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chapter 32: the memory with a missing face
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bride of vengeance chapter 32: the memory with a missing face
Valeria's POVThe crystal felt colder than I expected, cold enough that I nearly dropped it the moment it touched my palm. Santiago watched me carefully as I turned it over in my fingers, studying the faceted surface, the strange way light seemed to bend and pool inside it rather than simply reflecting off the edges."What exactly is this?" I asked, though something in the back of my memory already stirred with a faint, uneasy recognition."Memory magic," Santiago said. "Rare. Forbidden, in most kingdoms, for exactly the reason you're about to see."I frowned, my mind reaching for the fragment of knowledge trying to surface. Then it clicked, sudden and cold. I'd heard whispers of this once, years ago, during my training — old stories about crystals capable of capturing and replaying memories exactly as they happened, unaltered by time or grief or the mind's own tendency to soften painful edges."I stole this from the people who wanted your entire family erased," Santiago said quietly.
bride of vengeance chapter 31: the uncle nobody mentioned
Valeria's POVThe revelation sat heavy in my chest, refusing to settle into anything I could fully process.Growing up, I'd only ever known one uncle. Ricardo. The man who found me hiding in the wreckage of our burned home, who carried me away before the flames could reach the corner where I'd curled myself small enough to disappear. The man who mourned beside me every year on the anniversary of my parents' deaths, who taught me to fight, who taught me to survive, who taught me — above everything else — to hate the Lycan Kingdom with the same burning intensity that had apparently consumed him for two decades.Now a stranger stood before me in the moonlight, claiming to be my father's brother, claiming that everything Ricardo taught me might have been built on a foundation of lies.Santiago watched my face carefully, giving me space to work through the storm clearly visible in my expression."Ricardo never told you about me," he said finally. It wasn't a question. It was a statement, d
bride of vengeance chapter 30: the dead Man's smile
Valeria's POV I couldn't breathe. I stood frozen at the base of the Moon Tower, the letter still crumpled in my fist, staring at a face I hadn't seen in years. A face I'd buried, along with everything else I'd loved, on the night my whole world burned down around me. The scar above his left eyebrow. The way his jaw looked at the edges. The exact shade of brown in his eyes, warm even in moonlight. Everything about him belonged to Gabriel Montenegro. My father. The man who died when I was still small enough to hide beneath floorboards and believe, somehow, that staying quiet could save him. Tears filled my eyes before I could stop them, spilling down my cheeks without permission, my whole body trembling in a way twelve years of training had never prepared me for. I took a step forward, my hand reaching out on its own, my voice breaking on the single word that mattered more than anything else in that moment. "Father?" The man's expression shifted. Something soft crossed hi
bride of vengeance chapter 29: the accusation
*Valeria's POV*Whispers spread through the palace like wildfire.*She arrived. Then the murders began.*I heard fragments of it wherever I walked, servants going quiet the moment I passed, guards exchanging glances they thought I didn't notice. By midday, the story had already taken a shape of its own, one that had almost nothing to do with the truth and everything to do with fear looking for somewhere to land.The note. The dead nobleman. The dead servant before him. Someone had connected the victims to old royal secrets, whispered conversations that apparently linked both men to records buried deep in the archives — records I now suspected were tied to the same conspiracy Catalina had been trying to warn me about. And somewhere in all that whispering, my name kept surfacing, again and again, until it stuck to the story like a burr.*The note mentions a girl. She showed up out of nowhere. Now people are dying.*By evening, half the palace believed I was involved.I could feel it in
bride of vengeance chapter 28:the second body
*Valeria's POV*The palace erupted into chaos the moment we stepped through the doors of the royal wing.Servants screamed somewhere down the hall. Guards ran past us in both directions, shouting orders that overlapped into noise instead of meaning. Torches burned too bright, too fast, throwing wild shadows across walls that had felt calm and untouched only hours before.Alejandro didn't slow down. He pushed through the gathering crowd of guards and staff, and I stayed close behind him, my pulse hammering with every step closer to whatever waited ahead.We found the body in a side chamber off the main corridor.A nobleman. I didn't recognize him, though something about his fine clothes told me he'd held some rank at court. He lay sprawled across the floor, blood soaked deep into the carpet beneath him, spreading out in a wide, dark stain that had already begun to dry at the edges. His eyes were still open. Frozen wide, locked on something that wasn't there anymore. Whatever he'd seen
bride of vengeance chapter 27: the king's suspicion
*Valeria's POV*Alejandro dismissed the guards with a single sharp gesture. They filed away without argument, leaving the corridor empty except for the two of us and the fading echo of their retreating boots.Silence settled in behind them, heavy and uncomfortable.His golden eyes drifted down toward my hand, toward the silver key still clenched tight in my fist. I hadn't hidden it fast enough, and now there was no pretending it wasn't there."What are you hiding?" he asked.The question landed harder than I expected. Not because it was cruel, but because I genuinely didn't know how to answer it anymore. Twelve years ago, the answer would have been simple. *I'm hiding my mission. My hatred. My blade.* Now the truth had grown so tangled — hybrids, ancient shrines, sleeping monsters, a name that made even a witch afraid — that I couldn't have explained it properly even if I wanted to. Where would I even begin? With the dagger I'd carried into his garden the first night? With the statue
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