Chapter 164:
Makenna’s POV:
“What game are you playing now, Kristina?”
I demanded, my patience wearing thin. I had no time for her petty antics, so I tried to push past her.
“Where are you rushing off to?” Kristina blocked my path, her smirk growing wider.
“Take a look at this,” she said with a smug grin, holding up a delicate necklace that dangled from her fingers. She raised an eyebrow, taunting me. “Isn’t it just perfect for me?”
The moment I recognized the necklace, my blood ran cold.
It was my mother’s necklace—how in the world had it ended up in Kristina’s hands?
I lunged forward, desperate to snatch it back, but she swiftly sidestepped, keeping it just out of reach.
“Such poor manners for someone of your humble background,” she sneered, swinging the necklace tauntingly. “You really shouldn’t grab things that don’t belong to you.”
My chest heaved with fury as I struggled to keep my emotions in check. My eyes burned with anger as I demanded, “Where did you get that necklace?”
This necklace, my mother’s most treasured possession, had always been carefully hidden in my room. When I was forced to leave for the palace, I hadn’t had a chance to take it with me. After Jessica and Frank’s wedding, I had planned to retrieve it, but with everything that happened, I hadn’t been able to. Now, it had somehow fallen into Kristina’s hands!
How could she have possibly gotten hold of it? I clenched my fists, shaking with rage, while Kristina seemed to revel in her victory.
She dangled the necklace in front of me, her tone dripping with mock concern. “Such a lovely piece, wouldn’t it be tragic if something were to happen to it?”
Her veiled threat sent a pulse of anger through me, my temples throbbing as I ground my teeth. “What do you want?”
𝓐𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝗀ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗲𝗅𝗌﹒𝗰𝗼𝗺
Kristina’s laughter rang out, a twisted delight in my torment. “Makenna, I always knew the day would come when you’d have to beg me.”
Finally, her laughter subsided, and she tossed her hair back with an air of superiority. “I don’t want much from you. Do you remember Flynn from that wedding? He died because of you. Don’t you think you owe something in return?”
A bitter laugh escaped me, my anger boiling over. “He died because he deserved it! That had nothing to do with—”
Ignoring my fury, Kristina continued, her tone leisurely as if discussing the weather. “He had a younger brother, you know. Not quite right in the head, poor thing. Never managed to find a mate. So sad… Since you caused his brother’s death, why not make up for it by marrying the younger one?”
I stared at her, stunned by her sheer malice.
She actually wanted me to marry an imbecile? My whole body trembled with rage. I couldn’t believe Kristina’s audacity.
Even though I was of low status, I was still the princes’ sex slave. How could she think she had the power to dictate my marriage? And did she honestly believe the king or the princes would agree to such a thing?
Forcing myself to stay calm, I let out a cold, bitter laugh. “I’m a woman of the palace. If you think you can decide my marriage, you’ll need to get the king’s approval first.”
Kristina scoffed, utterly unconcerned. “You’re just a sex slave. Do you really think you’re that important? The palace is full of sex slaves. Do you really think anyone would notice if one disappeared?”
Her words sent a chill straight to my heart.
I bit my lip, glaring at her, knowing full well that with the Harrison family’s influence, if she petitioned the king, he might actually grant her request.
Seeing the fear in my eyes, Kristina’s smile only grew more sinister. She leaned in close, her voice low and venomous. “This necklace clearly means a lot to you. Just be a good girl, and you won’t have to worry about a thing. I’ll take care of everything.”
Fury blazed through me as I stared at her smug face, wanting nothing more than to rip her apart.
Kristina laughed one last time, tucking the necklace back into her pocket before turning on her heel and walking away with Molly by her side.
