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The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins Chapter 200

The sins of the father

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Mia’s POV

I couldn’t see a thing. The blindfold was tight. My wrists burned from the restraints, the plastic cutting into my

skin whenever I shifted position. A gag filled my mouth, the taste of fabric making me want to retch.

I tried to focus on my breathing. In through the nose, out through the nose. Slow and steady.

The twins were still. Too still.

This scared me.

Stay calm for them, I told myself. They can feel your fear.

The car made another turn–right, I thought, though it was hard to be certain. I’d been trying to keep track: left out of the restaurant district, straight for what felt like ten minutes, then right onto what must have been a highway from the sudden increase in speed. We’d been driving for at least forty minutes now.

Each minute took me further from the city. Further from anyone who might help me.

No one had noticed when the man approached me outside Yiayla’s restaurant. No one saw the gun pressed against my back, or my expression as I was forced into the black sedan with tinted windows.

I’d been stupid. So stupid. Going alone to question Yiayia about Nate, without telling anyone where I was going. Mom thought I was resting at home. Scarlett was busy with Morton. I hadn’t even brought Gas with me.

There were at least two men in the car–the driver and the one who’d grabbed me. They hadn’t spoken a word since forcing me inside, ignoring my muffled pleas through the gag. I didn’t even know what they wanted, though it had to be connected to Diana Porter.

Would anyone realize I was missing before it was too late?

The car slowed, turned again–left this time–and began to descend. The sound quality changed, becoming hollow and echoing. A parking garage? A tunnel?

The vehicle came to a stop. Doors opened, then closed. Hushed voices exchanged words I couldn’t make out.

My door opened. Rough hands grabbed my arms, hauling me out. I struggled instinctively, but stopped when I felt something hard press against my abdomen.

“The babies won’t feel a thing,” a voice whispered. “But you will.”

Terror flooded through me. I went limp, letting them guide me forward.

My feet shuffled across what felt like concrete, then carpet. An elevator hummed around us. We ascended. Another corridor, the floor now softer beneath my feet. The air smelled different–cleaner, with hints of wood polish and expensive cologne.

A door opened. I was pushed forward, then forced to sit. The surface beneath me was soft, yielding. I can feel it’s a sofa upholstered in what felt like velvet or high–quality microfiber.

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Suddenly, the blindfold was ripped away, I blinked rapidly, the light painfully bright after the prolonged darkness. As my vision adjusted,

a figure came into focus across from me.

Aman, perhaps fifty, sat in a leather armchair. His silver–streaked dark hair was immaculately styled. His suit looked custom–made, the kind Kyle would wear to board meetings. His posture was relaxed, one leg crossed over the other, but his eyes were gray, cold as winter.

He nodded to someone behind me, and the gag was removed. I coughed, working my jaw to relieve the ache.

“Water,” the man said, and a glass appeared before me, held by another suited figure.

I stared at it suspiciously.

“the

“It’s not poisoned,” the man said, his voice cultured, with the faintest trace of an accent I couldn’t place. “If t wanted you dead immediately, you wouldn’t be sitting here.”

My throat was painfully dry. I leaned forward awkwardly, my bound hands making it difficult to drink without spilling. The water was cold and clean, and I gulped it greedily.

“Who are you?” I asked when I could speak again. “What do you want with me?”

He did not answer. The man regarded me with clinical detachment, as if I were a specimen under glass.

“It’s unfortunate,” he continued, “that you’ve become entangled in this situation. In many ways, you’re an innocent party.”

“Then let me go,” I said, trying to keep the desperation from my voice. “Please, I’m pregnant. My babies-

-are Branson heirs,” he cut in, his expression hardening. “And there lies the problem.”

I glanced around the room, taking in my surroundings for the first time. It was richly appointed–leather furniture, mahogany tables, original artwork on the walls. But there were no windows, and the door through which we’d entered appeared to be reinforced steel. The walls were thick, probably soundproofed.

No one would hear me scream.

“What problem?” I asked, buying time. “I don’t understand any of this. What does my pregnancy have to do with you?”

He stood and walked to a sideboard where a crystal decanter sat. He poured himself a measure of amber liquid, not offering me any.

“You should never have become pregnant with Branson’s child,” he said, swirling the liquid before taking a sip. “It’s complicated matters considerably. This leaves me no choice but to kill you.”

“At least tell me one thing before you kill me,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady despite my terror. “Why?”

He turned to face me, studying me over the rim of his glass.

His silence made me even more worried. “Did you send me the Diana calendar?”

I saw his pupils contract sharply. “Her journal? You have Diana’s journal?”

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“Just one of them. Someone sent it to me anonymously. Let me go, and I’ll give it to

and I’ll give it to you.”

He moved closer, looming over me. “I can still get it if I kill you, can’t I, Miss Williams? You see, I mean you no harm. But.” He rose, straightening his suit jacket with a precise motion. “Because you’re carrying Branson heirs, “he said coldly. “And I intend to make Alexander Branson pay for what he did to my sister. To make his son suffer as I have suffered. To destroy his legacy completely.”

“But Alexander is already dead,” I protested.

“His bloodline isn’t.” Edward nodded to someone behind me, and I heard movement. “I’m truly sorry, Ms. Williams. In another circumstance, I might have appreciated your intelligence and determination. But you made the mistake of aligning yourself with the Bransons. Of carrying their seed.”

A guard appeared at his side, handing him something–a gun, small and matte black. My heart began racing, the sound of my pulse drowning out everything else.

“Please,” 1begged, tears springing to my eyes. “My babies are innocent. They’re just children.” Thɪs chapter is updated by Find★Novel.net

“So was my sister. So was my niece. Innocence offers no protection in this world. The sins of the father,” he quoted.

He raised the gun, pointing it directly at me. I thought of my sons, never getting the chance to be born. Of my mother, finding out her daughter had been murdered. Of Kyle, learning too late what had happened to me and his children.

I shook my head desperately. “Kyle is a victim in this too. He didn’t know what his father did. He’s been trying to uncover the truth.”

“Too little, too late,” Edward said, his finger tightening on the trigger. “Goodbye, Ms. Williams. I truly am sorry about your children.”

I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact. For the end.

Instead, there was a tremendous crash as the reinforced door burst open, splintering from its hinges. Charles whirled, the gun swinging away from me toward the new threat.