The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 618

Chapter 618: The Public Execution

In the central square of the main city of New Gehran, people gathered for the heavily publicized public execution. It had been marketed better than any product, so much so that people felt "compelled" to come and see it.

However, what many didn’t know was that the square wasn’t packed because everyone wanted to watch. There might have been some who treated it as entertainment or came out of curiosity, but for most, attendance was mandatory.

So whether they wanted to come or not, they had no choice. They had to come; at least, someone from their household had to be present in this execution. Which was never a surprise, as this had happened before.

That was New Gehran for them.

At the center of the square stood a large stage equipped with real spotlights. Two additional stages had been set up for some reason, one on each side, connected to the center stage by makeshift bridges. Each of the side stages held a massive structure shaped like a square—like a box—completely covered by thick red carpets.

"This is different from before," one person in the crowd muttered. "Are there more people to be executed?"

"Even if there are more, why do they need more stages?" another whispered. "Last time, they did it one by one. There was also that time when a whole group was hanged together."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd, confusion thickening the air as fear clung to their curiosity. Some tried to rationalize it, suggesting the governor simply wanted to make the occasion more extravagant—perhaps he’d missed the spectacle.

Those forced to attend scowled at such remarks.

Why?

Because they were the ones paying monthly contributions just to stay alive, only for the governor to waste it on something like this.

A handful of people remained neutral. Not everyone in Ravah lived in poverty, after all. Some thrived in business, supported by connections and privilege.

As curiosity swelled, the governor stepped out onto a balcony of one of the buildings overlooking the square.

He wore a large white suit, a ribbon tied neatly around his neck. His hair was split cleanly down the middle, the tips curled to perfection.

Looking down at the crowd, he snickered.

"Look at this," he mused. "All these peasants gathered here to witness the might of my power!"

Standing a step behind him were Jarvis and the governor’s young lackey. Both stared at the governor’s broad back and short stature. Had it not been for the raised platform beneath his feet, they doubted much of him would even be visible from below.

"Governor," the young man said quietly, concern evident in his eyes. "Do not forget—we are under attack. We should proceed quickly. This place would be targeted."

"Hah!" the governor laughed, glancing back smugly. "We may be under attack, and the other governors may have shut their doors and burned bridges with me. But once I annihilate every rat in my territory, I’ll come after those fools and rename the entire Ravah after myself—hahaha!"

His laughter never reached the people below. The noise of the square swallowed it whole. Besides, the distance alone made him inaudible to anyone not standing on the balcony.

Governor Gehran only stopped laughing when he began to choke. The young man offered him a bottle of water, which Gehran slapped away before grabbing a soda instead.

"Besides," he continued, eyeing the crowd below, "even if they choose to attack here... would they risk it with this many people present? I didn’t gather all these people for nothing."

To the governor, everyone below — especially the peasants whose only crime was existing — were nothing more than shields.

He had used this tactic countless times.

Over the years of ruling, he had learned that those who rose against power often fancied themselves heroes. And heroes, unfortunately, cared too much about innocents. Using civilians as leverage had always given him the advantage.

Even so, the whispers didn’t stop. Hatred simmered beneath the surface as people watched the man who openly robbed them without consequence.

They wished he’d choke and die.

But evil had a way of lingering.

"Good evening, my fellow Gehranians," the governor began, prompting many to wince. Being called Gehranians was yet another testament to his narcissism.

"Tonight will not be a simple public execution," he declared. "Tonight is a display of morale—a lesson in punishment, and a demonstration of the mercy I, your governor, Gehran, provide!"

His booming voice silenced the square.

Then, with fake elegance, he pointed toward the stages.

"Reveal!"

The coverings were yanked away from the massive boxes atop the two side stages.

One revealed a cage holding four people.

The other held a single figure... an old woman.

Himari.