บททั้งหมดของ The Wedding Night Curse: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Ethan’s POVThe sky above the Blackwell Manor had changed.I stood by the window of the west wing, where the view stretched beyond the jagged treetops of Ravenwood Forest. It should’ve been a clear night—moon hanging silver, stars piercing the dark like diamonds. But tonight…Nothing.No constellations.No celestial glow.Just a black dome, suffocating and endless.My breath caught. The Second Gate.I remembered the passage from Codex Nigrum—a forbidden volume hidden in the locked archive of my ancestors. It spoke of three gates: three thresholds between the mortal and the cursed. The First Gate opened the path for the soul to enter. The Second was the merging point. Once opened, no body would belong to itself.And now… the sky was starless.That meant time was running out.She was still asleep. Or what I hoped was sleep.

Alika's POV The room was cold, even though the air was still. The windows were tightly shut, the thick drapes hanging stiff like watchful sentries. And yet, goosebumps prickled my arms. I stood in front of the antique mirror in the heirloom chamber, the one mounted on the east wall since the 18th century. Its wooden frame was carved with symbols I couldn’t decipher, and its surface always seemed misted over, as though someone had just exhaled against it from the inside. I only wanted to check my neck—where a strange bruise had appeared after last night’s dream. But when I stared into the mirror, my breath hitched. She stared back at me. My face. My eyes. But it… wasn’t me. The reflection wore a black wedding dress I’d never seen before, a veil of blood-red fog clinging to her like smoke. Around her neck was a necklace—silver chain dripping with thick, dark red. Not rubies. Blood. In her hand was a silver blade. Thin. Sharp. It caught the candlelight like an eye. I stepped back

Alika's POVI never imagined fear could have a taste. But tonight, it was thick on my tongue—metallic, like blood. My breath fogged in the damp, icy air as I stepped deeper into the secret passageway hidden behind the old bookshelf in the study. It had shifted by itself earlier, revealing this narrow tunnel carved into the house’s very bones.No one knew this existed. Not even Ethan. Or… maybe he did. Maybe that was the worst part.My phone's flashlight illuminated stone walls slick with condensation. The air was damp and heavy, infused with the scent of rotting wood and iron. My footsteps echoed too loud against the flagstone floor, like I was trespassing in a place long forgotten by the living.But something remembered me. I could feel it.My fingers gripped the phone tighter. The walls closed in the farther I went. No signs, no symbols—until I reached the end of the corridor and found the door.It stood alone, ancien

Alika's POVThe air in the Blackwell mansion’s basement felt colder with every passing second, even though the flame from the ancient ritual candle flickered steadily before me.But this wasn’t just any candle.Its wax was pitch black, and it exuded a pungent scent—like burning incense mixed with dried blood. The wick looked like it was made of human hair, and when I lit it, the flame didn’t burn orange. It glowed in a strange bluish-green hue, pulsing like the breath of something from another world.My hands trembled slightly. I sat cross-legged in the center of the ritual circle drawn from an ancient family grimoire—a sigil of a split moon wrapped in chains, surrounding the shapes of a woman and a wolf.Ethan stood a few feet behind me. Silent. Ever since we’d discovered the hidden page in the book, he’d been distant, but his gaze never left me—like a shadow clinging to my every move.“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked at last, his voice rough.“I don’t have a choice,” I r

Alika's POVMy footsteps echoed through the altar chamber, frozen in ancient silence. Candlelight flickered along the stone walls, trembling as if afraid of the shadows lurking within. My heart pounded—not from exhaustion, but from a deep, unshakable sense of dread.Last night, I had a dream about this underground passage. In the dream, there were three doors. Two were wide open. One remained sealed shut. I thought it was just a dream… until I saw it again today.The third door.No handle. No carvings. Just a smooth arc of black stone, almost indistinguishable from the wall. But I knew it was a door. Somehow, my body recognized it before my mind did.I reached out, my fingers trembling. The surface was ice-cold, the chill seeping into my skin like poison. And then, without warning—the door opened.By itself.The air shifted. Behind me, the candles blew out one by one. An invisible breeze swept my hair back