Chapter 125:
Makenna’s POV:
After draining the glass of wine, I sank back into my chair, feeling an overwhelming wave of despair engulf me.
Watching Frank and Jessica glide from guest to guest, their glasses raised in endless toasts, laughing and chatting as if the weight of the world was nothing but a feather, made my chest tighten with frustration and fury.
Why was I so weak? How had I ended up like this—betrayed by them yet still shackled to their control?
I clenched my fists, a vow forming in my mind—I would grow stronger, and I would make sure every one of these people paid for what they had done to me.
As I spiraled deeper into my thoughts, a sudden dizziness overtook me. A strange heat surged through my body, like a fire igniting from within.
What was happening? I had only had one glass of wine. Was I already drunk?
That couldn’t be right. I could usually hold my liquor without any trouble, and one glass shouldn’t have hit me like this.
A growing unease curled in my stomach. I pushed myself up from the table, ignoring the fact that the banquet was still in full swing. I had to get out of here.
But the moment I stood, my body betrayed me. My legs wobbled, and the room around me warped and spun as if I were trapped in a kaleidoscope. My knees buckled, and I nearly crumpled to the floor.
A waiter caught me just in time, his hands firm on my arms. Concern laced his voice as he asked, “Miss, are you alright?”
I gripped his arm, trying to steady myself, my voice barely above a whisper. “I feel dizzy. I need to leave.”
But the waiter’s grip only tightened, refusing to let go.
“Miss, you’ve had too much to drink. It’s not safe for you to leave alone. Let me help you to a room where you can rest.”
Panic spiked through me, sharp and sudden. I frowned, my voice growing firmer. “No! I don’t want to rest! I need to go home! Now!”
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But it was as if my words fell on deaf ears. Ignoring my protests, he dragged me away from the banquet hall.
That was when it hit me—something was seriously wrong.
Fear clawed at my insides as I tried to push him away, but my arms felt like jelly, too feeble to resist.
He kept murmuring, “It’s alright, miss. I’m just taking you to the lounge on the second floor to rest.”
I didn’t believe him for a second, but I was too weak to fight back. Helpless, I let him guide me up the stairs.
Desperate, I grasped at the only weapon I had left—my status. “Do you have any idea who I am? I’m connected to the princes. If anything happens to me, you’ll be held accountable!”
It was a flimsy defense, but it was all I had.
Yet, deep down, I knew that if someone truly wanted to harm me, they wouldn’t care about my ties to the princes.
Sure enough, the waiter smiled, a picture of innocence. “Miss, I’m only trying to help you rest. You’re worrying too much.”
And with that, he led me toward the far end of the hallway on the second floor. I struggled on, but it was in vain. He opened a door and shoved me inside.
Before leaving, he had the audacity to give me a polite smile. “Rest well, miss.”
Then he stepped out, and the door closed with a soft click. I heard the distinct sound of the lock turning.
The noise sent a shock of terror through me. For a brief moment, my mind cleared, and I rushed to the door, pressing down on the handle, trying to force it open.
But the door wouldn’t budge—it was locked tight.
I couldn’t stay here!
I pounded on the door, my voice breaking with desperation as I cried out, “Is anyone there? Let me out! Please, someone!”
I yelled until my throat was raw, but there was nothing but silence on the other side of the door. The emptiness pressed down on me, making my heart sink like a stone.
What were they planning to do to me?
Just as despair started to take hold, I heard the sound of heavy footsteps approaching from outside the door.
