?Chapter 1127:


    Screams tore through the air—agonized, guttural cries that wed at my ears like the wails of tormented spirits.


    “Makenna, how do you like your gift?” Leonardo taunted, his voiceced with sadistic glee. “This isn’t just for you—it’s for your mother, too. I loathe you and your father, but anyone who dared harm Josie will never know peace.”


    The cruel execution unfolded before me, des carving through flesh with sickening precision. Blood sprayed in torrents, pooling into a ghastly crimson sea.


    My hand flew to my mouth as bile rose, my stomach roiling in protest. Unable to hold it back, I doubled over, retching violently.


    “Miss Dunn, we must go!” Amon’s strong hand steadied me, his grasp unyielding as he urged me forward, but my legs, weighed down like anchors, made each step a torturous struggle.


    As we descended the city wall, tortured cries pierced the air, relentless and haunting. My stomach churned, and I retched violently, the world tilting beneath me until only acrid bile remained.


    “Makenna, are you okay?” yton’s voice, soft andced with concern, broke through the haze.


    Lifting my gaze, I found the three princes encircling me, their faces etched with worry.


    “Amon, summon a doctor at once!” Bryanmanded, his tone sharp with urgency.


    Dominic extended a hand to steady me, but Leonardo’s venomous words surged in my memory. I recoiled from his touch, my heart pounding.


    “Keep your distance! Don’te near me!” I hissed, my eyes zing with raw anguish as I red at them.


    The princes stood rooted, struck silent by my outburst.


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    yton’s expression softened, his voice gentle. “Makenna, what is wrong? Please, confide in us…”


    I cut him off, my jaw clenched, words dripping with resolve. “I swear, Leonardo will answer for his crimes. His blood will be the price of his treachery!”


    With that, I turned on my heel, unable to bear the three princes’ gazes or the anguished wails that wed at my soul. My steps faltered, unsteady, as I staggered away, consumed by a tempest of fury and sorrow.


    Makenna’s POV:


    I stumbled into my room and curled up on the bed, my tears quietly drenching the pillow beneath me.


    Time passed by. The room was cloaked in shadows, save for a delicate ribbon of light that slipped through the window, painting the floor with its icy shimmer.


    Leonardo’s words echoed relentlessly in my mind, each one a dagger to my heart, stealing my breath. The pain was so raw, so consuming, that I could barely think.


    At some point, Jett and the three princes came by, their soft voices calling my name through the door. But I couldn’t face them. I craved solitude, longing to be left alone with my grief.


    From dawn to dusk, I remained frozen in that same curled-up position, unmoving, lost in my sorrow. Time seemed to blur into an endless haze.


    Then, a knock at the door broke the silence once more.


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