The Alpha King’s Hated Slave Chapter 117

Danika walked from one corner of the market to the other, buying the things she needed. Some people glared at her as she passed, but she bowed to them slightly and walked away with her shoulders high.

Pregnant…?

No matter how she tried not to think about it, her traitorous mind keeps going back to that awful possibility. Terror seized her system.

Heavens, no. It can’t be. She convinced herself stubbornly. There’s no way—

A girl ran into her.

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!” The girl said as she pulled away from her.

Danika caught herself from falling. She looked at the girl in front of her. The girl wouldn’t be more than eight years old, and she was dirty and dressed in rags. A lowborn.

“It’s okay. No harm done.” She said softly.

The girl nodded her head and took off in a run.

Danika continued walking. She didn’t walk for long when she began hearing commotions behind her.

“It’s her! It’s that daughter of a monster! She took the diamond necklace!” A woman’s voice was screaming behind her.

Danika turned back in sheer confusion. A small crowd of women was walking close to her. She wondered what was happening.

Who’s the woman they’re talking about? She asked herself.

She was most surprised when the crowd came in front of her and stopped. They didnt pass her.

“It’s her! She’s the thief!” A very angry looking woman shouted in front of her.

“Are you sure, Zenia?” One of the women asked, even as she threw Danika an evil glare.

The woman, Zenia, nodded vigorously. Her eyes was blazing fire as she pointed at Danika. “She stole the diamond necklace from my store, I saw her steal it!”

The crowd gasped and faced Danika. They were all angry looking.

“Is this true!? Did you steal, you evil daughter of an evil man!?” One of the snapped angrily.

“I know, she stole it.” Another added.

“She wants to wear it later. Still thinks herself a princess, that b’tch!”

“The apple does not fall far from the tree…” Another hissed.

They were murmurs and whispered from the small crowd, those words were the only one Danika was able to make out before she snapped out of the daze she’d entered.

This can’t be happening…! No, no, not her..! The punishment for stealing….!

She swallowed and closed her mind from the horrible thought. Her heart squeezed in her chest.

“No! I didn’t take anything! I’m not a thief!” She shouted, alarmed.

“She stole it, I saw her! Check her bag you’ll see it! I know she stole it, that b’tch!” Another woman shouted in the crowd.

Danika’s body was trembling. She lifted the bag of goods she’d bought. “This is my bag. You can search it, I did not steal a thing!”

“If we find it, we’ll crucify her!” A voice shouted in the crowd.

“We’ll burn her!”

“We’ll beat her up badly!”

“Hell, I’ve always wanted to get my hands on her!”

“We’ll strip her naked too!”

The voices were too much, they were jarring on Danika’s head. She was overwhelmed with the hatred that emitted from those words.

These people who hate her so much for a crime she didn’t commit. There eyes filled with rage. Hatred.

They look upon her with murder in their eyes.

One of the dragged the bag of goods from her and opened it. She began ransacking it fanatically.

Danika just wanted all these to be over. She was breathing erratically. Her heart was threatening to burst out of her chest. A thief?

Thankfully, all her fears and feelings were well hidden on the inside. Her body quaked, but not visibly.

She watched them coolly, waiting for them to vindicate her and for her to be on her way.

“It’s really here! She stole the diamond necklace! It’s here!” The woman gasped as she brought out a diamond necklace from the bag.

The whole crowd gasped.

Danika watched in horror. She has never seen that necklace before.

This people will hurt her badly. It’s right there in their eyes.

A thief. They all call her a thief.

They found the diamond necklace in her bag. A necklace she has never seen before. Danika can only watch in a trance.

She doesn’t know how to go about this. Doesn’t know how to start vindicating herself because she knows that all her attempt will be futile.

These are the set of people her father enslaved and tortured for the past ten years. They look upon her with hate, judgement and rage.

Suddenly, she wished Sally was there with her. Sally… Anybody…

These people will devour her. Her baby… No, there’s no baby, Danika.

The words didn’t convince her like it’s meant to. She can only watch the angry mob in front of her.

There is no pleading with them. Or begging them. It will change nothing.

“I did not steal that. I have never seen that before.” She tried anyway.

Her voice was hoarse and calm, while her insides was trembling. Her b***d ran cold and her heart was thudding in her chest.

One woman’s hand snaked out from the crowd and slapped her cheek. Another grabbed hold of her hair. “You thief! You thief!”

“We will deal with you today!” Another person shouted.

As they dragged her away, she thought…

Maybe, just maybe, this is how it was written in her stars.

Maybe, just maybe, this is the way it’s meant to be.

Maybe, just maybe, this is the way she’ll reunite with her mother again.