?Chapter 240:


    “What? Makenna! How could it be her?”


    The name hit me like a bolt of lightning.


    What kind of power did she suddenly possess to pull something like this off?


    Fury burned in my chest as I gnashed my teeth, spitting out orders. “I don’t care how she did it. Find her, and make sure she doesn’t live to see another day—”


    Before I could finish, a mor erupted downstairs, footsteps pounding up the stairs with increasing urgency. Who dared?


    My rage boiled over, ready to unleash itself on whoever was foolish enough to disturb me now.


    The door flew open with a crash, and soldiers flooded into my study.


    Panic twisted in my gut. “What is the meaning of this?” The soldiers formed a tight circle around me, and the one leading them thrust an arrest warrant in my face. “Miss Kristina Harrison, you’re under arrest.”


    “Arrest me?” Shock and fury shed within me as Ished out. “Are you all mad? Do you know who I am? I’m Kristina, the eldest daughter of the Harrison family, the future Lycan queen! How dare you arrest me! Have you lost your minds?”


    The soldiers, who once trembled before me, now stood stone-faced, their voices devoid of emotion. “You’re suspected of grave crimes. The king himself has ordered your arrest, and you’ll be tried before a military court.”


    I stared at them, dumbfounded. “A military court?” This had to be a nightmare. Only those guilty of the most heinous crimes faced a military court. Leonardo adored me—how could he treat me like this? No, I refused to believe it! This couldn’t be real!


    “Yes, a military court.” The lead soldier’s voice was as cold as steel. With a wave of his hand, the others closed in on me.


    I fought back, thrashing wildly. “Let go of me! I demand to see the king! I’ll get to the bottom of this!”


    The lead soldier sneered at me, his tone dripping with disdain. “You’ve lost the right to see the king. The red-light district under your control is suspected of trafficking women and selling human organs. The evidence is overwhelming. Do you really think the king would spare a moment for someone like you?”


    My heart plummeted into an abyss. How could this have happened? How did they find evidence where there should have been none?


    Before I could piece together the puzzle, the head soldier signaled again, and I was dragged away, my world copsing around me.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Tonight’s weather was a reflection of my inner turmoil—an endless storm raged outside, and my heart mirrored the tempest, adrift and uncertain.


    With concrete evidence, even if Leonardo favored the Harrison family, Kristina’s chance of turning things around seemed slim.


    But the damage she had caused, the lives lost, was beyond redemption.


    I sighed deeply, lost in these grim thoughts, when sudden knocks at the door shattered my reverie. Before I could inquire about the visitor, the door swung open. Dominic walked in with a casual air, as if he owned the ce.


    “Why are you here?” I asked, my annoyance barely concealed.


    Dominic strolled in, making himself at home—settling into a chair, pouring himself a ss of water, and acting as if he owned the ce.


    I shot him a look, pointing out, “That’s my cup.” Dominic seemed oblivious to my irritation. He took a sip and then, without preamble, inquired, “You must be quite pleased today?”


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