Lana's POV
I Stood up from the chair and quickly hurried to the room where ken is. The moment I opened it, I was greeted with a sight that made my stomach drop.
Inside the room stood two elderly people a man and a woman both with stern expressions. Beside them was a younger woman, her arms folded across her chest, her eyes blazing with fury. She was the one who had just screamed the word "bastard." Her voice still echoed in my ears.
"What did you do to him?" the younger woman demanded, her voice sharp and accusatory.
Startled, I took a step back. "I beg your pardon? Who are you, please?" I asked, trying to keep my voice calm even though confusion swirled inside me.
She rolled her eyes and let out a dramatic hiss. "I'm Luckyresia Ken's best friend," she said with a bitter edge to her words.
I couldn't help but scoff. Best friend? I had never heard Ken mention her before. Something about her energy felt off, hostile even.
Before I could respond, the elderly woman stepped forward. Her eyes locked onto mine with a piercing glare. "What did you do to my son?" she asked coldly.
That was when it hit me like a slap to the face, these weren't just random people barging into the room. They were Ken's parents. His mother and father.
My throat tightened. I forced myself to speak. "Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson."
But my polite greeting was met with silence. No nod. No smile. Just cold, hard stares and an overwhelming air of hostility.
"Quit the pretense," the older woman snapped suddenly. "You're evil! We know exactly what you did. You tried to kill Ken!"
My eyes widened in shock. "What? That's not true!"
She didn't give me a chance to explain. "And to make things worse, you had the audacity to sneak into his study—to steal! Who does that?"
The words struck me like a blow. I looked at all three of them, trying to understand how things had spiraled so far out of control. How could they believe such awful things about me?
I opened my mouth to defend myself, but the anger in the room was suffocating. There was no room for explanations—no one here was interested in the truth.
Not yet.
"Ken never allowed a woman to enter his study before, even me as a his childhood and best friend I have never had the chance to step my foot inside his room. You came to this pack with evil Intention to hurt ken and I won't allow that."
"Can you bring down your voice or better still, let's talk outside?" I said as calmly as I could, trying to maintain some sense of control. "You don't want to disrupt Ken's sleep, do you?"
She shot me a sharp glare, her eyes blazing with fury. "You don't get to tell me what to do," she snapped. "I'm not stepping out of this room!"
She turned dramatically, dismissing me with a wave of her hand, and focused her attention on Ken's mother. "Nora," she said with a firm nod, "I think this lady here must have manipulated Ken. The Ken we all know the Ken I grew up with hates rogues. He's always been clear about that. So how on earth did she manage to get close to him? Why would he allow her into this house, into his life, knowing what she is?"
I stood frozen, feeling a mixture of humiliation and fury burning in my chest. Each word she spoke felt like another knife being twisted into me.
Ken's mother Nora didn't hesitate. Her lips curled in disgust as she stepped forward. "Young lady," she said to me, her voice full of icy disdain, "you don't belong here. Whatever spell you've cast on my son, it won't work on me."
She turned to her husband, seeking his support, and he didn't disappoint. Ken's father, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke up with a grim finality in his voice.
"The last thing I will ever accept," he said, his tone heavy with disapproval, "is my son being involved with a rogue. Over my dead body will I allow that to happen."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence. I clenched my fists by my sides, forcing myself not to react, even as my heart ached and my pride burned.
These people didn't know me but they had already judged me. And the worst part? Ken wasn't even awake to speak for me.
"You don't even know me," I said, my voice trembling slightly not from fear, but from holding back everything I wanted to scream. "Yet you judge me as if you've seen my whole life. I wasn't born a rogue I was reborn as one. I didn't choose this life, but I'm living it with as much dignity as I can. And I'm not like the others. I don't bring harm, I don't bring chaos I just want a chance. A chance to prove who I really am."
There was a tense silence, thick with disbelief and hostility. Then Luckyresia let out a laugh a cold, mocking sound that sliced through the air.
"How dare you talk back to them like that?" she snapped, eyes wide with fury. "Do you even know who you're standing in front of? You're digging your own grave, Lana! Talking back to Ken's parents? You've got some nerve."
I stayed quiet, refusing to let her provoke me further. But then she turned to Nora and Henry, her tone shifting into something darker more serious.
"Nora, Henry… do you both remember the prophecy?" she said, her voice low and ominous. "The one the Seer told you both? I was just a child when you spoke of it but I remember everything. He said that if Ken ever formed a bond with a rogue, it would bring danger into his life… that he would be short-lived."
She let the words hang in the air like a curse, her eyes flickering toward me with something between fear and triumph.
I swallowed hard. So that's what this was all about. A prophecy. An old, vague prediction shaping the lives of everyone in this room. And I was the one they had chosen to blame for it.