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Chapter 47 – The Remaining Contract

Author: Asmara_Nyx
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-06 22:13:29

Ethan's POV

My footsteps echoed down the silent hallway of the Blackwell family library. Dust swirled through beams of pale moonlight, slicing through the darkness from the tall, arched windows. It was past midnight. The house groaned under the weight of secrets long buried, and while Alika lay asleep upstairs—exhausted from the horrors of the day—I couldn't sleep. Not tonight.

Something was pulling me here.

I ran my hand along the old oak shelves, fingers grazing the spines of books that hadn't been touched in over a century. Legal records. Family histories. Witch-hunting journals. The grim legacy of the Blackwell name. But what I was looking for wasn’t knowledge.

It was a truth that had been hidden—even from me.

My mother’s dying words echoed in my mind: “The contract... was never completed. The bride wasn’t the first.”

I never understood what she meant. Until Alika arrived. Since then, the strange occurrences in the manor had worsened—the bleeding mirror, the voices from beneath t
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