Semua Bab LOVE ME LIKE A CURSE: Bab 31 - Bab 40

The Hidden Order of D'Aragon Enterprises --- The corridors of Aragon Enterprises did not sleep when the clock struck six. To outsiders, the building was a cathedral of glass and steel—gleaming with late-night ambition, humming with fluorescent lights, alive with the thrum of productivity. But those who worked the late shift knew better. Not all were told why the elevators kept running long after the city outside fell quiet. Not all questioned why certain names never returned to the morning roster. Most were too tired, too naïve, or too spellbound by the allure of a paycheck and prestige to notice the truth. The rules, of course, had always been there. Posted in the company handbook like harmless formalities, tucked in between clauses about dress code and professionalism. *No silver accessories. *Keep your neck bare. Minimal jewelry only. Most employees had laughed at those at first. A quirky, eccentric rule from a centuries-old company with an archaic reputation hidden i

--- The first hour passed in quiet rhythm. Pages to sort, names to type, numbers to double-check. Mrs. Heidi appeared just after nine, heels striking the polished marble floor. A string of pearls graced her throat. She carried a binder tucked beneath one arm, and when she glanced our way, her eyes flicked over me like a scanner. “Miss Vale,” she said, her voice crisp but not unkind. “Settling in, I hope?” “Yes, ma’am,” I answered quickly, straightening in my chair. My voice sounded small in the expanse of the office floor. Her mouth twitched into the faintest smile, though it carried no warmth. “Good. Efficiency is noticed here, Miss Vale. And inefficiency is… remembered.” With that, she clicked past us, her heels echoing long after she disappeared into her office. Maya let out a low whistle once Mrs. Lanchester was out of earshot. “Don’t worry, she terrifies everyone. Even the senior staff.” “I believe it,” I murmured, exhaling the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been

Setting : Old Elder Vampire Court ___ :THE BLOODLIT CAVERN ************************************************ [> **“Veythur drak’shael, Eldreth morûn varthas! Ixthar velûm shaelor, thren’dral ossar vey’nath. Crescendath Oth’yr, dravûn ixthir vel shaen, draegor velûn, mortha ixthar, thalos verûn. Kael’vorr ixthar! Seythar draegor veythral ossûn, morûn kaethra, shalûm verath, ixthir naxthir evarûn. Ysoldeh aeth’ryn vel shaen, naethra veythral, tharos’kai veruun, ossar valûm, draegor shaelor. Crescendath Oth’yr ixthar sevelûn! Veythral shaen draegor, mortha ixthar vey’ruun, serath valen draegor, shaen ixthar valûm!**] --- [“Children and elders of fang and shadow, mark this day! The hour of the Crescent Oath is upon us. No longer do we whisper of prophecy in hidden corners—tonight, we stand as one blood, bound to the old law, Tonight, all bloodlines bend beneath the ancient covenant, and none shall turn aside. The hand that draws the rune is no mortal’s hand

--- Elias grabbed two plates from the cabinet and set them on the counter with a soft clink. “Alright, Sleeping Beauty’s feast is almost ready. I just hope she shows up before we start eating.” He leaned on the counter, arms crossed, watching her work with exaggerated interest. “I swear, you could win awards just for the drama you put into cooking. Every stir is like choreography.” Rhea rolled her eyes. “You’re just jealous ,you don’t have that kind of grace. Look at you, hovering over the salad like a lost tourist.” “I’m inspecting it for quality control,” he said solemnly, tapping a leaf with a finger. “Can’t let anyone slip subpar lettuce past me. You know the rules.” “You and your rules,” Rhea muttered, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “If Bella were awake, she’d probably groan at us both.” Elias grinned at the thought. “She’d definitely groan. Or give me that weird side-eye that melts my soul into panic mode. I mean, who gave her that look anyway? Genetic curse or

Dear Reader, Thank you for your time in reading this letter and for taking a moment to step into the world of Love Me Like a Curse, a story I have poured my heart into. I know your time is precious, and the fact that you’ve chosen to spend it reading this book—even for just a few chapters—is something I do not take lightly. --- If you’re reading this book—or have wandered through its pages up to this point—first, I want to thank you. Truly. Thank you for stepping into the world I’ve lived in fantasy, breathed, and written into every chapter. Writing this story has been a journey of echoes, memories, and brushstrokes, and to see someone walking beside Arabella as she navigates her tangled, sometimes painful, sometimes intoxicating reality—it is a gift I cannot understate. From the quiet corners of her apartment to the distant murmurs of a world she does not yet understand, your eyes have followed her, your mind has felt her hesitation, her longing, her hunger. You have lived a p