?Chapter 1153:


    Dominic gasped for breath, gripping my waist. His long fingers brushed my slender sides, pressing lightly into my soft skin. He seemed driven to pull me closer to him.


    “Mm…” yton’s penis in my mouth pressed deep, prompting a quiet moan to escape my lips. yton held my face, and our eyes locked for a brief moment.


    “Makenna, it feels so good…” His deep voice openly revealed how much he cared for me.


    “Makenna, your entrance takes it so deep,” Dominic’s voice came from behind, almost a whisper. His warm breath wrapped around my sensitive earlobe, making me shiver without meaning to.


    My tongue quivered, grazing against yton’s sensitive length while my entrance tightened around Dominic. In that instant, all three of us felt overwhelming pleasure. Dominic plunged wildly inside me, and the two brothers worked in perfect harmony, quickly establishing a shared rhythm.


    Trapped between them, my pleasure grew stronger. All logical thoughts vanished, reced by the raw bliss of physical desire.


    Makenna’s POV:


    Rosaline’s funeral took ce on a rainy morning.


    The sky was overcast, and the rain fell in delicate, fine drops. I stood next to Evie, watching her pale, expressionless face as sadness tugged at my heart.


    The pastor spoke in a soft, mournful tone as he delivered the eulogy, but Evie didn’t cry.


    She simply gazed at her grandmother’s grave, her eyes distant, letting the rain soak her hair and run down her cheeks.


    The rain mingled with what could have been tears.


    I softly grasped her hand, noticing the cold sensation flowing through it. “Evie, your grandmother… she would want you to be alright.”


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    Evie suddenly turned her head toward me, her eyes showing a mix of distraction and sorrow. Her lips trembled as she said, “My grandma… she loved me more than anyone. When I was sick as a child, she would sit by my bedside all night, soothing my back and telling me not to worry… She promised she would always be there until I grew up… Now, she’s gone… and I’m the one who caused it… She was my only family… What am I supposed to do now?”


    Her words came out broken and shaky.


    I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her body shudder slightly, as if she might fall apart at any moment.


    I fought to hold back my own tears as I tried to console her. “Evie, even though your grandma has passed, she will forever be in your heart. She loved you more than anything and would want you to be strong and make the most of your life. You still have me. We’re here for you, and you won’t face this alone.”


    Evie fell into my embrace, crying hard, as if I was her only anchor now. I, too, let my tears fall in silence, remembering the sweet and gentle Rosaline. She always greeted us with a warm smile. She had once helped me care for Winfred with such tenderness…


    But now, shey beneath that cold gravestone, gone from our lives forever.


    Just thinking about it only fueled my hatred toward Antoni.


    After the funeral, Evie’s mood never improved.


    She remained holed up in her room all day, the curtains drawn tight. The room was dark as she curled up in bed, turning away both food and water.


    I stood outside her door, holding some food in my hand, peering through the small opening to see her pale face and fragile form. A heavy sadness washed over me.


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