Queenie's POV: Only Aunt Eleanor and I lingered in the sterile hallway, the soft hum of the hospital's fluorescent lights filling the silence. "That damn Omega," Aunt Eleanor snarled, her words sharp and venomous. "Rosaline—she just can't stop causing trouble, can she? Even taken away, she poisons everything. She's ruined my relationship with my son. And now she's in prison? I swear, she'll regret it. I'll make sure of it." Her face, meticulously maintained with years of care, contorted into a grimace of pure rage. Her fingers clutched her phone like a weapon, poised to make some call to the werewolf police, to ensure Rosaline's time behind bars would be as miserable as possible. "Aunt Eleanor." I stepped forward, placing my hand gently over hers. "This isn't the time. We can't focus on that right now. We've got bigger problems." I glanced around quickly, checking the hallway. Empty. I leaned in closer, lowering my voice to a whisper. "You've got to stop pushing Caden about Grandpa's body. He's too sharp, you know? He'll pick up on it." Aunt Eleanor's eyes widened in shock. "You think he'll notice?" "Of course he will! Caden's known us for years. He's not stupid. If he starts asking questions about the poison, and it leads back to us ... " I shuddered. "We're finished." I squeezed her arm tightly, my heart pounding. The sins we'd already committed played out in my mind like a gruesome parade. If Caden ever figured it out ... No matter that she was his mother, he wouldn't hesitate to lock her away. As for me? I was nothing more than a nameless cousin in his eyes. I'd be lucky if I escaped alive. "What are we going to do?" Aunt Eleanor's voice trembled, her panic unmistakable as she stared at me. I inhaled sharply, forcing my mind to calm. It raced, searching for a solution—something dark, but necessary. I met her gaze, my voice low but steady. "Tonight, Aunt Eleanor. We're going to steal a body from the morgue." "What?" She gasped, her eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you out of your mind?" Before she could make more noise, I slapped a hand over her mouth. "Shh, keep it down!" I dragged her toward an empty room nearby, my eyes darting around nervously.Once the door was closed, and I confirmed no one was near, I exhaled slowly, finally speaking again. "Aunt Eleanor, this is the only option we have. If Caden finds out about the poison, if he discovers Rosaline was right, it's game over for both of us. We need to destroy the body—erase every trace." Aunt Eleanor's breath caught, her body trembling as she furrowed her brow. "Does it have to be tonight?" "It does." I stared at her, my voice ice-cold. "Caden's too clever. He'll figure it out quickly. We have to move before he does. If he finds anything—" She cut me off, her voice steely. "Alright." She understood the gravity of the matter. She knew—better than anyone—that if Caden found out about the poisoning, there'd be no escape for either of us. Later that night, I slipped out of the hospital, my mind still racing. I met Donny at a quiet restaurant nearby. Inside, the staff, well-acquainted with me, led me to a private booth in the back, where I could collect my thoughts before whatever came next. Donny watched as I entered, his smile a mask of polished deceit. He poured me a cup of hot tea, each motion deliberate, as if savoring the moment. "I've heard," he said, his voice smooth, syrupy. "You handled it beautifully. No wonder I always stumbled before. Caden and Mr. Richard never saw it coming—someone so close to him turning against him like that." The mockery was thick in his words, hanging in the air like smoke. I gripped the teacup tighter, my voice cold and barely controlled. "Don't get too cocky. Before they hauled Rosaline away, she told Caden to perform an autopsy on Mr. Richard's body. If they find out he was poisoned, we're done for." I expected some sign of panic, some crack in his calm façade. Instead, Donny sipped his tea as if nothing had changed, his composure unshaken. "And? What's the big deal? You're the one who poisoned him, not me." My heart skipped. "You're throwing me to the wolves? Don't forget, you were the one who gave me the poison. If they come for me, I'll tell Caden everything." Donny's sneer was chilling. "Good luck with that. Do you have any proof that I gave it to you?" A cold rush flooded through me, panic edging my thoughts. I stared at him, at the calm malevolence in his eyes. I realized then: there were no cameras. Not a single one in the room.Every trace of our dealings had been wiped away, scrubbed clean. He'd set this trap long ago. He'd played me. Feigned partnership, guided me step by step toward this abyss—and now that he'd used me, he was discarding me. He rose slowly, his suit sharp enough to cut glass. Donny's cold smile never wavered. "I've erased every piece of evidence. Caden won't find a thing, no matter what you say. So, think carefully. How will you keep him from discovering the truth?" Without another word, Donny turned and walked out, leaving me alone in the dim, silent room. I stood frozen, my arms wrapped tightly around myself as the weight of his words settled in. A crushing wave of dread swept over me as if darkness were closing in, threatening to swallow me whole. My mind drifted back—back to Caden and Rosaline's engagement party, months ago. I had watched them, jealousy coiling tight in my chest. They were so happy, so in love. Caden was about to marry someone else. I couldn't let that happen. The jealousy gnawed at me, clouding my judgment. I had slipped a small amount of poison into Mr. Richard's tea, hoping it would knock him out, delay the wedding, give me time. But I hadn't foreseen Rosaline's move. Just before the poison could take effect, she ended the engagement. Mr. Richard, furious, had the poison hit him full force, the shock and anger triggering his heart to give out. He remained unconscious till the very end.