All Chapters of The Wedding Night Curse: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The rain fell harder over Blackwell Manor.Ethan remained standing in the backyard while Emery's words continued to echo inside his head."That's not the first time Mother has come back."For several seconds, he simply stared at the boy without blinking.Rain soaked Emery's hair, yet the child didn't seem bothered by it at all. His gaze remained fixed on the forest, which had once again disappeared into darkness after the flash of lightning faded."Emery," Ethan finally called.The boy slowly turned toward him."What do you mean?"Emery seemed to think for a moment before answering."Which part?"Ethan frowned."You said she came back before.""Oh."Emery looked back toward the trees.As if the question were the simplest thing in the world."I've seen her.""When?""Many times."Ethan's chest immediately tightened."Many times?"Emery nodded."When I was little."Ethan almost laughed at that answer.Emery was still little.But when he looked at the boy's face, there wasn't a trace of

The sound of a rifle being cocked shattered the silence of the night.Alika didn't even have time to breathe.Everything happened too fast.Someone suddenly pulled her to the side just as a gunshot exploded across the lake. The deafening crack echoed through the ancient trees, sending startled birds into the dark sky.Alika fell onto the wet ground.Her breath caught.Her heart pounded so violently it hurt.When she lifted her head, she saw Lazriel standing in front of her.His face was cold.Too cold.His eyes were fixed on the forest.On the place where the shot had come from."Stay behind me," Lazriel said quietly.Alika had never heard his voice sound like that before.There was no calmness.No gentleness.Only restrained anger."Lazriel...""Don't move."The mist still covered the lake.The woman with Alika's face stood several yards away.But slowly, her figure began to fade.As if she were becoming part of the fog itself.Alika immediately stood."Wait!"The woman looked at her

The night at Blackwell Manor felt quieter than usual.The rain that had fallen since the afternoon had finally stopped, leaving streaks of water across the tall windows of the ancient mansion. A cold breeze drifted through the trees outside, making the branches sway like dark hands reaching out from the shadows.Inside her room, Alika slept.But her sleep was restless.Every now and then, her body shifted uneasily beneath the blankets.Cold sweat covered her forehead.And deep within her dream, she found herself standing by the lake once again.White mist floated across the still water.The air was cold.Unnaturally cold.Alika stood at the edge of the lake wearing a long white dress she had never seen before.Her arms felt heavy.When she looked down, she realized she was holding a baby.A baby boy.His cheeks were pink.His eyes were closed.His tiny body was wrapped in white cloth.Alika’s heart began to pound.For some reason, simply looking at him filled her chest with overwhelmi

The night felt colder than usual as Ethan escorted Alika back to Blackwell Manor.Mist lingered between the trees, wrapping the narrow path in a pale veil that made the world seem unfamiliar. Neither of them spoke.Usually, after experiencing something strange, Alika would bombard Ethan with questions.About the lake.About the voices.About all the impossible things that kept happening around her.But tonight was different.Alika simply walked beside him with her head lowered.Silent.Too silent.And that silence worried Ethan more than anything else.From time to time, he glanced at her.Her face looked pale beneath the moonlight.Her eyes seemed distant, as though her thoughts were somewhere far away.Perhaps Lazriel’s words were still echoing inside her mind.Or perhaps something far worse.They arrived at the manor without exchanging a single word.The old mansion stood proudly in the darkness, yet tonight it looked more like a prison than a home.Alika stopped for a moment befor

The rain outside Blackwell Manor showed no sign of stopping. It fell like something that had no purpose other than pressing the world into silence, as if even the sky was holding its breath for what had just begun inside the house. Ethan stood in front of the bedroom window, which had been left open, the curtains lifting slightly with the cold wind slipping in without permission. Yet he made no move to close it. He did not blink, not because he was calm, but because his mind was trying to reconstruct a reality that had just shattered in front of him.The bed was empty.Not empty like someone had stepped out briefly.Empty like someone had been taken without a trace, without sound, without resistance from reality itself. The blanket was still wrinkled, the pillow still held the shape of a head, but Alika was gone. No footsteps, no door opening, no sign that she left on her own. Ethan stepped closer to the bed, his hand pressing against the fabric as if he could still find warmth left b