Chapter 1198

Chapter 1198:

Alice nodded firmly. “I’m with you. We’re going to blow this wide open.” We shared a faint smile, a silent promise exchanged in that brief glance.

Over the next few days, we carefully planted seeds in front of Manley—discussing wedding plans with exaggerated carelessness, tossing out misleading details that seemed vital.

Just as we hoped, Manley swallowed it all and rushed to share the false intel.

Trailing him in secret, we soon uncovered his link to the covert army. With undeniable proof of his treachery, we reported everything to Bryan and the others.

The moment they heard the news, their faces grew grim, and without hesitation, they began crafting a thorough plan of attack.

We agreed to spring the trap on the wedding day, taking them all down in one decisive strike—before they had a chance to act.

Leonardo’s POV:

I sat slouched on the throne, fingers drumming against the armrest with thinly veiled impatience.

The silence gnawed at me. Still no word from Antoni. The delay soured my mood, curling irritation into unease.

Minutes dragged like hours until, at last, the heavy doors creaked open.

A guard burst in, breathless, a sealed letter clutched in his gloved hand.

“Your Majesty, Antoni Harrison has returned.”

He dropped to one knee.

“Bring him in. Now!” I ordered.

No sooner had the words left my mouth than Antoni strode in, looking all confident.

I demanded, “What have you brought me?”

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Antoni’s face was set, mouth drawn tight.

“Our spies confirm it—Alice and Amon will wed in Marehelm three days from now.”

That stopped me cold. So, my sons weren’t marrying Makenna? The wedding belonged to Alice and Amon, those two insignificant fools? After the initial shock, a slow smile spread across my face, curling upward with satisfaction.

“Ha! What luck! With the ceremony as cover, we’ll crush Marehelm, and Makenna will lose her last pillar of strength.”

Antoni didn’t share my amusement. He frowned, mouth pulling into a grim line.

“What’s there to celebrate?”

I narrowed my eyes, displeasure prickling at my skin.

“And what do you mean by this?”

He raised his head, gaze sharp, voice soaked in derision.

“I had hoped we’d destroy Makenna at the height of her joy. But she’s not the bride. It’s just Alice. A disappointment.”

The audacity. I shot up from the throne, the hem of my cloak whipping around my boots.

“Watch your tone, Antoni,” I barked, furious. “If Makenna was the bride, my sons would be the grooms. And I don’t want to see that happen!”

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