revulsion.

Her frown was immediate and sharp enough to halt the chatter around her. The hall hushed.

"What is it?" Mr. Thorne asked, turning toward her, concern tightening his features.

Athena lowered the glass slowly, her voice firm, cutting through the silence. "It’s poisoned."

The words detonated in the hall. Gasps, shrieks, chairs scraping against the floor as guests recoiled.

A wave of panic surged, but Mr. Thorne slammed his hand against the podium in anger. "Lock the doors. No one

leaves until this is resolved!" His command thundered, brooking no argument. Guards rushed to obey.

Down the floor, Ewan was already in motion, anger and fear beating against him, his instincts driving him toward

Athena. What if she hadn't been sensitive?

For a split second, it was déja vu: the annual Thorne party, the night Athena had accused Fiona of poisoning her

drink. Back then, he had defended Fiona, foolish and blind. The memory stung, but he shoved it aside. This was

different. This was now.

His eyes locked on Athena’s. He would not make the smistake again.

The search began swiftly. Guests were questioned, servers lined up against the walls, trays inspected under

sharp eyes. The once-glittering hall now felt like a cage of whispers and suspicion.

Athena stood near the edge of the stage, her glass set aside untouched. She scanned the chaos, her jaw set,

refusing to let fear take root. Then her gaze found Ewan, who was just a few feet away.

He met her eyes instantly, as if he

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But the moment fractured. From the corner of her vision, she caught sight of Victoria.

Gliding through the throng like a predator cloaked in silk, Victoria sidled up to Ewan, her painted smile sharp as a

blade. Without hesitation, she slipped her hand around his arm, leaning in as though she belonged there.

Athena’s eyes widened, disbelief flashing across her features. Moreso, when Ewan didn’t push the woman just as

soon.

Confusion twisted into hurt, then into something darker. Her chest tightened, a hot coil of anger flaring beneath

her ribs. Betrayal pricked like needles. Why wasn’t he pulling away? Why wasn’t he making it clear?

Her pulse hammered, and before she

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She clung to that, forcing herself to breathe evenly. Whatever storm brewed across the hall, she wouldn't fuel it

with her gaze.

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