Raised From The Wild-Chapter 83: I Will Make Them Pay

Stephane showed his ticket to the young lady manning the entrance. She was wearing a white blouse and a dark green pleated skirt that stopped just below the knee. She took the ticket and snapped a red bracelet on his wrist. Stephane glanced at her as if asking what the bracelet is for.

"Everyone who enters should wear this so the guards and the attendants will recognize you as a guest. This wristband also has a location tracker so security can reach you should there be a problem or if there is an accident."

Stephane just silently listened to the lady. She was very professional. There was no seduction in her voice or actions. The lady pressed a button and the gate opened. Stephane walked lazily inside.

A lifesize full-body painting of Ibrahim welcomed him. It was signed by Amaya and dated a week ago. ’So the princess can paint this well. She is becoming more and more interesting.’

Stephane was tall but Ibrahim was a few centimeters taller than him. He was wearing a sleeveless tunic with a rope tied around his waist. He looked very masculine with his long hair that reached below his shoulders. He did not have a mustache or a beard. Stephane’s gaze trailed down to his muscular thigh and down to a pair of boots made from crocodile skin. He noticed that there was a chrome plate near Ibrahim’s feet with the following inscription: ’In memory of Ibrahim Rocas, Prince of Lireya.’

Earlier, he saw a photo of Prince Ibarra standing beside this same painting on the internet. The netizens went crazy about the photo. They started bombarding the comment section with questions on who was more handsome.

’Are you blind? Of course is it the crown prince! No matter how handsome Prince Ibrahim is, he is no longer in this world.’

’You are the one that is blind! Look at Prince Ibrahim. He is a macho man. The muscle in his arms is so distinct. His hair is long with slight curls adding to his masculinity. Definitely, my prince charming is more handsome."

Stephane exited the chat room and diverted his gaze to the painting. He studied it carefully.

They don’t look like twins because Ibrahim was sporting a long hair and the muscles on his arms were very distinct. However, if you look closely, their features were very similar.

Amaya was a talented artist. Her artwork was very detailed to the point that Ibrahim looked very alive.

Suddenly, a group of college students crowded in front of him blocking his view of Ibrahim. They were giggling while they took selfies with Ibrahim in the background. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"Mister, if you don’t mind, can you please take a photo of us?" A woman wearing a low-cut blouse approach him and handed him her cell phone.

Stephane furrowed his brows. He hated women who liked to seduce him and who were rowdy.

"I mind and I don’t like to take your photo." He said coldly then he turned around and proceeded in the direction of the log house.

The woman was embarrassed. That man did not give her face at all. How dare he?

"It is the first time I saw a man refusing your request Dinah."

Dinah’s face reddened. "He does not know what is good for him. What an arrogant man. I hope our paths will not cross again or he will regret it."

Stephane on the other hand had already entered the log house and examined the parchment on the table which was made from a tree stump. He seemed to be looking for something.

He went to Amaya’s room and his gaze lingered on the princess dress and the tiara that was encased in a glass. His eyes glinted with interest. He took a photo of the tiara. How he wished that he can hold the tiara in his hands.

"These are tiny diamonds and there are so many of them!" He muttered under his breath. He did not linger in that room because he did not want others to catch up with him. Without further ado, he went to the next room.

Ibrahim’s room was filled with portraits of Danaya and Amaya. He was not interested in the portraits. He walked toward the shelf where the fragments of different metals and gemstones found in Miraga were framed and displayed. Ibrahim labeled them. He saw this same frame on the internet but the real thing was exceptionally good to look at. He snapped a photo.

"We are allowed to take photos, right?" He asked an attendant who suddenly appeared.

"Yes, Sir. This museum is very lenient so you can take as many photos as you want."

He was not interested in looking at the other artifacts so he went out of the log cabin and proceeded to the backyard in big strides. He just threw a cursory glance at the things that were displayed inside the three shacks standing far away from each other in the backyard.

Stephane walked very fast. He did not mind the lush vegetation painted on the wall. When he reached the first tree house, he climbed using the bamboo ladder. He did not stay very long on each section or stopover but kept his phase until he arrived at the volcano.

Like the other spots, he did not linger in the volcano and soon he was inside the tunnel. The entrance looked like a cave but the inside was just a tunnel. Then he saw Ibrahim’s journal written on the wall.

He carefully read everything that was written on the wall. Sometimes he would smile. At other times he gave out a frown. In the end, he still did not find what he was looking for.

When he was back at the beach, he did not go to the rock where Amaya normally gathered her salt but exited the museum. He dialed a number.

"There are a few interesting facts that I found out. I’ll send the photos to you."

"Only a few?" the man at the other line replied with sarcasm.

"Yes," Stephane answered.

"So based on your findings, there are really treasures on that island?" The man on the other line has a husky voice.

"I supposed so. Ibrahim clearly said that the island is a vault of treasures."

"So, if Marx rescued Amaya, then there is a possibility that Marx has the treasures. Why not test Marx and Amaya?"

"Hey, stop dreaming and stop interfering. What if there is really no treasure or if it was left behind during the volcano eruption?"

"Is that what you think?"

Stephane and the man on the other side of the phone continued to argue.

"Stop it anymore. Let us wait for an opportunity to check this again." With that, Stephane entered his car. He stepped on the accelerator and hurried back to his apartment.

He parked the car in the basement. He was about to get off when he noticed the invitation card handed to him by the principal. He fidgeted with it for a moment before proceeding to his apartment.

"It is Princess Amaya’s 18th birthday. Will I go, or will I not?" Stephane pondered for a long time before throwing the invitation at the trash can. It is not yet the time to be entangled with Marx Skylar.

He went to his study and turned on his laptop. He transferred the photos he took from the museum. He was intently looking at the tiara when he received an email.

His face darkened after reading the email. "Damn it! I will make them pay!" A loud crash was heard from his study when he threw a cup at the wall and it shattered into hundreds of pieces before it fell to the floor.

...

When the royal family went back to the palace, they were still discussing what they have seen at the museum.

"Uncle Ibrahim was a wonder. The things he made on the island were very useful. Prince Ibrahim is now my idol." Donello shamelessly said in front of his family.

"Well, your Uncle trained in the military." King Duncan explained.

"I see! So that’s why he is highly skilled." Danella interjected.

Tatiana was boasting about how many gifts she received while she was live streaming.

"Don’t be overly smug, sister. As if I don’t know that you are only riding on Amaya’s popularity."

"Zanzara, don’t speak like that. Don’t worry, I’ll give you half of my gifts." Tatiana tried to coax her. She tapped something on her cellphone and transferred some amount.

When Zanzara felt her cell phone vibrate, she took it out, open her bank’s app and check the balance. Sure enough, Tatiana transferred a certain amount to her. She looked at Tantiana and gave her a smile.

Tatiana looked back at her cousin. "So Zanzara, Are you on my side now?" Zanzara nodded. Ever since they were little, they always support each other and cover for each other.

Amaya who was assisting her grandmother felt an intense gaze on her. She looked back but found no one.

"Why am I restless? Is this an omen?"