ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A MAD BILLIONAIRE novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: A GIFT FOR HIS PENGUIN

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One by one, they rose to their feet, grass still clutched in their filthy hands as they wiped it on their own their dirty torn rag like dresses.

Their dresses, once worth thousands, now hung in tatters around them. Their skin was streaked with grime and sunburn. Most had cut marks on their skin from the running, Alicia who was tumbled a couple of time by the cow had multiple bruises and broken bone.

They each smelled the same. Like dead bodies and cow poop.

The car stopped a few feet away, its tinted windows reflecting their own pathetic shapes back at them.

Roselyn’s cracked lips trembled. "Do you think... they’re here to take us home?"

Alicia laughed calmly. "If they were, they wouldn’t have left us here like dogs."

The door cracked open, but no one stepped out. Instead different colour dust filled the entire place, each girl coughing so loud because of how bad it burned their nostrils, that and eyes.

They tried to move, to run but they couldn’t. Their body turned weak instantly, they inhaled the painful smoke and each person lost consciousness.

By the time they woke up again, the sky was clear, beautiful even. It wasn’t like they had inhaled any smoke from before, but one thing changed about them. They had no idea why they were here.

The memory of the engagement party and everything that happened after had varnished.

"What happened?" Roselyn asked looking around. One moment she felt like she had died. The pain in her brain was so unbearable and now, everything was back to normal.

Ariana’s swollen hands clenched around her bundle of grass. Her breath came in shallow bursts. She too had no idea why she was here, but something in her told her this was Penny’s doing.

Her sister has kidnapped her and place her here because she’s jealous of her engagement party.

How long has she been here?

Penny. This was Penny’s doing. She was sure of it.

But no matter how sure she was, until someone in their world offered a gift worthy enough for Osvaldo’s "Penguin," she and the others were nothing more than stranded livestock in his desert pen.

His little play things and he was just starting with them. He would break them in ways they wouldn’t expect.

While the Adkins hidden heir plotted his next move, in another part of the city, in the royal castle, Raphael stared at the men before him. Each held priceless treasures, gleaming under the warm light of the throne room.

These were not ordinary riches. They were jewels worn by the queens of the royal family for centuries. The royal crest, a symbol of their bloodline, had been locked away in the family’s museum for generations.

Even if the world’s richest man offered billions, or trillions, Prince Raphael would never part with them.

They were worth more than gold, more than kingdoms, more than life itself. They were the crown’s soul.

The first man stepped forward. In his hands lay a twenty-four-carat gold crown, heavy yet elegant, its frame carved with intricate vines of pure platinum. Every curve was set with fire-bright rubies the size of doves’ eggs, surrounded by smaller diamonds that caught the light like a thousand stars.

The second man presented a scepter, taller than a man’s arm, forged from pure white gold. At its tip rested an orb of flawless sapphire, deep and endless as the ocean, with golden dragons coiled around it, their tiny emerald eyes watching in eternal vigilance.

The third man carried a necklace so fine it seemed almost too delicate to touch. Strings of perfect pearls were interwoven with threads of moonstone and rare black opals, the colors shifting with every step he took. At the center was a teardrop diamond, legend said it had been cut from a single crystal found in the heart of a glacier a thousand years ago.

The fourth gift was a ceremonial cloak, woven from threads of silk so rare they shimmered in shades of silver and blue. The fabric was embroidered with the entire royal crest in gold thread, each stitch taking a year to complete. The inside was lined with white ermine fur, warm yet light as air.

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