All Chapters of The Bride I Used to Be: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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. The air in the room was heavy, thick with the tension that had been building ever since she first stepped foot into Blackwood Manor. The house was alive wi

The walls of Blackwood Manor felt like they were closing in on Bliss. Every step she took seemed to echo through the house, every breath she drew felt like it was shared with the walls themselves. The house had tried to claim her, and Damon had tried to break her. But no matter how tightly they gripped her, no matter how many layers of secrets they buried her under, she would not be a prisoner any longer. She had learned the truth. The house was not just a building, it was alive. It had a consciousness, a presence that fed on fear, that fed on the very people who walked through its doors. And Damon, the man she had once believed to be her captor, was just another puppet of the house’s will. The truth was clear now: The house had trapped them both, and it was time to break free. Her heart was steady as she made her way through the dark corridors, her mind focused on the task ahead. She had no time to hesitate. Every moment she spent in the house, the stronger it became. The mirrors,

The West Wing felt colder than it ever had before. Bliss stood at the center of the room, the air thick with the weight of what was about to unfold. Damon’s presence loomed over her like a dark cloud, his power tangible, pressing in on every side. She could feel the house vibrating with the same tension, as if it too was holding its breath. Damon had always controlled her, always kept her in line with threats and manipulation. But she was done with that. She had come too far, seen too much. She wasn’t going to stand here and let him break her. Not anymore. Bliss’s eyes flickered to the mirror across the room. The reflection stared back at her with eyes that weren’t hers—eyes filled with doubt, filled with the remnants of fear. She had stared into the glass before, but this time, the reflection seemed more like a warning. A part of her wanted to turn away, to step back from the truth the mirror held, but she knew she couldn’t. The house, the mirrors, Damon—they all had one thing in

Bliss could feel the weight of the house’s grip tightening around her as she moved through the darkened hallways. Each step she took felt like a step deeper into its heart, its power pressing against her from all sides. The manor, with its cold stone walls and ancient secrets, had always felt oppressive, but now it felt alive, aware of her every move, watching her every breath. She had confronted Damon, she had defied him, but that was only the beginning. The house, with all its twisted power, was still standing, still watching her. It would not let her go without a fight, and she knew she had to be ready. But she didn’t know how much longer she could fight it. Every corner of Blackwood Manor seemed to hold a piece of its dark past, and every time she uncovered a new secret, it felt like the house pushed back harder, trying to reclaim her. The key to the West Wing was still in her hand, and she could feel its weight, a reminder of everything she had learned, everything she had unco

Bliss stood at the threshold of Blackwood Manor, her heart racing as she stared at the sprawling estate before her. The fog that had so often shrouded the house had begun to lift, but the weight in her chest remained. Damon’s words still echoed in her mind. The house doesn’t forget. It doesn’t let go. But she had made her choice. She was done being afraid. The house had controlled her, had tried to break her, but she had broken free. The door had closed behind her. She hadn’t looked back. Not even once. She stepped onto the path that led away from the manor, the chill of the morning air biting at her skin. The feeling of liberation was intoxicating, but there was a deep, unsettling silence surrounding her. It was as though the house was holding its breath, waiting for her to fall, to turn back. The mansion loomed behind her, dark and foreboding, its windows like empty eyes watching her every movement. For the first time, it felt truly foreign, like the world outside was no longer