Dark Revenge Of An Unwanted Wife The Twins Are Not Yours novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: A Win

Athena sighed shakily, one hand pressed against her ribs as though she could hold herself together by sheer force. Her pulse roared in her ears, each thud echoing painfully in her chest. She almost marveled at the sensation—how her own body betrayed her grief and frustration.

It was true she had no blood ties to them. Yet her heart knew what this meant. These people, especially Kendra—had been entrusted to her. She had promised their safety, sworn it silently if not aloud. And now it seemed she had gone back on her word. The weight of it suffocated her.

She hated it. She hated this feeling of helplessness. This sharp, choking sense of failure. She should have done better. She should have anticipated danger.

Security. If she had placed proper security around them, they would have seen the suspicious movements. They would have alerted her. They would have fought back during the abduction. But she had not, and now her people were missing.

Her throat tightened as her thoughts fixed on Kendra—sweet Kendra, always seen running with her children, laughter echoing in the school’s garden.

Athena’s chest constricted, the memory so vivid it seemed the air itself carried Kendra’s voice. She couldn’t allow harm to come to the little girl. She couldn’t imagine the pain her own children would suffer if their beloved friend died.

Kathleen especially. Kathleen and Kendra had been inseparable—video calls, shared laughter, whispers that ran long into the evening.

Just a few days ago, Athena had walked in on one of their calls, Kathleen’s face glowing with delight. The thought of that bond being severed was unbearable.

Failure pressed harder against her chest, but this time Athena forced it down, clamping it tight. There was no time for unraveling.

"Find them," she whispered into the phone, voice raw, to Eric, who had been patient through her silent motions. "Don’t stop until you do."

"Okay, boss. I will do my best."

The call ended, leaving her with the echo of her own desperation.

But as minutes stretched into hours, and reports continued to bring nothing, frustration clawed at her. Calls went out—Aiden making one, her grandfather another—but each rang hollow. Leads fizzled before they even gained shape.

The one fellow Eric had kept alive for questioning offered nothing. It was just like her friend had said: the warehouse men had been scapegoats, set deliberately to waste their time while the real perpetrators moved the victims to another, better-hidden place.

Somewhere along the line, they had discovered the tracker. And that must have triggered the sudden transfer.

Now Eric scoured abandoned buildings across the county, searching blindly. Aiden’s people combed the black web, scanning for even a whisper directed to mercenaries about the movements.

Yet nothing.

Athena herself was out of leads. Every possibility had been exhausted—or was in the middle of being exhausted.

She just had one last hope.

Spider.

Only Spider, still in the shadows of Ewan’s former gang, might be able to pull through. He was the best hacker she knew, a phantom in the system. But she could only reach him through Ewan.

Without hesitation, she called again. "Where are you? Have you picked the kids?"

"Yes," Ewan answered, voice calm—too calm, almost grating against Athena’s frayed nerves; because how could he be calm when Kendra might already be dead?

"We are just three minutes away."

Relief escaped her lips before she could stop it, a sigh uncoiling her chest. She cut the call abruptly, hating how dependent she had become on him.

Why hadn’t she reached out to Antonio? The thought struck her sharply. He knew Lucas, knew Kendra. He had been at the court case. He had been present when their fates tangled. Surely he would have advice, direction, and comfort.

She picked up her phone, thumb hovering over his contact. She even began to type a message. But she stopped.

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