The Alpha's Unwanted Bride novel Chapter 511

Chapter 511: THE GENIUS PLAN

Cherry’s lips curled into a sly smile, the kind that always made Coral both uneasy and oddly fascinated.

"I’m a genius?" Coral asked confused at her Aunt outburst.

The older woman leaned back into her velvet chair, fingertips drumming lightly on the armrest as though she were savoring the weight of Coral’s words.

"A very special genius my niece" Cherry’s voice purred, almost mocking.

She rose gracefully, skirts whispering against the floor, and moved toward the heavy oak doors.

Her hand lingered on the iron lock. With a deliberate click, she slid it into place.

Coral frowned. "Aunt, why are you locking the doors?"

Cherry turned, her eyes glittering with a conspirator’s fire. "Because, my dear, some secrets are too precious for wandering ears. Not even the walls should hear what I am about to say."

When Cherry seemed certain that there were no openings, she turned to face Coral.

"Why don’t we get Jasmine on our side?" Cherry asked deviously.

Coral straightened, curious but wary. She knew her aunt well enough to sense when a storm of schemes was brewing. "What do you mean by having Jasmine on our side. That’s never going to happen. You and I both know she is impossible. That girl is unpredictable. She would never agree to work with us. In fact she is going to go right up to mum and tell her what were up to."

Cherry chuckled, low and sharp, as if Coral had walked straight into the heart of her trap. "Of course not. Jasmine is wild. Reckless. Ungovernable. Our main enemy. But who said anything about needing that Jasmine?"

Coral’s brows drew together. "What do you mean?"

Cherry stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her tone soft and serpentine. "What if... we make our own Jasmine?"

Coral blinked. The silence stretched between them until finally, her mouth parted in confusion. "Our own....? I don’t understand."

"Then allow me to enlighten you," Cherry whispered, her eyes narrowing with delicious malice.

She swept across the room and stood before the fire, her silhouette sharp against the flames. "Think about it, Coral. Rose is searching desperately for her granddaughter, yes? That wretched girl has wormed her way close already. She has Rose’s attention, her affection, and worst of all, her sympathy. And we both know, if Rose ever confirms it, if she ever learns the truth, then Jasmine will have everything."

Coral shuddered.

The thought of her mother’s power falling into Jasmine’s hands was unbearable.

Cherry spread her hands, her smile widening. "But what if we gave Rose exactly what she craves? Not the real girl, of course, but an imposter. A granddaughter of our choosing. Someone we can mold. Someone we can trust. Someone entirely ours."

The realization dawned on Coral and she gasped. "An imposter..." She covered her mouth, half in shock, half in awe. "You mean, we put another girl in Jasmine’s place? Have her play the role of mum’s lost granddaughter?"

"Precisely," Cherry purred.

The thought both thrilled and unsettled her. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Finally, Coral’s voice broke through the quiet. "But Aunt... how do we find her? Where do we get someone who could pass as Jasmine? It cannot be just any girl."

Cherry’s smile sharpened. She turned back toward the locked doors, as though already seeing beyond them. "Ah, now you ask the right question." Her voice was smooth as silk, yet it carried the promise of danger. "Do not trouble yourself, my dear. I think I know a way."

Coral stepped forward. "What do you mean? Who?"

Cherry only looked back at her with a knowing gleam in her eyes, lips curling into that same unnerving smile.

She did not answer. She did not need to. The suspense was almost sweeter than the scheme itself.

Coral’s heart thudded in her chest. Whatever her aunt had in mind, it would be bold. Dangerous. Wicked. And she would be part of it.

The fire crackled once more, shadows leaping across the walls, and the room seemed to grow darker, heavier, as if the weight of their plot had already begun to shape their fates.

Cherry finally turned away, her skirts whispering like secrets as she moved back toward her chair.

She sat, folding her hands neatly in her lap, her smile lingering. "Patience, Coral. You will see soon enough."