All Chapters of The Wedding Night Curse: Chapter 101 - Chapter 109

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CHAPTER 102 – The Voice Inside My Chest

Alika’s POV The footsteps stopped behind me. I spun around, heart hammering. My flashlight had gone out completely, but my instincts were sharp—someone had just been standing inches behind me. The room was cold, but the back of my neck was colder, like someone had exhaled right against it. I backed away slowly and bumped into the leg of an old wooden table. My hand fumbled across the wall, searching for a way out of the attic. My fingers brushed against something soft. A strip of black ribbon. I tugged it gently. There was dried blood crusted on one end. As I pulled it free, the ribbon shaped itself into a bridal noose. I flung it across the room and bolted down the narrow staircase. My foot nearly slipped, but I didn’t stop. The house wasn’t letting me go easily. A door slammed shut behind me. The floorboards above groaned like something heavy had shifted. A low, guttural breath echoed from inside

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

CHAPTER 103 – The 2 A.M. Cry

Alika’s POVFor the first time since that night, I touched my stomach.My hands were shaking—not from the cold, but from the image still clinging to my mind. Her belly was swollen. And that smile... God. It wasn’t human. It was Sybilla’s. And it came from my face.I took a slow breath, looked down, and ran my fingers over my own skin. Nothing had changed. No bump. No life inside. But I knew—mirrors in this manor never just reflected.Sometimes they showed the future.Sometimes, they revealed truths we weren’t ready to face.From outside, a distant clock chimed once.One.Then silence.And in that silence, I heard it again—faint, fragile, but sharp as bone: the sound of a baby crying. Distant, like from the attic. The same cry that came every night… at the exact same hour.Dad used to say, if you hear a baby crying in an empty house, don’t look for where it’s coming from. But I’d

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

CHAPTER 104 – The Girl by the Lake

The Village Fisherman.He didn’t remember how he made it back to shore.His hands and feet felt frozen, even though the sun had started to rise. He sat on the ground, knees drawn to his chest, staring at the lake—still and silent, like nothing had ever happened.But he knew what he saw was real.That water boiled.And that little girl had spoken a name no one dared say out loud in the village anymore.“Ethan.”His own lips almost repeated it. But something in his throat locked up. He could only watch the fading ripples. Then—a voice came from behind his head. Not human. More like a whisper rising from inside his bones.Don’t go back to the lake alone tonight…He stood slowly, knees trembling. His legs felt heavy, as if the mud was trying to keep him there.---All day, he didn’t speak to anyone. Not even to his wife, who usually scolded him about the fish he br

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

CHAPTER 105 – A Letter with No Postmark

Alika’s POVI’m still standing at the edge of the lake. The air’s turned sharply cold, and the morning mist hasn’t fully lifted. The water is unnervingly still—like a pane of broken glass someone patched badly.What I saw wasn’t a dream. The glow was real. The reflection was real. That smile… it wasn’t Ethan’s. But why did it still feel so familiar?I drew a slow breath, letting the cold fill my constrained lungs. My fingers had gone numb—partly from the weather, partly from something inside me crumbling. Ever since this began, I’ve been holding onto the hope of light at the end. But what came instead was more foreign than death: living uncertainty.Back at home, my boots were soaked and heavy. The old hardwood in the entryway whispered beneath my feet. Outside, the world stirred—birds, wind, neighbors stirring—but it all felt distant. Like the world was preparing a stage for something to break.On the c

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

CHAPTER 106 – The Fog That Remembers

Alika’s POVI didn’t move right away.The paper was still warm in my hand, like it had a pulse.I dropped it onto the table. Backed away.The house felt colder now, though nothing had changed. Same dim light. Same dead quiet. But something had shifted. Like the room itself had taken a breath—and was now waiting for mine.I looked toward the front door.Fog pressed against the windows. Heavy. Dense. It hadn’t been there minutes ago. Not even a trace. Now it clung to the glass like fingers trying to get in.I walked toward the door, slow. I didn’t know why. I wasn’t planning to open it. I just needed to see. To be sure I was still inside something real.But as I reached the hallway, I heard it.A voice.Soft. Familiar.“Alika…”I stopped.The sound came from the other side of the door. Muffled. Gentle.It sounded like Ethan.No—almost like Ethan.But I’d learned the difference.I’d heard him enough in dreams to know when it wasn’t him.Still, my hand touched the doorknob.“Open it.”The

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

CHAPTER 107 – The Seventeenth Day

Alika’s POVShe was gone.I took one step up the stairs—but the girl with my face had already vanished.No sound. No shadow. Nothing.Just that sentence still hanging in the air like a bad aftertaste:You left me in the lake.I didn’t go after her.Didn’t run. Didn’t scream.I just stood there, heart banging against my ribs, trying to breathe.And then I noticed it.The fog was gone.Not thinner. Not receding.Gone.Like it had never existed.The house was still. Too still. I listened hard. No ticking clocks. No humming pipes. Even the creaky floorboards were silent beneath my feet.I turned slowly, expecting—something.But it was just the house again.Except it wasn’t.The hallway looked… wrong.Longer than it should’ve been. Slightly curved. The wall lamp that used to hang by the coat rack now sat closer to the kitchen door. I stared at it, blinking, trying to convince myself it had always been like that.It hadn’t.I walked back toward the living room. Everything looked the same a

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

CHAPTER 108 – The Sleeping Watcher

Rain had been falling since dawn, a slow, cold drizzle that soaked into the roof tiles of the old orphanage and whispered through the halls like voices trying to be heard.Mrs. Moira moved down the corridor with a flickering flashlight, her back already aching from a night with no sleep. The children had been restless again—some waking up screaming, others sleepwalking toward the locked front doors, eyes open but seeing something that wasn't there.She stopped in front of Room 6.The door was slightly ajar.Not again, she thought.Pushing it open, she found Emery wide awake in bed, sitting cross-legged under his thin blanket. He wasn’t crying like the other kids. He wasn’t shaking either. He just stared at the far wall with an expression too old for his eight-year-old face.His sketchbook was open in his lap. Pencil in hand.“You didn’t sleep again,” Mrs. Moira said gently.Emery didn’t answer. His eyes didn’t leave the paper.Mrs. Moira stepped closer and crouched. The drawing on the

Last Updated : 2025-07-26

CHAPTER 109 – The Mirror That Couldn’t Be Broken

Alika's POVI was still standing in front of the drawing.My hands were shaking, even though I hadn’t touched anything. The paper was blank again. No image. No ink. But I knew what I had seen. That wasn’t a hallucination.It was Mom.Not as a ghost. Not in a dream. But like... she knew I was here. Like she was watching me.I looked around the room—stone walls, cold floor, and the old table where the paper still lay. Everything was still. Too quiet. No breeze. No breath, except mine.I turned slowly, and there it was.The mirror.Still standing tall, as high as my body, frozen inside a partially broken wooden frame that somehow never fell. Thin cracks crawled across the surface like veins. I had shattered it. Twice. Maybe three times. But every time I turned back, it was whole again—standing like a guard too patient to ever give up."You're messing with the wrong girl," I muttered to myself.This time, I grabbed the rusted iron chair from the corner of the room.And hurled it at the mi

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

Chapter 110 – The Nameless Ritual

Alika’s POVI took a step back, clutching the old journal tightly to my chest. Ethan—my Ethan—stood frozen beside me, his mouth slightly open. I could hear his breath hitch, feel the heat radiating off his skin, but his eyes were locked on the mirror. On the version of himself that shouldn’t exist.“I was never like that,” he muttered. “Not that young. Not that... dead inside.”The piano stopped. The light dimmed to a faint flicker. And the mirror swallowed the boy whole.We were alone again. Except for the book in my arms, now warm—like it had absorbed the heat of my fear.---That night, the Blackwell estate lit up. Hundreds of lanterns hung from the balconies, casting a golden shimmer across the marble floors. A string quartet played something old and elegant. The ballroom smelled of jasmine and deep red wine.“Just try to relax,” Ethan whispered, handing me a glass of champagne. “They’re just business people. No cult tonight. Hopefully.”I gave him a sharp look. “Not funny.”He he

Last Updated : 2025-08-02

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