Fake Fiancée for the Billionaire

orgiving environment they'd entered. Gone were the polished surfaces and air-conditioned comfort of their previous lives. Here, the canopy of the rainforest formed a cathedral ov

forest. Behind him followed Dr. Hernandez, his backpack overflowing with notebooks and specialized equipment, his brow perpetually furrowed in concentration. Sergei,

, reaching out to steady her as they navigated treacherous terrain, sent a jolt through her that had nothing to do with the humid jungle air. The facade of t

treacherous ravines, and crossed fast-flowing rivers on makeshift bridges. Each step was a tes

wards a distant peak shrouded in mist. "The Temple of the Sun," he announc

weathered stone, rose from the jungle canopy like a sleeping giant. An aura

ion. Dr. Hernandez, after consulting ancient texts and meticulously studying the satellit

ng a series of intricate glyphs and manipulating ancient levers hidden within the stonework. Each

eted them, a chilling blast of stale air emanating from the abyss. Taking a deep breath, Scarl

an eerie silence. The air hung heavy with the smell of damp earth and forgotten time. Dr. Hernandez meticu

ues that others might miss. He pointed out pressure plates hidden beneath layers of dust, subtle glyphs that warne

e walls were adorned with scenes depicting gruesome sacrifices and enigmatic symbols that sent chills down their spines.T

the center, bathed in the soft glow of their head torches, stood a pedestal. Upon it rested a ma

ey. Yet, as she gazed at the artifact, a sense of unease settled in her stomach. The glyphs adorni

t reverent awe, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. As he reached out to touch it, a sudde

iguel stumbled back just as the floor gave way. Sergei reacted with lightning speed, grabbing Miguel by the arm and hauling him back f

section of the wall lurched open, revealing a hidden passage bathed in a

mix of fear and fascination. "Perhaps this is the true resting pl

of a deeper secret rekindled their determination. Scarlett turned to Alexander, seeking his op

his voice firm. "Miguel is shaken, but un

d deeper, the green glow emanating from some unseen source illuminating the rough-hewn walls. The air grew th

before. Figures with obsidian blades hacked open chests, offering beating hearts to a monstrous entity depicted with fangs and e

ore, stood a colossal obsidian statue – the monstrous deity depicted in the murals, its fanged maw open in a sil

d the chamber. "There's no Sunstone here," he mutte

g to resonate from the very walls. In an ancient, guttural l

lips as he stepped forward,muttering under his breath in a language that sounded vaguely

ez whispered, his voice filled with awe. "P

mber intensified, making the obsidian statue seem to pulsate with life. Suddenly, the

forth heat and a sickly yellow smoke. Panic erupted – the floor was

lled him back from the edge. Alexander reached for Scarlett, her hand finding h

rembling with a mix of terror and... ecstasy? His chant grew louder, more

, now!" he shouted over the din. Adrenaline surged through her, fear lending he

ust and debris.They emerged into the chamber with the Sunstone just as the hidden passage sealed shut

a manic glint in his eyes. "The gate is sealed," he declared, his voice hoarse. "But my sacrifice

washed over Sc