ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A MAD BILLIONAIRE novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: FAILED PROJECT 2

This Chapter is dedicated to Shelolo. My baby! Thanks for the golden ticket hun. ლ⁠(⁠^⁠o⁠^⁠ლ⁠)

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The Petersons had all thought something really happened to Ariana. Maybe the hallucinations had started again even if it had only been last night that she slept well after two weeks.

They had all been happy that she had slept well the night before.

"The mailman just delivered my project results from the university," Ariana announced, eyes sparkling with excitement. "I thought it’d be nice to open it with all of you here."

Abby let out a sigh of relief as she stared at the girl. It’s enough that they were all still stunned about Penny’s identity and how hard it would be to get her out of the Adkins family for good. They didn’t need more problems added to that.

Chris raised a brow. "Is that why you made such a dramatic entrance?" he teased. "We already know you passed, Ariana."

"Still," Ari said, flashing a small, nervous smile, "I just want all of you to be with me when I open it. My hands are shaking a little."

"Nervous about what?" Abby scoffed, crossing her arms. "You’re at the top of your class. What’s there to worry about?"

"Exactly," Chris agreed.

"You’re brilliant Ariana. But since you’re this nervous, let me open it for you." Gregory reached out.

Ariana hesitated, then handed the envelope to him. "Okay. But read it out loud."

"I promise, Ariana, if you pass this, which I know you will, I’ll give you anything you want," Chris added with a grin.

"Anything?" Ariana’s eyes lit up.

"Anything," he repeated confidently.

Even if seeing Penny all beautiful last night had destroyed him, he would learn to love Ariana, while also making her sister his mistress. At the end of the day, Ariana was his real wife.

Greg tore the envelope open in one swift motion and pulled out the document inside. His face immediately lit up like a proud father. But then... something shifted.

His smile faded.

His brow furrowed.

"What is it?" Ariana asked, her voice suddenly small.

"M... Maybe I’m seeing things wrong. Chris, take a look at this." Greg handed over the paper, blinking hard like the letters were playing tricks on him.

Abby rolled her eyes. "I’ve told you to wear your glasses, Greg. How do you plan to read bedtime stories to our future grandkids like this?" she scolded sweetly.

Greg scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "Sorry."

"It’s alright, Father," Ariana said, bouncing slightly with anticipation. "Chris, read it out loud. And get ready to pay up! You brought this on yourself remember so don’t go back on your words."

But Chris didn’t read anything.

He just stared.

"What’s taking you so long?" Abby snapped, yanking the file from his hands. She stared down at the paper. And froze.

Ariana laughed. "He’s probably just shocked at my victory."

There it was, FAILED, written in bold, unforgiving letters. And below it, a red inked warning: Banned from rewriting. Final decision.

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