Chapter 561

Chapter 561:

Dominic ignored me completely. Instead, he turned to the driver and commanded, “Take her back.”

The engine roared to life, and the car began to move. Caught off guard, I struck my head against the back of the front seat. Pain shot through me, and tears welled in my eyes.

I turned back, my vision blurring, just in time to see the fight break out among the men.

Makenna’s POV:

“Stop the car! Stop this instant! I have to go back!” My voice cracked with urgency, but the driver kept his eyes fixed ahead, ignoring me as if I were speaking into the wind.

“Are you clueless? Do you have any idea how badly this could end?” My patience snapped, and I ground out a threat. “If you don’t stop, you’ll regret it when all this is over!”

He didn’t even flinch.

Desperation clawed at me, and my tone shifted into pleading. “Please, just stop the car. I’ll make sure you’re rewarded generously!”

It was like speaking to stone. The car continued forward without pause.

Hopelessness washed over me, leaving me adrift and powerless. Was I really cursed? Why did disaster always cling to me like a shadow? Why did I drag everyone around me into my messes?

I sank into the back seat, burying my face in my hands as tears spilled freely.

The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, his gaze softening as though my tears struck a chord. “Don’t worry. Nothing bad will happen. The princes know what they’re doing.”

But his words felt hollow, offering no comfort at all.

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Just then, the car jolted violently as if it had struck something. It shuddered before grinding to a halt. My sobs caught in my throat, and my heart slammed against my chest.

The driver stiffened instantly, scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes. “Stay in the car. Something unexpected is going on out there.”

I looked out the window, helpless, dread pooling in my stomach as I tried to make sense of it. I could hardly bear to imagine what might come next.

The driver stepped out, and my heart pounded like a drumbeat in my throat.

Moments later, the violent sounds of a fight erupted outside. Steel clashing, voices shouting—it was chaos.

“What on earth is happening?” I whispered to myself, frozen in fear.

“Run!” the driver shouted, but his voice was cut off abruptly, plunging everything into a chilling silence.

What had just happened?

I sat frozen in the back seat, hearing only the thud of heavy footsteps drawing nearer. Suddenly, the car door was flung open, and several men dressed in black loomed over me, the metallic tang of blood thick in the air around them.

“Wh… who are you?” My breath caught mid-air. “What do you want?”

“Are you Makenna Dunn?” The leader’s gaze pinned me in place, his eyes narrowing as he sized me up, so cold it felt like it could slice through me.

I bit down on my lip, refusing to answer.

Seeing my defiance, he pulled out a photograph and compared it to me with a sneer. “So it’s true. Makenna Dunn, still alive, just as expected.”

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