The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 1318

Aloys stared straight into Allanson’s cold, menacing eyes and let out a smug laugh. “Don’t worry. The Hawk family will thrive with me in charge. I won’t let you down.”

He turned to face Charlotte, Anthony, and Nora. There was a chilling glint in his eyes as he spoke with ice in his voice. “Keep Charlotte alive. Take care of the rest.”

Without leaders, the three major factions would fall into chaos. Even if they wanted revenge, with the Churchill family on his side, there was nothing to fear.

“Go ahead.” Aloys closed his eyes for a second, took a steady breath, and gave the order, his voice sharp and cold.

The room was packed with men from both the Churchill family and Aloys’s own crew. If a fight broke out now, Charlotte and the others might not even get a chance to react. The whole place would be drenched in blood.

“Do it!” Newell’s shout cut through the tension, and suddenly the hall exploded into chaos. Gunshots echoed everywhere as people started dropping to the floor.

But the bodies falling weren’t Charlotte and her group. It was Aloys’s men and the rebellious factions from the borders who were being taken down.

What was going on?

Newell was supposed to attack Charlotte, wasn’t he? Why was he turning on his own side?

Marcia froze, her breath stuck in her chest as she watched the scene unravel. Her mind went blank. Before she could even make sense of it, a bullet whizzed past her ear. She crashed to the ground, and before she could get up, the cold barrel of a gun pressed hard against her temple.

She stared at Newell in shock, trying to understand. Then she spotted him standing next to Charlotte, watching it all unfold, completely unmoved.

It hit her in an instant. Newell had switched sides. Or maybe, he was never working for them at all. Was he always with Charlotte?

“Nora!” At the last second, Franco shoved Nora aside, jumped onto a table, and kicked away the man aiming at her. He pulled Nora into his arms and held her close, refusing to let her go.

“Anthony, left side.” Charlotte stood where she was, her hands protectively covering her stomach. Her eyes flicked from her parents to Anthony. Way too many guns were pointed at him.

Charlotte pressed her lips together, her face pale. She glanced down at her belly and whispered, her voice rough, “Don’t blame Mommy.”

She shoved Hans aside, grabbed his gun, and ran straight into the chaos.

“Charlotte!” Hans’s face went white. She was pregnant.