Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom

Note: This chapter dedicated to ""@Daoistk8jeCg"" Tq so much for the Golden Tickets.

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As dawn broke over Skull Island, Das boarded his private jet, accompanied by two princesses from the Sylvester family and Natalia.

Meanwhile, Eden, with her usual efficiency, had arranged for Luis's transfer to a secure location off the island, ensuring his safety and their leverage.

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In the heart of the African continent, under the vast and starry sky, the Taurus family residence stood as a bastion of ancient power and mystery. The estate was abuzz with preparations for a ritual of significant magnitude, orchestrated by Maya, the matriarch of the Taurus family.

At the center of the estate, a colossal platform had been erected, stretching over an area that could encompass five football fields. This platform was not just an architectural marvel but also a sacred space, meticulously designed for the upcoming ritual.

The Taurus family had spared no expense or effort in gathering the materials for this grand event. Rare artifacts, each steeped in history and imbued with temporal energies, were carefully placed around the platform.

These relics included an ancient sundial from a forgotten civilization, a set of golden chalices rumored to have been used by oracle priests, and a series of intricately carved stone tablets bearing inscriptions in a long-lost language.

One of the most striking features of the preparation was the collection of one hundred and eight virgin women, each born under the Taurus zodiac sign and without a single scar on their body. These women were chosen not only for their purity but also for their astrological significance, aligning with the Taurus constellation to amplify the ritual's power.

The attire of these women was equally significant. They were dressed in flowing gowns made from fabrics that had been dyed with rare pigments sourced from remote corners of the world. Each gown was embroidered with silver threads, designed to form symbols that resonated with Taurus energy.

As the women took their positions on the platform, they formed a pattern reminiscent of a scorpion, a nod to the astrological lore connecting Taurus with Scorpio. From above, this formation was a breathtaking sight, each woman an integral part of a larger, mystical design.

Maya, standing at the center of this formation, was a commanding figure. She wore a robe that shimmered with an ethereal glow, adorned with gems.

The air around the platform was charged with anticipation. Incense, made from a mixture of rare herbs and oils, burned in braziers, creating a fragrant cloud that enveloped the area. The smoke swirled in patterns, as if alive, adding to the mystical ambiance.

As the ritual began, Maya started chanting in an ancient tongue, her voice both powerful and soothing. The women, entranced, joined in the chant, their voices harmonizing to create a melody that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them. Like controlled robots, the 108 woman were doing exactly like the matriarch of the Taurus family. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

The artifacts around the platform began to respond to the ritual. The sundial's shadow moved erratically, the chalices vibrated gently, and the stone tablets glowed with a faint, otherworldly light. They indicated the beginning of the ritual.

In the distance, the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, casting a golden glow on the scene. The ritual of the Taurus family was underway, a ceremony steeped in mystery and ancient power, its purpose known only to a select few.

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The roar of engines filled the air as Das's private jet descended towards the Mumbai airport, its sleek form cutting through the morning sky. Below, an impressive fleet of over fifty ultra-modern cars awaited his arrival. Each vehicle, a testament to luxury and power, was lined up with precision, the drivers standing in a synchronous line, their postures rigid and disciplined.

Inside the jet, the two princesses of the Sylvester family, who had never ventured beyond the confines of their secluded residence, gazed out of the windows in awe. The bustling, vibrant world of Mumbai unfolded before them, a stark contrast to the sheltered life they had known.

According to Sylvester family tradition, the woman can't leave the Amazon forest before marriage. Until now, they only saw the modern world through screens.

As the jet touched down and Das disembarked, he was greeted by Maria, his trusted partner. Maria, poised and efficient, led Das and his entourage to the central Rolls Royce, the crown jewel of the impressive motorcade.

The two princesses, accompanied by Natalia, followed closely, their eyes wide with fascination and a hint of apprehension. The convoy, a formidable display of wealth and influence, began its journey, the entire route meticulously cleared and secured for their passage.

As the cars raced through the streets of Mumbai, the city's vibrant life flashed by, a blur of colors, sounds, and movement. Within fifteen minutes, the fleet arrived at the Abdullah family estate, Das's current residence in the city.

A cold, calculating expression crossed Das's face as he noted the army camps strategically positioned around the estate. The entrance was heavily guarded, with soldiers meticulously recording the details of everyone who entered and exited. It was a clear display of military power.

Stepping out of the Rolls Royce, Das was greeted by a large group of young girls, all students of Ruth, who were training under her tutelage. They stood in uniform lines, a disciplined array of budding warriors. Das acknowledged them with a nod, his gaze sweeping over the group, assessing their progress and determination.

At the entrance of the palace, Stella waited, holding a baby in her arms. Her presence, a mix of strength and maternal grace, added another layer to the complex tapestry of Das's world.

Das's arrival was more than a mere return; it was a statement of power and dominanceBehind Stella, all his girlfriends gathered as Das returned after a long time.

The Mumbai underworld, a web of alliances and rivalries, was a chessboard on which Das is a master player.

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Note: I'm going to lock chapters of my new novel "Prince Incognito" Don't forget to take look. TQ guys for your support and understanding.

Your's lovingly,

PeterPan ;-)