?Chapter 325:


    Jessica’s POV:


    I slipped into the garden under the soft glow of the moonlight. In the silvery light, the snake cage stood out like a warning beacon. Inside, tworge snakes coiled around each other, their forked tongues flicking out menacingly. Their grotesque, slithering forms sent a shiver through me.


    I knew exactly what kind of snakes these were. Their venom was lethal, no question. If Makenna were to be bitten by one of them…


    The thought brought a cold smile to my lips.


    “Makenna, your days are numbered!” I cursed.


    I carefully scanned my surroundings, ensuring no one was around, before inching toward the snake cage. Each step I took was measured, my palms growing damp with sweat. Holding my breath, I cautiously lifted the cage, trying not to make a sound.


    When I finally returned to my quarters, I shared my n with Frank. A flicker of doubt crossed his face, though.


    I let out a harshugh, goading him. “You’ve always said you wanted Makenna dead, didn’t you? Well, here’s your chance. Once those snakes bite her, she’s as good as gone.”


    Frank’s eyes glimmered under the faint light, wavering. But after a brief hesitation, he clenched his jaw and gave a firm nod. We went over every detail of the n, determined to make it work. Frank’s job was to distract the guards patrolling near Makenna’s quarters, so I could slip in unnoticed.


    With the path clear, I arrived at Makenna’s door, snake cage in hand. Slowly, I nudged one of the snakes through the crack beneath the door, guiding it into her room.


    The cold, scaly body of the snake brushing against my skin gave me goosebumps.


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    Just as I was about to send the second one in, I heard Makenna’s voice. She must have sensed someone lurking outside.


    Panic surged through me. Desperate, I flung the second snake at her door and bolted, heart pounding.


    End of shback


    Now, sitting in the cold, unforgiving chair of the interrogation room, my mind was a mess. Regret gnawed at me like a dog with a bone.


    I should have just killed her that night!


    A sudden bang on the table jolted me out of my thoughts. Amon, his eyes zing with anger, demanded, “Jessica, where did you get the snakes?”


    His sharp gaze cut through me, but I steadied myself. What was the point of lying now? I’d alreadye this far.


    “I took them from the snake cage in the garden of the manor,” I confessed, my voice steady. “Frank had nothing to do with it.” I wasn’t about to drag Frank into this.


    If we both got caught up in this mess, there would be no way out for either of us.


    Amon raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by my story. He leaned forward, frowning. “Are you sure Frank had nothing to do with it?”


    I pressed my lips together and repeated, “Yes, he didn’t know.”


    “From what I heard, both you and Frank were punished by Prince yton. So why do you alone hold such a grudge against Makenna? And if you snuck out that night, how could your husband know nothing?”


    His questions came at me like a machine gun.


    “Frank slept through the night and didn’t notice I left. As for the rest of your questions, I don’t know.” My voice was steady, my expression unwavering.


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