Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

Felicia was seething inside, barely holding back a string of curses.

But it wasn't like she could voice them, especially with Maurice watching from behind the protective barrier. His smug, mocking grin made her blood boil.

"Lunatic. Absolute psycho!" Felicia cursed inwardly.

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The moment she hit the water, the crocodiles on the banks began moving, slipping silently into the murky depths. Those already in the water surged toward her with terrifying speed, their presence rippling beneath the surface. All she could do now was try to escape.

Felicia launched herself toward the nearest shore, her legs pumping furiously as she splashed through the water.

The crocodile enclosure was massive, a controlled habitat surrounded by high fences and iron bars. It kept the reptiles contained, but it also trapped anyone unlucky enough to be thrown in. The only way out was through the locked gate, which was impossible without help. She had no choice but to aim for the nearest patch of dry land, where several large trees offered a slim chance of survival.

A deafening splash sounded behind her as she scrambled onto the muddy bank. One of the crocodiles erupted from the water, jaws snapping open to reveal razor-sharp teeth. It lunged straight for her. Behind the fence, Maurice's brow twitched.

His men exchanged nervous glances, their hands clenching into fists. They weren't worried about Felicia-they were worried about her taking their boss down with her if the venomous creatures kicked in.

Off to the side, Abbie's lips curled into a vicious smirk. She gripped the hem of her uniform tightly, silently praying for the crocodiles to finish Felicia off.

On the bank, Felicia could feel the predator's rancid breath on the back of her neck.

She didn't turn around as there was no time. Instead, she pivoted sharply, rolling to the side just as the crocodile snapped its jaws shut where she'd been standing.

The loud crack of its teeth clamping together could make anyone's blood run cold.

But there was no time to celebrate. Two more crocodiles surged out of the water, then a third.

On land, they moved slower, their heavy bodies dragging across the ground-but they were relentless, their unblinking green eyes locked onto her.

Felicia darted toward the nearest tree, but the crocodiles were closing in from all sides.

Her heart sank as she was trapped.

Behind the barrier, Maurice sighed, already bored. "Well, that's that," he muttered, raising a hand to signal his guards.

He wasn't about to let her die-not when it would kill him too.

But before he could give the order, one of his men let out a startled yell.

"What the-look!"

Maurice turned back just in time to see Felicia leap into the air.

In a desperate burst of energy, she grabbed hold of a tree branch, scrambling up as if her life

depended on it. She had perched herself on a thick, sturdy branch in mere seconds, clinging to it for dear life.

Below her, the crocodiles were in chaos. Their jaws snapped at the empty air where she'd been just moments ago, and their frustration boiled over. The closest one lunged too far, accidentally biting another's leg.

That was all it took.

The next moment, the enclosure descended into a brutal, bloody

frenzy. The crocodiles turned l

each other, hissing, snapping and tearing with primal ferocity.

The scene was a blur of splashing water and flying dirt, the air thick with the sound of death rolls and guttural roars.

The survivors grew even more frenzied, their territorial instincts driving them to fight to the death.

Meanwhile, up in the tree, Felicia clung to her branch like a koala, watching the chaos unfold below. She was safe at least for now.