Ryanna had just stepped into the backyard when the door burst open. Katelyn took a quick look inside the room, then turned back to Vincent. Vincent gave Katelyn a subtle nod. He kept the King engaged in conversation, skillfully diverting the King’s attention.
Seizing the chaos, Katelyn turned and slipped away in another direction.
Gasps filled the room as everyone stood frozen at the sight of Annie.
Annie straddled a man, her body bare and trembling, every desperate groan and arch of her hips screaming passion. She didn’t pause, didn’t falter—her world narrowed.
To the heat, the friction, the need. Women turned away, cheeks flaming—some in shame, others biting back forbidden curiosity they’d never admit to.
It was too raw. Too shameless.
The men jostled closer, eyes glued to the spectacle. This was the kind of dirt they’d gossip about for years. No one dared blink.
Annie’s sharp tongue and steel poise crumbled. Her movements were frantic, breaths shallow, driven by a need she couldn’t name. The crowd gaped, whispers rippling through the air.
The men were thrilled at her fall from grace; this was a show they hadn’t paid for.
Even though Ryanna had braced herself, seeing the scene unfold still filled her with anger.
Ryanna’s voice cracked like a whip. “Annie, what the hell are you doing?”
Ryanna’s spine stiffened. Annie wasn’t a pawn anymore—she was a liability. One wrong move, and her former ally would burn her ambitions to ash.
At the sound of Ryanna’s voice, Annie regained her senses. She looked at Ryanna and froze—her legs trembled, fear written all over her face.
Annie’s voice pierced the air as she shrieked. “No!” She scrambled for the clothes scattered on the floor, her hands trembling as she clutched them to her chest. “Don’t come in!” she yelled, her face flushed with panic. “Get out—all of you! Get out!!”
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After her earlier indulgence, the drug coursing through her body had faded, leaving her feeling lighter and more in control. The fog in her mind began to lift, sharpening her thoughts and bringing the world back into focus.
Ryanna’s first instinct was to minimize the damage. She crossed her arms, her tone firm but calm. “Put your clothes on first,” she said, gesturing toward the door. “Everyone, out—now.”
Even if Annie was no longer useful, she was still family. Letting Annie be humiliated like this would stain the royal family’s dignity.
But Lois, who had orchestrated the entire scheme, wasn’t about to let Ryanna fix things so easily. Lois snatched a piece of clothing from the floor and hurriedly draped it over Annie, her face etched with worry. “Countess Annie,” she said, her voice trembling, “please put on your clothes. This isn’t just about you—it’s about the royal family’s reputation…”
Lois’s voice faded, but her words lingered, shifting the room’s attention squarely onto Ryanna.
At the mention of the royal family’s reputation, Ryanna’s expression hardened, her eyes narrowing like storm clouds gathering.
The crowd erupted into hushed murmurs. “She’s right,” one voice hissed. “What Countess Annie did is a direct insult to the royal family’s honor. It’s unforgivable.”
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