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    That day, by pure chance, I stumbled upon Martin slipping into Grandma’s room, his movements stealthy enough to raise suspicion. My curiosity sparked, and as if pulled by an invisible thread, I pressed my ear against the door, eavesdropping on their conversation.


    “Mr. Jett Armstrong,” Grandma greeted, her voice carrying an uncharacteristic reverence that sent a shiver down my spine. My eyes widened in shock, and my thoughts spiraled into a whirlwind of chaos.


    Why was my grandmother treating Martin, whose real name was Jett, with such reverence? Who was Jett, truly? What was his real story?


    Holding my breath, I leaned in closer, straining to catch every word as the voices continued inside.


    Then Jett’s voice, as frigid as a winter wind, sliced through the silence. “Why has Makennae to see you all of a sudden?” Grandma, ever respectful, recounted Makenna’s visit in meticulous detail.


    When she finished, her tone shifted, tinged with excitement as she pressed. “Is Makenna truly the daughter of the Saint, Josie?” The revtion hit me like a thunderp.


    Makenna? The daughter of the Saint, Josie? Impossible! My memories screamed otherwise—her mother’s name was Mnie. Yet, disbelief warred with the truth unfolding before me.


    “Yes,” Jett confirmed, his voice as cold and unyielding as iron.


    Grandma’s emotions erupted from within. Her voice quivered with both sorrow and fury. “That damned Lycan royal family!” she spat. “First, they take the Saint’s life, and…”


    Now they’ve reduced Makenna, the noble daughter of the Saint, to nothing more than their sex ve. It’s despicable—absolutely unforgivable!”


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    I froze, not daring to move a muscle, the tension in my body coiling tighter than a spring.


    Grandma’s righteous anger red again. “Makenna deserves the truth! She has every right to know where shees from—her origins shouldn’t remain buried!”


    “No!” Jett’s icy tone shot back without a moment’s hesitation. “We can’t let her know now.”


    Grandma’s confusion was palpable. “Why not?” she demanded, her voice thick with bewilderment.


    Jett, however, remained unruffled, his voice smooth and deliberate as it floated from within the room. “Makenna has already fallen for those three Lycan princes. If we reveal the truth to her now, it will only muddy her feelings and cloud her judgment. She won’t be able to hate the Lycan royal family as she should. And without that hatred, how can we ever expect her to take back the throne that’s rightfully hers?”


    I was left utterly speechless. Her throne? What throne? What could Makenna’s true identity possibly be?


    After a long pause, my grandmother’s voice broke the silence, her tone hesitant. “So… what should we do? We can’t keep this from her forever.”


    Jett replied, “We need topletely crush Makenna’s faith in the Lycan royal family. Only then will the time be right for us to strike back! And I already have a n in ce.”


    Jett’s words carried a menacing edge now, dripping with malice. “Antoni is about to make a move against me.”


    “The young heir of the Harrison family?” My grandmother seemed taken aback. “What are you nning?”


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