Semua Bab The Wedding Night Curse: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Alika's POVSomething wouldn’t let me sleep tonight.It wasn’t the creaking doors, or the shifting shadows crawling across the walls.Not even the faint marks on Ethan’s ankle still haunting my mind.It was the sound.The crying.I had heard it since the moment I closed my eyes.Soft.Like the weeping of a child who had lost something they could never get back.And what made it worse—I wasn’t the only one who could hear it.Ethan slept in the chair across from my bed. He insisted on staying tonight, despite his exhaustion and the scratches on his leg that still hadn’t healed.He didn’t believe the voice was real.But I knew better.I slowly rose from the bed, watching Ethan as he slept.His head rested against the chair’s back, chest rising and falling deeply. His face looked calmer than it had in days.And seeing him like that…It did something to me.

Alika's POVThe sky outside the window faded into a sickly gray-green, like it was about to vomit a storm long held back. Wind twisted between the old library’s windows, slipping in through tiny cracks, carrying with it a chill that burrowed straight into my bones.My hand trembled as I turned the final page of the ancient tome Anindya left behind—a book that had already stolen my sleep, and tonight, threatened to steal my peace. The pages were frail, like dying skin left too long under the sun. Strange symbols etched across each leaf, pulsing faintly as if I were touching the heartbeat of something still alive.I sat cross-legged atop an old rug, within a salt circle I’d drawn myself. Ethan stood across the room, unmoving, like a shadow cast to guard me. His eyes never left me—not out of suspicion, but fear. I could feel it in the air between us. He hadn’t spoken much tonight, but his presence was enough to make my heart stumble and falter in its rhythm.“If you’re unsure, we stop he

Alika’s POVI didn’t know what led me there—only that something was pulling me.It wasn’t logic. It wasn’t even curiosity. It was older than that. Deeper.The path wound behind the Blackwell estate, past the forgotten grave markers choked with vines, past the old well that no one dared open anymore. I didn’t bring a flashlight. I didn’t even bring a coat. The night air clawed at my skin, but I walked barefoot through the wet moss and thorns, numb to everything but the hum under my feet.I was being led.No… called.The forest parted without sound, trees swaying though no wind blew. And there it was.A cave, hidden behind a curtain of ivy.It looked like a mouth. Black and waiting. I don’t know how I never saw it before. I must’ve passed this hill a dozen times, yet tonight it revealed itself as if I’d finally been granted permission to see.I hesita

Alika's POVThe Blackwell Manor had only ever had three floors.At least, that was what I had always been told.The ground floor—where the decaying chandeliers hung and dust veiled every portrait. The second—where the bedrooms lay like mausoleums, holding dreams that belonged to the dead. The third—locked, supposedly empty, supposedly abandoned.But tonight, the house… changed.And I felt it in my bones.Something deep beneath the layers of stone and timber had awakened. A shiver rippled through the corridors. My steps no longer echoed as they should have. Walls stretched just a little longer. Shadows curled and thickened. The air was heavier. Tighter.I should have run.But I couldn’t.Because Ethan was missing.And I had heard a voice—a woman’s voice—calling from beyond the stairs. Whispering my name like a lullaby wrapped in smoke.Alika.You’ve come so far, littl

Alika's POVThere are corridors in this house that were never meant to be walked.Not because they are forbidden.But because they do not obey the rules of space.Of time.Of self.---I didn’t remember waking up.I only remembered the dark.And the hallway.Longer than it should have been. Angled slightly, like a spiral unraveling inward. Lit by nothing except the faint blue glow of moonlight seeping through cracked wallpaper, and the persistent drip… drip… drip… of unseen water.I had followed the sound.Until I heard something far worse.A scream.My scream.Coming from the other end of the hallway.But I hadn’t screamed.Not yet.---I stopped walking. My breath caught in my throat.It wasn’t just the sound of me screaming.It was my exact voice. Same pitch. Same cadence. S