The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy!-Chapter 770: Never Will

[Drakon and Marceline. Their heads in exchange for your beloved wife. She’s worth that much, isn’t she?]

The woman’s voice echoed in Atlas’s mind.

No, Lola was worth more than two heads of the founding families of this wretched Secret Society. He would burn the world for her.

Atlas closed his eyes and drew a deep breath, his grip tightening around the armrest. Earlier, at the hospital, that was all she had asked of him. She didn’t need to elaborate—he knew exactly what she wanted.

They wanted him to burn down the leaders of the House of Monreal and the chief of the Tribe of Talmaru.

No wonder they hadn’t gone all out against the Order. It wasn’t just because they knew they couldn’t stand against its full force. They needed Atlas to become the executioner of their twisted plan.

Evil... this world was overflowing with it.

Ring... ring... ring...

The soft ringing of his phone echoed inside the private aircraft. His eyes cracked open and fell on the table before him. The phone vibrated against the surface, lighting up with each pulse.

Unknown number.

Atlas reached for it, staring at the screen for a moment before answering and pressing it to his ear. The moment he heard the same woman’s voice, a cold glint flickered in his eyes.

[I’ve sent you the details of how the attack should be carried out. We want you to neutralize Drakon first—]

"How is she?" he cut in. "I want to hear her voice."

The woman chuckled softly. "I’ll let you hear her voice later."

"I want to hear it now," he demanded quietly. "I want proof that my wife is alive. No—I want to see her. If I don’t, I’ll consider her dead and won’t waste my resources on those two."

"My, my..." she murmured, amused. "Aren’t you impatient?"

His expression didn’t change. He remained silent.

"Fine," she hummed. "I’ll send a video later. But we expect swift results. You can do that, can’t you?"

"The next time you call," he said coldly, "I want to see her first. Otherwise, I’ll head straight to your sacred ground and burn every last one of you alive."

With that, Atlas ended the call.

His expression darkened, colder than before. His heart felt strangely calm, but only because it was overwhelmed with too many emotions at once. He pressed a hand to his temple to ease the throbbing in his head, though his thoughts were spiraling.

He knew they wouldn’t hurt Lola. They needed him compliant.

But he couldn’t stop blaming himself.

Even when everyone else told him it wasn’t his fault, he carried the weight anyway.

If Lola hadn’t been as capable as she was, he could already imagine what would have happened to their children. She saved them first, then went back because of Kiara.

Or maybe because she felt responsible.

"Damn it," he muttered, a rare curse slipping past his lips. "Why did I fall for such a trick?"

He leaned back, running his fingers through his usually immaculate hair. He ruffled it carelessly and loosened his tie until it came off completely. His gaze fell on the phone as if it were the object that had betrayed him.

"Baby," he called quietly, enough to catch the attention of the man seated in the same row.

"We’ll drop you off." A dangerous glint flashed across his eyes as he kept staring at the phone. "Deal with Drakon."

Baby studied Atlas’s side profile, then glanced at the phone on the table. He didn’t respond verbally, just nodded once.

*****

At the same time...

"You’ll find out."

Lola let out a dry laugh, keeping her eyes locked on the priest. "Atlas would never let any of you use him—or me—for whatever delusional plan you have."

"He burned the entire Secret Society not once, but repeatedly," the priest stressed. "All because it killed his wife. If something so little—"

"Little?" Her laughter sharpened. "Have you ever lost someone?"

"What a strange question," he replied. "Do you think I would do all this if I had never lost anyone? I’ve lost everything, Lola."

She shook her head. "No. You haven’t lost a thing."

Confusion crept onto his face. He had just told her about the first, second, and third timelines. In each of them, he lost everything—the church, his colleagues, his people, even his life.

"You... will never understand," she murmured. "Otherwise, you would never call it little. For you, it takes losing your church and your life to call it everything."

Her lips curved upward as she laughed until her laughter forced her to hunch forward and collapse back onto the floor. She lay flat against the cold stone.

Her sudden shift in demeanor made his brows twitch. She looked as if she had given up completely, but the relaxed stillness in her body told him otherwise.

"This place..." she trailed off, staring at the high ceiling. Now that her vision had adjusted, she could see the intricate artwork painted across the concave dome.

Her eyes narrowed. With her functioning hand, she reached upward.

"I never realized until now that this place... is truly beautiful. Sacred."

"It is," he nodded. "And this will be where you spend the rest of your life. Away from sin. From chaos. From everything. It will be your sanctuary—"

"Do you like me?"

He froze as his breath hitched.

"Please, don’t misunderstand my intentions. I’m simply doing this—"

"Out of guilt? Out of fear?" Lola finished calmly, tilting her head to meet his eyes. Her gaze was unwavering. "Maybe even out of desire. You keep talking about saving me, cleansing me, fixing me—when you’re the reason my life turned out the way it did in the first place."

Her body relaxed further as a realization settled within her.

"You will not succeed," she said quietly. "And you never will. Do you know why?"

A smirk curved across her lips. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Because you don’t even know what you’re fighting for. I guess you were too busy scheming to remember to pray for enlightenment."