All Chapters of The Bride I Used to Be: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Bliss woke in the stillness of the early morning, her body stiff with tension. The sheets felt foreign beneath her, as if the bed itself had become a place she no longer recognized. The house, too, seemed to shift, its silence growing heavier with each passing day. The walls around her room seemed closer than they had before, as if the house itself was drawing her in, tightening its grip with every passing day. The silence in her room had become suffocating. It wasn’t the kind of stillness that calmed the soul; it was the kind that made her feel trapped, as though every movement, every breath, was being measured and watched. Damon’s presence loomed over everything, even when he wasn’t near. His control, his warnings, his promises—all of them pressed against her like an invisible weight. Bliss had stopped fighting against it in the quiet of the night. She could only lie awake, restless and troubled, as the memories of the bloodstains on the steps, the key to the West Wing, and the l

Bliss stood in the center of the room, her heart still pounding from the confrontation with Damon. His words echoed in her mind, his voice still ringing in her ears. You are mine. The words cut deeper than she had expected, but they also fueled the fire that had been growing within her since the moment she stepped into Blackwood Manor. She was no longer just a prisoner, no longer a passive player in his world. She had made her choice, and now there was no turning back. She walked to the window and stared out at the garden below. The sky was overcast, the air thick with the weight of the house’s oppressive silence. She could almost feel it pressing against her skin, suffocating her. The walls that had once felt like a refuge now felt like a cage. Each step she took inside this manor seemed to echo, as if the house itself was watching her, waiting for her to make a mistake. But Bliss was done with mistakes. She had made enough of them. She had been afraid of the truth, afraid of the

Bliss could not shake the image of the mirror. It lingered behind her eyes, the face that was hers and not hers, its gaze darker, sharper than her own. She had stepped into a world that was not her own, a world she could not fully understand, and now there was no going back. Every step she took, every turn she made within the walls of Blackwood Manor, seemed to tighten the invisible grip the house had on her. The house had secrets, and it was determined to keep them. But she had seen enough to know that it couldn’t hide everything forever. She walked through the hallways, her footsteps soft against the old wood, the silence around her deafening. Every shadow seemed to stretch farther, every creak of the house sounding louder, as if the manor itself was aware of her presence. She had discovered the locked doors, the bloodstains, and the whispers in the chapel. But the most haunting discovery of all was the mirror, its reflection showing her a face from a past she couldn’t remember but

The night stretched longer than it should have, the hours bleeding into one another as Bliss paced the length of her room. The house was still, but the silence felt thick, oppressive. Damon had kept her in his grasp for so long, and now she could feel the threads of his control beginning to fray. She had defied him, and though he had not confronted her yet, she knew it was only a matter of time before he came for her. But no matter what he did, she was ready. The key to the West Wing lay hidden beneath the mattress, the cold metal a reminder of the truth she had uncovered. The house had tried to keep its secrets, but she had found them. And now that she knew, there was no turning back. The mirrors, the blood, the locked doors—they all led to one conclusion. She had been a prisoner here, trapped by the house and by Damon, but she wouldn’t be anymore. She could feel the weight of his presence even though he hadn’t entered her room. It was as if his eyes were always on her, always wat

Bliss stood in the center of her room, her pulse pounding in her ears. The night had stretched too long, and the silence of Blackwood Manor felt different now. It pressed against her chest like a weight she could not escape. For so long, she had been running from the house, running from Damon’s control. But now, after everything she had uncovered, she knew the truth. She could not hide from the house any longer. The key to the West Wing, the key that had haunted her thoughts, lay heavy in her hand. The cold metal was a reminder of the secrets she had uncovered. The bloodstains, the mirrors, the whispers in the chapel—they were all connected, and now that she had stepped into this world, she could not step back. She had defied Damon, defied the house, but now it was time to confront both. She was ready to face whatever came next. Bliss had spent too long trying to make sense of the house, trying to piece together its history. The truth had been right in front of her the entire time,