All Chapters of The Wedding Night Curse: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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CHAPTER 112 – Message from Underground

The sun had barely risen when the sound of metal striking stone echoed from the center of the village. An old man everyone called Pak Rano hauled up a bucket of mud from the rim of the well they were repairing. Three younger, sweat-soaked workers waited their turn to descend on the rope.“There’s a hollow down here,” one of them called from below. His voice sounded strange, as if bouncing off walls far away.Pak Rano leaned over the edge. Darkness. The smell of wet earth mixed with something older—like stale fabric that had been locked away for decades. “What kind of hollow?”“Like a tunnel… there’s carvings on the wall.”That made two of the workers glance at each other. In this village, everyone knew: carvings underground were never a good sign, especially if they looked like the Blackwell wedding symbol—a circle with a crown of thorns in the center.Despite his hesitation, Pak Rano decided to go down himself. He’d been digging wells for thirty years; no one knew this soil better th

Chapter 113 – The Night the Sky Went Silent

Alika’s POVI was still standing at the edge of the forest.The fog swallowed the place whole, like a damp cloth wrapped over my head, making it hard to breathe. The image of that man—dark suit, broad shoulders, head bowed toward a pale-skinned woman—burned in my mind. I wanted to convince myself it wasn’t Ethan, but that jawline… there was no mistaking it.My fists were still clenched. My palms stung where my nails had dug into the skin. I hadn’t realized I’d been glaring at the spot where they stood, hoping the fog would thin and reveal the truth. But all I got was silence.Then came the voice.Not laughter. Not a wedding song. A whisper, so close it felt like it brushed the shell of my ear.“Mama…”I flinched and spun around. No one. Only the fog, twisting lazily as if stirred by a faint wind.Each step felt heavier as I made my way back to the village path. Tonight, the oil lamps in the houses

CHAPTER 114 – The Book Beneath the Floor

Alika’s POVThat morning felt heavier than usual. The sun couldn’t even cut through the fog clinging low over the village. The inn’s kitchen was silent; the only sound was the faint crackle of wood in a nearly dead stove. I sat in a wooden chair, a cup of cold tea in front of me, staring at the floor without really seeing it.That image—of the man holding another woman—was still burned into my mind. I kept trying to convince myself it was nothing more than a trick of the glass reflection last night. But the heat in my chest every time I remembered it was far too real to be just a dream.I drained the last of my tea, forcing my thoughts elsewhere, until my eyes caught on a floorboard near the kitchen cupboard. Its color was slightly different. Darker. The edge was cracked. And only now did I notice—it sat just a little higher than the others, as if it had been pried open before.Every instinct

CHAPTER 115 – The Dress That Grew on Its Own

Alika’s POVI don’t remember exactly when the drowsiness began to creep in. Maybe after Ethan left the room without saying much. Maybe after I’d sat too long in the chair, staring at the black book still resting on my lap.My head felt heavy, my eyes too hard to keep open. My breathing slowed, and before I could fight it, I was already trapped in darkness.But the darkness wasn’t empty.The sky above me turned deep crimson, like a sunset that refused to fade. In front of me stood a man—tall, broad-shouldered, with long black hair falling neatly across his shoulders. His face… was too perfect to be human. A strong jawline, sharp golden eyes, thin but dangerously inviting lips. Something about him made it impossible to look away.“Who are you?” My voice was hoarse, yet I wasn’t afraid.He gave me a faint smile, stepping forward slowly. Every movement seemed to ripple the air around us, like heat rising from

CHAPTER 116 – The Nameless Priest

Ethan didn’t move. His breath caught when the baby—this tiny creature that should not have been looking at him that way—smiled with burning red eyes.Mrs. Whitmore stepped between them. “Don’t touch it. Not now.”“It’s my child,” Ethan said quietly, but the edge in his voice was a threat. He took a step forward, and the wedding gown spread across the floor moved on its own, lace and fabric creeping up to form a barrier between him and the baby. The air turned cold, every exhale visible like mist.Alika began to shiver. Her eyelids drooped, her face pale. “Ethan… something’s wrong… I can’t feel my legs.”The midwife snatched a small pouch from her bag and tossed white ash into the air while murmuring a prayer that sounded like a blend of Latin and some ancient tongue. The baby laughed—light and crisp, yet weighed with something so heavy the floor itself vibrated.The bedroom lights flickered three times. Glass cracked in the wind

CHAPTER 117 – The Mirror-Walled Nursery

Alika’s POV I didn’t sleep that night. I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, the baby’s face appeared—sometimes glowing red, sometimes gold like impossible sunlight. And every time I tried to recall the last moment I held him, what came instead was a strange chime in my ears… then silence. As if he had simply vanished from my arms. Ethan hadn’t come home. He said he needed to make sure the manor was secure. But I knew that was just an excuse. He didn’t want to look at me now. Not after everything that had happened in the birthing room. Mrs. Manor—the old woman who moved slowly but whose eyes were razor-sharp—watched over me. She gave me warm tea, but spoke little. Sometimes I caught her staring out the window, toward the manor’s gates, as if she were waiting for someone. Or… something. There was a secret in her eyes. And I hated to admit… I feared she

CHAPTER 118 – The Last Will

Alika's POVI woke up, still gasping for breath. The air in the room felt thick, as if holding the leftover heat from a dream that had just embraced me too tightly. Ethan sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on me for a long moment. There was a look I couldn’t quite read—between longing, jealousy, and… suspicion.“There’s something… different about you tonight,” he said softly. His fingers traced along my arm. “You’re sweating… not the usual kind. It’s… like the scent of two people.”My heart pounded hard. I swallowed, unable to meet his gaze.Ethan moved closer, his face nearer until I could feel his breath on my lips. His brown eyes devoured me, and for a moment, I thought he would kiss me. But just before our lips met, I turned my face away.“I… need to go to the bathroom,” I whispered hurriedly, then got out of bed.I could feel Ethan’s gaze stuck to my back as I walked away. The bathroom door closed

CHAPTER 119 — The Blood That Remembers

Alika’s POV My head had been hurting since morning, but by the time the sun began to fade behind the curtains, it had turned into something far worse than pain. It felt like pressure—like something alive was pressing against the inside of my skull, slowly, patiently, as if it knew I couldn’t escape it no matter how hard I tried.I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands pressed tightly over my temples, breathing unevenly. The room was quiet, but it didn’t feel empty. It felt… watched. Every shadow in the corner of the ceiling seemed a little too still, every reflection on the glass a little too sharp. I tried to convince myself it was exhaustion, maybe stress, maybe everything that had happened lately finally catching up to me, but deep down I knew it wasn’t that simple.Something inside me was waking up.And it didn’t feel like it belonged to me.I lowered my hands slowly, staring at them as if they weren’t mine anymore. My fingers trembled slightly, and I didn’t know why. The air in t

CHAPTER 120 — The Face That Was Not Him

Alika slowly regained consciousness in a silence that felt unnatural.The room around her was not immediately recognizable. The ceiling seemed high and dim, with faint evening light slipping through thin curtains. The air was cold, brushing against her skin like the remnants of a storm that had not fully disappeared. For a few seconds, she simply lay still, trying to understand where she was.Her head still throbbed faintly, the lingering aftermath of a pain that had felt like it was splitting her mind apart from within. She lifted a hand and pressed her temple, trying to piece together what had happened before she lost consciousness.The images returned in fragments.Mirrors.Whispers.And figures that looked exactly like herself.Alika exhaled slowly, but the air felt heavy, as if the room itself was holding something unfinished.“Enough.”The voice made her body instantly tense.It was not unfamiliar, yet it was not something she could fully trust either.Alika turned her head.A m

CHAPTER 121 — The Child Who Saw the Lie

The silence inside the room did not break even after the door opened. Everything felt frozen in place, as if the world had forgotten how to move forward. Alika remained in the same position, half-sitting on the edge of the bed, her breathing still uneven, her hand still gripping the face of the man in front of her. Her body was not fully aware of why she was still holding on like that—only a faint, irrational feeling that refused to let go. The man also remained still. Too still. As if the entire situation was something that should not be interrupted. But what disturbed the atmosphere the most was not either of them. It was the figure standing at the doorway. Someone stood there without moving, like a shadow that had been given form by the wrong kind of light. The corridor lamp behind him flickered softly, making the small silhouette look unstable, as if reality itself was unsure whether he truly belonged there. Then a small step was heard. One. Slow. But enough

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