Chapter 732
Chapter 732:
I had only meant to save Martin, but everything spiraled into chaos the moment he morphed into another man right before my eyes. That man wasn’t just anyone either—he was the enigmatic stranger who had once saved my life.
And then there was Antoni. What game was he playing? What were his true intentions? Had he orchestrated today’s events, deliberately luring the three princes into that warehouse? The more I dwelled on it, the more tangled my thoughts became. Frustration clawed at me as I gripped my hair tightly, desperate for answers. Yet no matter how hard I tried to piece it all together, the truth remained maddeningly out of reach.
Suddenly, the sound of measured footsteps echoed down the corridor, breaking the oppressive silence.
Startled, I snapped my head up and squinted toward the cell door. There they were—the three princes, standing just outside my cell. Their faces were a mixture of anger, betrayal, and something else I couldn’t quite place.
They didn’t say a word at first, but their silence bore down on me like a weight, stifling and unrelenting.
I opened my mouth, intending to explain, to defend myself, but the memory of their accusatory glares in the warehouse silenced me. My courage faltered, and I dropped my gaze, staring at the cold stone floor instead.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Feeling guilty?”
Bryan’s sharp voice shattered the tension, his anger cutting through me like a blade. Each word was an accusation, a strike I couldn’t deflect.
He let out a bitter laugh, the sound laced with venom. “Sneaking out of the palace, only to cozy up to another man—how utterly laughable.”
Makenna’s POV:
Bryan’s words cut through me like a knife, sharp and unrelenting. I snapped my head up, my gaze frosty, laced with bitter irony. A wry smile tugged at my lips as I retorted, “If you’re so convinced I’ve betrayed you, then why bother showing up at all?”
𝓵𝖆𝖙𝖾𝓈𝖙 сɧ𝖺ρ𝗍𝖊𝗋𝓈 𝔾α𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝗌﹒ⅽ𝗈𝗺
My words seemed to fan the flames of Bryan’s anger. He surged forward, but before he could unleash his fury, Dominic and Clayton grabbed his arms, holding him back like anchors in a storm.
Dominic’s brow furrowed, his disappointment practically dripping from his gaze. His voice was low but edged with reproach as he asked, “Where is he? Where’s that man?”
“I don’t know,” I replied curtly, turning my head away as if the question itself was beneath me.
Bryan’s expression twisted, his laugh bitter and full of venom. “He’s your lover. You expect us to believe you don’t know where he is? Or are you just protecting him?”
“Enough!” Clayton barked, his tone firm as he grabbed Bryan’s arm and yanked him back. His eyes flashed with uncharacteristic anger as he scolded, “Stop this nonsense right now!”
Though Bryan simmered with resentment, he finally clamped his mouth shut.
Clayton’s gaze met mine, and his eyes held a mix of sorrow and disbelief that cut deeper than any words could. He pressed his lips into a tight line before speaking, his voice soft but laden with hurt. “Why, Makenna? Haven’t we always stood by you?” His question was like a dagger to the heart, twisting painfully. I had never thought Clayton—the steady, dependable one—would doubt me too.
At that moment, Martin’s parting words rang hauntingly in my mind, like a ghost whispering in the stillness. He had told me I would soon witness the true colors of the three princes.
A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it.
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