Anna shut the door of her bedroom with a soft click, her face flushed with excitement and the thrill of control.
Lily followed her in, looking dazed and winded after the long climb from Jasmine’s room.
The page of Jasmine’s handwriting was now tucked safely into Anna’s vanity drawer, alongside the torn-out letters from Hunter.
Anna walked straight to her desk and pulled out the materials she’d prepared earlier—ink, parchment, two fountain pens, and Hunter’s personal letters.
She placed them on the table like weapons, each one a key to Jasmine’s downfall.
"Well," she said, turning to Lily with a smirk, "I did most of the work already. Your turn."
Lily blinked. "My turn?"
Anna sat on her bed, crossed her legs, and waved a dismissive hand. "Yes, dear Lily. You’re the best at mimicking handwriting, remember? You used to forge your father’s signature to skip etiquette classes. Don’t act innocent now."
Lily hesitated, looking between the pen and the letters. "And you want me to write what, exactly?"
Anna tilted her head as though it should be obvious. "Love letters. A full-fledged affair. From Jasmine to Hunter, and back. Make them believable. Jasmine writing about how she wishes Xaden was gone. Hunter writing back, promising her a future together and talking about Crescent Pack like she belongs there."
Lily swallowed hard but sat down. "Fine. But I hope this doesn’t backfire on us."
Anna scoffed. "It won’t. Trust me. Everything is falling into place."
Lily uncapped the pen and began working, carefully mimicking Jasmine’s clumsy, inconsistent handwriting from the copied lesson page.
Anna watched her work, amused and strangely pleased by how natural Lily was at this.
"Make sure you mention the baby," Anna instructed. "Say something like, ’Our child deserves to be raised in a home where no one judges us.’ Something pathetic like that."
Lily scribbled the line, muttering it under her breath. "Our child deserves to be raised in a safe home..."
"And in Hunter’s letters, he should mention Xaden being a threat," Anna added. "That Jasmine asked him to take care of it."
Lily looked up. "You mean... make it sound like she told him to kill Xaden?"
Anna nodded, her eyes glinting. "Exactly."
They worked for nearly an hour.
Lily wrote six full pages—three from Jasmine, three from Hunter.
Each one designed to slowly, painfully shatter any trust Xaden still had for Jasmine.
Anna took the finished letters carefully, drying them by the fire and folding them with a silk ribbon.
"Thank you very much." Anna smiled wickedly.
It was one of the rarest times in her life she used that word thank you
Later that night, Anna dressed in soft, quiet clothes and wrapped a thin shawl around her head to obscure her features. She waited until the hallway was still—until even the guards outside were yawning—and then she slipped into Jasmine’s empty room.
The door creaked open.
She slid inside, glancing around quickly. Nanny Nia was nowhere to be seen. Good.
The room smelled faintly like jasmine flowers and warm candlewax.
Disgusting.
Anna moved to the wardrobe and began tucking the forged letters into the inner folds of Jasmine’s things—a pouch hidden under her travel cloak, the lining of her robe, even under her pillow.
Then she added a final touch—a letter "from Hunter," half-burned as though Jasmine had tried to destroy the evidence herself.
When she was done, she took a moment to look around.
Everything looked untouched.
Perfect.
Next, she crept down toward the family hall.
As she turned, she bumped into someone.
The person had been holding a candle so the wax burned her finger.
She yelped in pain.
"Bloody hell! Can’t you see where you are going?!" She screamed.
Before her was none other than Nanny Nia.
Anna remembered how she had seen her naked and became repulsed.
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