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Chapter 49 – The Baby in the Mirror
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The Wedding Night Curse CHAPTER 63 – Between Two Worlds
Alika’s POVI was still spinning.My feet touched the cold floor, my black gown trailing behind like a mist. But the world around me… was no longer the same.The music had stopped. But the echo of my footsteps still hung in the air, coming from nowhere. The air thickened—its hue shifting to a sickly green, like the color of river water hiding something dead beneath. When I stopped, the mirrors along the walls no longer reflected my image… they reflected another world.I could see everything.The real world—the dusty floors, the cracked ceiling, the old table covered in extinguished candles. But beside it, like a thin veil yet to be lifted, stood another realm. A realm moving with a breathless chill. The spirit world.And they… were everywhere.Brides. Slowly walking along the walls. Some sitting on the stairs. Some staring blankly at the ceiling. Their dresses were tattered, some stained with blood, others so white they hurt to look at. Their faces weren’t grotesque like folklore ghos
The Wedding Night Curse CHAPTER 62 – Dance of the Locked Soul
Alika's POVHis footsteps still echoed in my head. That smile. The way he said my name—like a whisper torn from the cracked vaults of time. But when I opened my eyes…I was already in the old hall.The floor was faded gray marble, thin cracks spreading like veins on aged skin. The walls were tall, dressed in peeling red wallpaper, lined with long mirrors in tarnished gold frames.I had no idea how I got here. But what terrified me more was this:I was dancing.My feet turned, the hem of the long gown billowing with every step. My arms rose as if pulled by invisible strings. I was breathless… but my body didn’t care. It kept moving—swaying, spinning, leaping, bowing—with no control.“I don’t want to dance,” I thought. But my fingers remained gracefully extended, my steps stayed in rhythm.The old black gown I wore felt heavy against my body. Its velvet soaked up each movement, yet made me feel more entangled in the rhythm—like the fabric itself was alive, and I was merely a puppet caug
The Wedding Night Curse Chapter 61 – The Dress Without a Shadow
Alika's POVI didn’t know what brought me back to that basement room—perhaps curiosity, or maybe the faint whispers that had been guiding my steps since that dream. My hand trembled as it touched the rusted iron handle, and the moment the door creaked open, the scent of damp earth, dust, and withered roses hit me like a memory I never lived.In the center of the room stood a mannequin. Draped over it was a black wedding dress that shimmered like living midnight. But what made my chest tighten in dread… was the absence of any shadow beneath it.My heart pounded as I stepped closer. I reached out with trembling fingers.“This dress...” I whispered. This wasn’t ordinary fabric. It wasn’t made for ordinary people.The moment I touched it, the world went still.The dress clung to me like memory, warm and familiar, like an embrace from someone long dead. I didn’t remember deciding to put it on, but suddenly, it was wrapped around my body. It fit too perfectly. Like it had been waiting.Then
The Wedding Night Curse CHAPTER 60 – The Second Gate
Ethan's POVI should’ve walked away.I should’ve burned the altar and buried the bones of this cursed bloodline before it swallowed her too.But Alika wasn’t just a name in an ancient contract.She wasn’t just the heir of betrayal, or the bride of the forgotten.She was mine.And I was losing her—one mirror at a time.---When I found her body collapsed in the center of our room, surrounded by black rose petals and glass dust, I thought I was too late.Her eyes were open, but they weren’t hers.Her breath was shallow.And in the center of her chest… that wound pulsed again—bleeding darkness.But not outward.Inward.Pulling her into something only she could see.Or maybe… something only I could follow.---I carried her to the altar.The real altar. The first one. The one carved from obsidian beneath the Holl
The Wedding Night Curse CHAPTER 59 – The Wound That Never Closed
Alika’s POV---They say time heals.But they never talk about wounds that aren’t meant to heal. Wounds that were never just physical—etched not into skin, but into soul.Mine began when I was five. A fall, they told me. A shard of glass, they said.But even at five, I knew better.The pain didn’t start when I hit the floor.It started when I looked in the mirror afterward... and saw something looking back that wasn’t me.---For years, the scar beneath my rib cage remained faded—a whisper of something forgotten. Ethan once asked about it, fingers brushing over the thin line.“Looks like it never fully healed,” he’d said.“I guess I didn’t want it to,” I had answered with a forced laugh.He didn’t press further.Now, I wish he had.Because tonight... the scar reopened.And it wasn’t blood that poured out.It was a petal.
The Wedding Night Curse CHAPTER 58 – The Switched Sacrifice
Ethan’s POVI’ve seen death. Many times. Faces fading, bodies going cold, blood pooling beneath altar stones, and prayers left unanswered. But none of that compared to what I saw in Alika’s eyes this morning.She didn’t cry. But the silence in her was thunderous—like a storm building behind a dam. And damn me, I stood too close.The necklace was gone. But that didn’t mean the danger was over.It had only just begun.Because the soul that had once been trapped... was now free.And she didn’t want to wander this world.She wanted to live.---After making sure Alika was safe in bed, I slipped out of the house. There was one place I hadn’t dared go—but tonight, I had no choice.The Hollow Archives, hidden beneath the ruins of the White Serpent Chapel.The only place where blood-written contracts were still stored… and still remembered.The air was damp. The stone walls colder tha
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