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    But I hadn’t gone far when Frank’s pitiful screams echoed behind me, mingling with Jessica’s and Irene’s terrified cries.


    Before long, Bryan caught up with me. His voice was gruff as he spoke. “Hey, I just taught them a lesson for you. Don’t you have anything to say?”


    I was so exhausted that all I could think about was getting a good night’s sleep. I gave Bryan a weary nce but continued walking without a word.


    “Makenna!” Bryan’s tone grew more impatient, and he grabbed my hand, forcing me to stop and face him.


    I stumbled slightly, caught off guard, and looked up at him. His expression was angry and unyielding, making my heart ache. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling down my cheeks before I could stop them.


    Why did everything always go wrong for me? Why was I so unlucky?


    Looking back at my past, I felt utterly drained, both physically and emotionally, to the point of despair. From birth, I had been motherless, and my family treated me poorly. My mate was stolen by my stepsister. Aftering to the pce, I became a target for Kristina, used by the three princes, ostracized by others, and forced to live on the edge of life and death every day.


    I never allowed myself to rx, always fighting to survive, to im the rights I deserved. But why was it so hard?


    All the pain and frustration I had been holding in burst forth in that moment, and I couldn’t hold back the flood of tears.


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    Bryan looked utterly baffled, as if he couldn’t quite grasp the torrent of emotions spilling out of me. “Why are you crying? I didn’t do anything!” he said, confusion painting his face.


    I shot back with a mix of bitterness and raw frustration, “Can’t I just cry? Ever since I crossed paths with you people, nothing good hase my way!”


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    Bryan’s irritation red at my response. “I might have done something to you, but I’ve also helped you. How can you not remember any of the good I’ve done?”


    His audacity enraged me further. If it weren’t for him, would I have faced such relentless bad luck? I turned away from him, my tears flowing unabated. The events of today had been a cascade of distress and sorrow. I needed to let it all out.


    Eventually, Bryan appeared at a loss as he watched me cry. Frustration edged his voice as he said, “What’s going on with you? Even when I treated you roughly in the past, you didn’t react like this.” He then demanded harshly, “Weren’t you with Dominic? Where is he?”


    Just hearing Dominic’s name made my anger re. If it weren’t for him, yton wouldn’t have misunderstood me. My sobs grew louder, as if each cry was a release for all the wrongs I had endured recently.


    Seeing my ceaseless tears, Bryan had no choice but to shove me into the car. “What are you doing?” I cried out, fighting to escape.


    Bryan’s voice cut through the chaos. “There are no cabs here at this hour. If you get out now, you’ll have to walk back to the pce. It’ll take you a full day and night. Think it over; can you handle that?”


    Without waiting for my reply, he signaled the driver to start the car.


    The vehicle sped toward the pce. I stared out the window nkly, my sobs fading into a deep, soul-sucking despair. yton’s misunderstanding and the ceaseless torment from my family had left me in utter turmoil. I had no energy left to n my next move. Simply surviving felt like a battle in itself.


    Noticing that my tears had stopped, Bryan, surprisingly, offered me a tissue. His tone softened just slightly. “What’s wrong?”


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