Todos os capítulos de The Wedding Night Curse: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Alika’s POV *** I stood before a tall mirror, its glass fogged with time and laced with silver cracks, like veins under old skin. My white wedding gown—soft as smoke—dragged behind me, whispering across cold marble. No laughter echoed in the room. No bridesmaids fixing my hair. No music. Only silence and the ticking of an unseen clock. They say your wedding day is the happiest day of your life. But standing here—alone, watched only by my reflection—I felt like a lamb draped in silk, walking into a storm. This house… wasn’t made for joy. It breathed sadness from the walls. --- The estate stood like a mausoleum at the edge of the forest, wrapped in ivy and fog. I’d only arrived hours ago, but already the place felt older than the trees surrounding it. Its halls whispered. Its shadows moved a little too thoughtfully. They say no bride has ever left this house unchanged. Some never left at all. I didn’t want to believe the rumors—until I saw the woman in the portrait by the s

Alika's POVI don’t remember exactly when everything started to change.Maybe it was the first night, when the woman in the mirror looked at me as if I were her. Or perhaps it began with that strange dream—the upside-down room, the soulless bride, and a voice that told me I had to kill Ethan before the third night.But this morning... something feels truly different.The sky outside is overcast, yet the light that filters in is strange. Dim, as if held back by an invisible fog. I crack open the window, only to be met with an unnaturally cold breeze, despite it not being winter. A sharp scent of jasmine hangs in the air—too sweet, almost suffocating. And faintly... I can smell blood.Ethan left at dawn. I have no idea where he went. When I asked Mrs. Whitmore, the elderly housekeeper, she only replied in a hushed tone, “Master Ethan has family business to attend to.”Whatever that means, I know I won’t get a clearer answer.Alone in the large bedroom, I start to feel like a prisoner. E

Alika's POVSomething wasn’t right.The air felt heavier as I walked down the west corridor, each step echoing off the cold stone floor. I wasn’t supposed to be here—this part of the mansion was always locked, always avoided. But tonight, the door had been left ajar.Almost like someone was waiting for me.I hesitated in front of the half-open door. A sliver of darkness stared back at me, quiet and unmoving. My fingers hovered over the knob when I heard it.A voice.Soft. Male. Familiar."Alika..."I froze.Ethan?I turned, but no one was there. Just empty shadows and the hum of an old chandelier swaying above me. My breath caught. I knew Ethan was in the east wing tonight, handling guests from Boston. He couldn't be here.Still, I stepped inside.The room was small—dusty and untouched. Cobwebs clung to the corners, and the musty scent of old wood and forgotten things filled my lungs. In the corner sat a table, draped with a torn lace cloth. On it lay a book, thick and dark, like it h

Alika's POVThe air was heavier tonight.It wasn’t just the chill anymore. The Blackwell mansion had turned sentient. I could feel it in the way the floorboards creaked without weight, the way every shadow seemed to stretch toward me like it was hungry.I clutched the old grimoire I had stolen from the study—an ancient book bound in dark leather, written in a language that almost seemed to breathe. It had taken me hours to decipher even a few pages, my fingers trembling with each turn as if the ink itself was judging me.But I had finally found something.A way to undo it.The curse.A reverse ritual. A way to sever the Bride’s Bond and escape this nightmare. My blood, willingly given. My body, willingly seated. In the Bride’s Throne. Before midnight of the third night.And tonight… was the third night.I pressed my hand against the page, rereading the phrase over and over:“She who breaks the

Alika's POVDarkness.That was the first thing I felt after the bedroom door slammed shut behind us.Complete. Absolute. Swallowing everything.I stood still, my breathing shallow, my hand still gripping Ethan’s arm like my life depended on it. The darkness pressed against my chest, suffocating, as if the walls of the house were slowly closing in to devour us.“Ethan…” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart. “We’re not alone in here.”He nodded, though I couldn’t see him. But I could feel him—his warmth, the tension in his body, his shaky breath. He was scared too. But he stood beside me. For me.Then, from the right—Knocks. One. Two. Three.Followed by whispers.Soft. Hoarse. Circling us.> “Fulfill your vow, Ethan… or she becomes ours…”I froze.“We need light…” I muttered, my hands searching along the wall for a switch, an