เข้าสู่ระบบThe Thornes built their aromatherapy business generations ago, but their ancestors made a fatal mistake and brought down a divine curse. For ninety-nine generations, every Thorne heir drew their punishment on their eighteenth birthday. Julian Thorne was the last. He drew the worst punishment: death from hemorrhage in ten months. The only way to break it was to marry a witch from the Old Bloodline and complete the life transference ritual. The witch inscribes a sigil on a parchment and infuses the child's blood essence on it, and the curse transfers to the parchment. I was that witch. My family owed the Thornes a blood debt going back three generations, so I married Julian, gave him a child, and performed the ritual to save his life. I was terrified of missing the ritual window, so I didn't even use anesthesia as the baby was cut out of my womb. However, Julian drove ninety-nine soul spikes into my body while I was still bleeding from the delivery, then set me on fire. "Miriam is the real heir. You're nothing but a fraud who wanted to marry up. "You drove her into the wilderness to protect your position. She went into labor alone and died with the baby. Even dying, she thought of me. She finished the ritual and saved my life. "You deceived my father. I'm destroying your soul. You'll pay for what you did to them." He ignored my screaming while he drained our newborn's blood essence. I watched helplessly as my child's life faded. Then I was nailed to a cross and burned until there was nothing left. When I opened my eyes, I was back on my wedding day.
ดูเพิ่มเติมAlistair walked over."Celeste, are you alright? I’ve been looking for you." He pulled me into an anxious embrace, his expression dark as he stared at Julian.Julian, now confined to his wheelchair, clenched his fists.He had to admit that compared to the brilliant, rising star of the business world standing before him, he had utterly lost.This time, Julian didn't try to stop me from leaving.As I walked out of the Thorne estate’s gates, the faint sound of suppressed sobbing echoed behind me, eventually fading away into the wind.One month later.Every major media outlet was scrambling to cover the news. The CEO of the Caldwell Corporation was getting married today.I walked down the red carpet in a stunning, snow-white gown. When Alistair turned to face me, his eyes were filled with uncontrollable awe and emotion.As the officiant read the vows, I looked into his deep, affectionate eyes and said, "I do."In an instant, the sky erupted with a magnificent display of fireworks
Actually, the hospital wasn't the first time I had met Alistair. I had seen him many times at the Thornes' family banquets.Even in my past life, in the final moments before I died, I saw him stumbling toward me.The man rumored to be cold and humorless had cradled my body and sobbed."Celeste, I'm too late... If there is a next life, I will protect you with everything I have," he had whispered through his tears."Your candies and cakes were the only warmth of my childhood. I dedicated myself to running the Caldwell empire in order to give you the wedding you deserve. I never imagined you would marry Julian."I thought he would treat you well, so I increased my investment in the Thornes to give you a better life. I never expected that animal would torture you like this!"Only then did I remember the boy I had met at the Thornes' residence when I was young.It turned out he was Alistair. His parents' strict upbringing had made him cold and isolated, and he never fit in with the o
I knew the hour was fast approaching. Julian didn't have much time left.A single tear fell from Victor's aging eyes. He pulled up the hem of his suit and knelt before me."Celeste, you are the heir of the Old Bloodline. Is there truly no other way to save him? He's my only son!"I lowered my gaze. "There is no other way. The life transference spell is an act against the heavens themselves."Even if we had enough time—which we don't—there is no longer any possibility of a future between Julian and me."Victor collapsed onto the floor, defeated.I spoke again. "Ancient texts mention one other path: drawing a lot before the ancestral graves. If the ancestors agree, Julian, as the last heir to bear the punishment, could have his curse transferred to his son."Eighteen years would be enough time for you to find another witch.""But this method severely damages one's soul. Transferring a debt you should repay onto your own descendants will trigger a backlash. As for how severe... I
Julian closed his eyes in agony, seemingly unable to look at her any longer.Miriam, acting like a madwoman, took the newborn's blood essence again and again.She drew countless sigils, but Julian's condition didn't change at all.The innocent infant wailed in pain, and the room filled with the acrid stench of burning parchment as the failed sigils turned to ash.The scene was pure chaos. When Miriam reached for the blade to take blood yet again, Julian mustered his remaining strength and hurled a bowl at her."Enough! Stop wasting your breath! What kind of act are you putting on? This is your own flesh and blood! Do you even care about his pain?"Miriam Sutton, you are truly as venomous as a viper!"She clutched her forehead, crying out in disbelief. "Jules, how can you say that to me? Everything I've done, I've done because I love you!""Love me? You're just afraid that if I die, you'll lose the wealth and status you've clawed for! All you've ever cared about is securing your












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