Chapter 833

Chapter 833:

Then came the sound that changed everything—a thunderous crash as we struck an outcropping. The car spun wildly, parts scattering like fallen stars as we hurtled toward the cliff’s edge.

I could only watch in horror as the sky wheeled above us, before the dark waters rushed up to swallow us whole.

The sea crashed in, bitter cold shocking my system. Something struck my head with brutal force, and consciousness slipped away like smoke on the wind.

Bryan’s POV:

Blood trailing in my wake, I staggered into the palace’s grand hall, Dominic and Clayton limping beside me, their wounds matching my own.

Despite being the clan’s finest warriors, our father’s army had overwhelmed us with sheer numbers. Now, battered and exhausted from ruthless battle, we stood as prisoners in our own home, surrounded by guards.

Antoni, that conniving bastard, was a mess of his own making. Blood poured from the gaping wound in his hand, his face contorted in a mask of pain and bitter hatred.

I released a contemptuous snort, my gaze sliding to the semi-conscious woman held captive behind us. If my instincts were right, she was Makenna’s accomplice in this elaborate escape.

The grand hall crackled with tension, thick enough to choke on.

Father, perched on his throne like a storm cloud ready to burst, surveyed us with eyes that burned with royal fury.

Antoni, ever the opportunist, broke the suffocating silence first. Clutching his wound, venom dripping from every word, he spat, “Your Majesty, your sons have committed high treason! They orchestrated Makenna’s escape!”

A cold laugh escaped my throat as I fixed Antoni with an arctic stare. “Rich words coming from you, Antoni. Weren’t you supposed to be confined to your home? Or did you simply disregard my father’s orders?”

𝙈𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩: ⲅ𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆

Father’s expression darkened to thunderous proportions, his voice cracking like lightning through the hall. “Antoni, explain yourself!”

Antoni collapsed to his knees with theatrical grace, his voice dripping with false sincerity. “Your Majesty, news of the palace crisis drove me to action. I sought only to ease your burden by capturing Makenna myself, but the princes thwarted my efforts! I beg you to investigate this treachery!”

Dominic’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he regarded Antoni with unveiled contempt. “My, my, Antoni. Your network of spies serves you well. Not a whisper escapes your notice. Perhaps you should be the owner of the palace—your talents for espionage are clearly unmatched.”

Antoni’s complexion drained to ash as he prostrated himself before my father, desperation cracking his voice. “Your Majesty, my loyalty runs as deep as ancient roots!”

“I sought only to apprehend Makenna—it was the princes who orchestrated her escape. I swear on my life, I’m innocent!”

His trembling finger accused us, malice glinting in his eyes like poisoned daggers.

A contemptuous laugh escaped my lips. Antoni resembled nothing more than a rabid wolf in a trap, thrashing and snarling, desperate to paint us as the villains of his tale.

“You three!” Father’s voice thundered through the hall, each word dripping with barely contained fury. “I ordered you confined, commanded you to stand down. Yet you dare defy me and aid in Makenna’s escape?”

Before I could defend our actions, Clayton stepped forward, his voice ringing with conviction. “Father, Makenna is innocent!”

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