Chapter 670

Chapter 670:

My voice turned sharp, almost brittle.

“If nothing happened, Clayton, then why would the sex slaves dare to spread such lies?”

He flinched as if I had struck him. The silence stretched unbearably, his agony etched in every line of his face.

I let out a hollow, self-mocking laugh, the sound bitter even to my own ears.

“Your Highness, I have nothing left to give. I’m exhausted—mentally, physically, completely. All I ask is that you stop tormenting me. Let me live or die in this palace as fate decides, or better yet, expel me from it altogether.”

With that, I turned away, my eyelids fluttering shut as weariness claimed me. I couldn’t bear to look at him any longer.

“It’s not like that, Makenna!” Clayton’s voice cracked with desperation as he reached out, his fingers brushing against my sleeve.

I stepped away, putting deliberate distance between us.

“Enough! I don’t want any part of this.”

He pleaded his case again, trying to convince me that it was all a misunderstanding, but whether it was or not, I no longer cared. I was truly tired.

Martin, who had been silently watching from the sidelines, stepped forward and placed his tall frame between us.

“Your Highness, please don’t force her anymore.”

Makenna’s POV:

Clayton’s face darkened in anger. His usual gentle demeanor hardened, and he exuded a dangerous aura that could cow everyone around him into submission. He glared intently at Martin for a while before finally turning to me and asking coldly, “Did you break into the prison last night because of this man?”

I was already seething with rage, but his words pushed me over the edge, and I coldly retorted, “That’s none of your business!”

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A pained expression crossed Clayton’s face at my reply. He said nothing for a while before finally managing to stutter, “Have you… have you fallen for another man?”

At that point, the rage inside me erupted. I smacked Clayton hard across the face with all my strength.

The slap left my palm tingling from its impact with his skin. “Do you think I’m the same as you all? Are relationships all about romance to you?” I screamed.

Clayton stood frozen in shock at what had just happened. Fighting to keep the tears in my eyes from spilling over, I pointed at the door and yelled, “Get out! I never want to see you again!”

I rushed forward and began shoving him toward the door.

“No, Makenna! Listen to me!” Clayton tried to explain.

But I was beyond reason and refused to hear another word. I shoved him out and slammed the door shut with a bang. Leaning against it, I slid down, finally letting the tears spill freely. Covering my face, I wept in despair.

On the other side of the door, Clayton’s voice came muffled but earnest. “I’m so sorry I upset you. I’ll be back in a few days to see you. I won’t take back this token. I’ll leave it at the door.”

He lingered there briefly before I heard his footsteps retreating. They grew fainter until they disappeared completely.

My mind, however, remained in turmoil from everything that had just happened.

Martin and Evie approached me, their faces filled with worry, wanting to know if I was alright.

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