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Lila VossTwo weeks later after the mourning of Madam Lavinge. It was already few hours to dawn. That morning, Blackwood became so quiet, and it felt unnatural to me.For years, the estate had breathed like a living creature around us. The walls groaned at midnight. The corridors whispered. Doors opened on their own. Shadows lingered too long in corners. Even silence inside Blackwood had always felt haunted and everyone went about their personal lives once the sun began rising.But after Madam Lavinge sacrificed herself…everything stopped.No whispers. No shifting hallways. No cold breathing behind locked doors.The curse was gone. I stood by the balcony of my chambers watching dawn pour slowly over Blackwood’s cliffs. The skies looked clearer than I had ever seen them before. Even the mist that usually wrapped around the mountains had faded into something softer. The estate no longer felt hungry. It finally felt dead or maybe free. The wind brushed gently against my face as I stared a
Lila's P.O.VThe room shook so violently that I could barely stand.Silver light swallowed the binding circle whole, pouring upward like fire released from the earth itself. The walls of Blackwood groaned around us while thunder cracked through the sky beyond the shattered windows.And Madam Lavinge stood at the center of it all.Calm.Still.Certain.“No!” I screamed, rushing toward her.The curse struck instantly.Pain ripped through my chest so sharply that I collapsed to my knees before reaching her. The glowing marks beneath the floor tightened around me like chains.Madam Lavinge turned toward me slowly.There was sadness in her eyes.But peace too.A terrible peace.‘‘You will not be their sacrifice, I‘ll stand in for you,” she said coldly.Ma Felicia’s face changed instantly.For the first time since this nightmare began, fear touched her expression.“You foolish woman,” she hissed. “Move away from that circle.”Madam Lavinge ignored her completely.She only looked at me.“My
Lila’s P.O.VEveryone looked at me, my voice shook.“I can end all of this myself.”Serena smirked. “Can you?”I ignored her.My thoughts spiraled violently now.Kill them.Kill the lovers.Kill the betrayal.Kill the curse.Would it finally bring peace?Or would it only leave me emptier than before?Then another thought came.Trust one last time.Julian.The name still lived quietly somewhere inside me despite everything. The only one who truly resisted the curse.The only one Ethan admitted never wanted to use me.But he was gone.Gone when everything collapsed.Gone when I buried my children.Gone when I needed someone beside me.Was I unser a spell, I cannot be rethinking this. “Hell no!” Love no longer felt safe enough to choose.That left the final option.Me.Die willingly.End Blackwood forever from her curse which no one was aware of. My chest tightened painfully at the thought.Would my mother approve?Would my children wait for me somewhere beyond all this suffering?Would
Lila‘s P.O.VThe silver circle beneath Blackwood burned brighter with every passing second. The underground void which all stood was one forgotten ground that led to the rocks, mountains and waterfalls. It just hadn’t been visited in years. But, to my surprise. It was only by this ritual that I realized that Serena and Ma Felicia had been visiting this place constantly without my knowledge. Many things ran through my mind, I could feel it feeding. Not on blood. Not on magic.On me.The symbols beneath my feet glowed so fiercely now that the stone floor no longer looked real. The entire estate trembled around us while the storm outside roared harder against the ancient walls.The curse had finally opened its mouth.And it wanted me.I stood in the center of the binding circle breathing unevenly while everyone watched.Lucian.Damien.JulianEthan.Kai.Serena.Ma Felicia.All the people who had ruined my life stood beneath the same cursed roof waiting for my decision like vultures arou
Lila VossThat night, the ritual began, Blackwood stopped feeling like a home.It breathed differently.The walls groaned with strange sounds deep within them, like something trapped beneath the estate was waking slowly after years of silence. Chandeliers trembled without wind. Portraits tilted on their own. Doors opened and shut somewhere far down the corridors though no servants walked them.The mansion was alive again.And this time, it was angry.Rain battered the windows violently while thunder rolled across the skies above Blackwood. I stood at the center of my chambers staring at the storm beyond the glass, my reflection pale against the darkness outside.My chest felt tight.Not from fear alone.From knowing.Something had finally started.A knock came at my doors.Before I could answer, Madam Lavinge entered quickly.Her face alone told me enough.“It has begun,” she whispered.The words settled into my bones like cold iron.I turned fully toward her. “How?”“The binding circ
Lila VossThe news reached Blackwood before sunrise.Silas Graves was dead.I heard it from the frantic footsteps racing through the palace corridors before the guards even reached my chambers. The sound alone woke me from sleep. Heavy boots. Loud voices. Panic moving through stone walls.For one strange second, I thought something had happened to the estate again.Or Lucian.Or worse.I sat upright immediately as my chamber doors burst open and one of the royal guards stepped inside, breathless.“My queen…”His voice shook.I stared at him through the dim morning light. “What happened?”He swallowed hard.“Silas Graves was murdered in prison last night.”Silence swallowed the room whole.Then slowly, very slowly, I pushed the sheets off my body and stood from the bed.“What?”The guard lowered his gaze.“The prison wardens found him dead before dawn.”A strange feeling moved through me then. Not shock or grief but a strong sense of relief.Cold and ugly relief.I walked toward the wi







