Semua Bab BURIED AS HIS LOVE, REBORN AS HIS CURSE. : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Calla’s POVThe sun was gentle when it filtered through the sheer curtains, casting gold on the polished floor. I woke up first, slipped out of the suite as quietly as possible, and wandered through the villa barefoot. I was ready for my tour. The halls were wide and quiet, every surface polished to a gleam. The scent of jasmine and lemon polish polish followed me everywhere I went. A few maids passed by with their heads down, moving briskly and not even sparing me a glance. “Good morning,” I said brightly.They all froze like I pointed a gun in their heads.One flinched, lowering her eyes..The other gave the quickest, stiffest nod and kept walking like I hadn’t spoken.Right. I'm Isadora Kane now – the vilest bitch alive. But I'm going to change that if I'm going to be stuck here for eternity, I'm going to change things.I tried again, approaching another woman folding linens in the corridor. “Hi! Beautiful day, right?”She looked up, eyes wide. Terrified like others. “Y-yes, m

Calla’s POVBy late afternoon, we were standing at the base of Mount Veora, looking up at the winding trail that stretched into green hills and dusty paths. Madden wore all black, naturally—athletic pants, hiking boots, a breathable long-sleeve shirt that looked expensive, and a pair of designer sunglasses that absolutely did not belong on a hiking trail. He didn't wear anything I got for him. He just dumped them in the trash.Well…whatever.I, however, looked amazing in army green cargo pants and the sarcastic hoodie Mira picked out. I had my hair tied up, a water bottle in one hand, and a half-eaten protein bar in the other.He adjusted his backpack with visible reluctance. “I still think we could’ve just… looked at pictures of this online.”“Where’s the romance in that?” I stretched my arms, already buzzing with energy. “C’mon, you promised. Or is the Almighty Madden Blackwell scared??”He sighed and gave me a long, dramatic look. “One volcano. Then we go home. And no, I'm not sca

General POV:Night eventually draped the forest. The only sounds were the occasional snap of branches in the distance and the soft crackle of their fire, slowly dying down to glowing embers. Calla had curled up in her hoodie, using her backpack as a makeshift pillow. Madden sat upright for a while, eyes alert in the dark, listening for anything that didn’t belong. He couldn't sleep yet though.Eventually, fatigue won out and he lay back on the other side of the fire, arms folded beneath his head as he drifted off. Sometime in the middle of the night, he stirred, waking up to see Calla curled up beside him for warmth.Her head was resting just under his arm and one hand gently pressed to his chest. His muscles tensed automatically… but he didn’t move, staring at her peaceful face.Madden let out a slow, barely audible breath then closed his eyes again, letting her sleep there.**MORNING… Calla’s eyes fluttered open and widened almost immediately when she realized she was on him.

JD’s POV : The apartment door slammed so hard behind me that it rattled the framed photos in the hallway. I kicked off my boots with force, one flying sideways into the kitchen. My jacket hit the floor next. “Relieved?” I snarled in disbelief. “Relieved she died?” I grabbed the nearest thing—an empty glass bottle off the counter—and hurled it at the far wall. It exploded with a crash, shards scattering across the tile. My chest heaved. That bitch had smiled when she said it. Smiled like she hadn’t just pissed on Calla’s memory—like she hadn’t just stabbed me right through the ribs. “I loved her,” I whispered, hands clenched at my sides. “And you—you never even tried to understand her. You hated her because she lit up rooms you couldn’t own.” My fingers shook as I knocked a stack of sketchbooks off the dining table. Pages fluttered everywhere—designs she’d been working on for weeks. A half-finished portrait of Calla’s face skidded across the floor. I stopped painting

General POV:“Someone rewind time!”“No, wait—build me a time machine!”“Or better still, invent an invisibility cloak!”“Oh sweet Lord, strike me down now!”“Vampires, if you’re real, come out and drain me dry—I’m ready!”“Darling ground, open up and swallow your clumsy, boob-exposing tenant!”Thoughts crashed into each other like a pile-up on a freeway, and Calla just stood there frozen in Madden’s arms, eyes growing wider by the second and trying not to faint.Fresh air was breezing over her two very naked girls on her chest. She didn’t even need to look to know Madden’s eyes were definitely on them.Still, because she's a masochist apparently, she looked up.Their eyes met.He wasn't looking away.He was very much not looking away.And oh God… was that… a smirk?His lips were curved slightly, but undeniably into a crooked, amused, very unholy smirk.Her soul left her body. Forgetting she's Isadora and they're married, she screamed out.“Pervert!! Go blind, damn you!!!” she screec