ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A MAD BILLIONAIRE novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80: DURING HIS HEAT

This Chapter is dedicated to IceDraclysa. Hey Ice, thanks for the golden ticket love. (⁠つ⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)⁠つ

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Two days have passed since Penny’s punishment to the Peterson’s and her sister. Stacey had been sent back to her family, and have been warned to never cross Penny’s part anymore.

At the same time, the Adkin’s lawyers were currently fighting Mayor Kine Jackson in court as Osvaldo had instructed. He had asked them to destroy everything the man owns and strip his title from him.

While there were a lot of commotion going on, Penny have been stucked in the lap mixing different herbs and potions to cure Osvaldo.

She had tried a few potions in him. Some made him madder, and other just calmed him down. But in all, Osvaldo have never been sane even for a second.

Penny was scared. Not because her experiments didn’t work, but because the drugs might have turned his eyes from silver to gold. She had no idea why his eyes were suddenly changing so fast.

From the recent lab results, there was nothing found in Osvaldo’s blood. No drug, nothing. This is the first challenging case she’s had since her career. And it was driving her crazy. Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed to the deal of treating him in the first place.

But she was desperate. She wanted her weight gone. She wanted to be the society standard of beauty for once in her life.

No one has been able to cure madness in this life. Not even Osvaldo’s genius father. But he had turned his son mad.

She looked again at the list of herbs Osvaldo gave her, the ones his father had supposedly used on him. Some of them Penny didn’t even recognize. It was possible she was missing something.

She had tried a sample of the original potion on Barnaby. The man had been completely fine. No outbursts. No madness. Not even a twitch.

So why was Osvaldo different?

She pulled out her notes and carefully examined the antidote she had recreated. She’d made it dozens of times, maybe even a hundred. But every time, it reacted differently in Osvaldo.

It wasn’t just one wrong step, it felt like something important was missing. A key. An invisible thread.

She bit her lip, staring at the glowing liquid in the flask.

Maybe it was time to ask for help.

Her mentor, Doctor Shen, had always been her guiding light. A master in both eastern and western medicine. If anyone could help her now, it was him.

Penny began packing her tools carefully, coat, gloves, goggles, protective salve, samples of potions she’d made. She sealed each flask and placed them into her reinforced bag.

Just as she reached the door...

"Mine?"

His voice was low, gentle, almost childlike. Osvaldo was rushing toward her. His tall figure moved clumsily, like a boy seeing his favorite toy leave the room. But Penny’s eyes landed where they always landed lately, the bulge pressing against his trousers.

She sighed softly.

This was another side effect. One she hadn’t expected.

Her potions had messed with his emotions, and his body.

His desires were getting worse by the day.

Penny’s hands were already sore. She’d tried everything, cooling tonics, sedatives, acupuncture points and when none worked, she used her hands. But nothing seemed to help for long.

He’d calm down... then within minutes, get riled up again like a man possessed.

It wasn’t safe. For him or for anyone else.

That was one more reason she needed her mentor.

A feral snarl ripped from his throat. And in one brutal motion, he spun her around, slamming her front, first against the lab counter. His body caged her in, his erection driving against her backside with relentless, punishing thrusts.

"Mr. Osvaldo... p... please!" Her fingers scrambled across the counter, searching for anything, anything, to stop him. The only thing there were beakers and funnels.

Penny grabbed the beaker immediately, voice shaking.

"D-don’t make me-!"

Osvaldo didn’t even flinch when she smashed it against his skull. The glass shattered everywhere. Blood trickled down his face and Penny’s eyes turned wide. But he didn’t let her go.

He rather smiled and her stomach dropped.

"Mr Osvaldo plea..."

In a flash, he hauled her to the floor, his weight pinning her down. One powerful thigh forced her legs apart as he trapped her wrists above her head, his grip iron.

"When I’m like this, Penguin," he growled, his hips grinding down, "you don’t hit me with a fucking beaker."

A sharp cry tore from her lips as his cock... God, even through his clothes, dragged against her core.

Again and again, her body trembled, torn between terror and something darker, something she refused to name.

Then, just as suddenly as he’d taken her, he released her.

"Leave," he bit out, rising to his feet. "Before I do something we’ll both regret."

Tears streaked her cheeks as she scrambled up, her ruined dress barely clinging to her body. She didn’t look back.

She ran.