All Chapters of The First Wife’s Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The dagger spun through the air, silver flashing in the candlelight. Olivia’s scream tore through the old theater, but the sound was swallowed by the chanting of the Mistress Circle.Then, impact.The blade struck. Ethan staggered backward, clutching his chest. Blood seeped through his shirt.“No!” Olivia cried, breaking free from the circle and rushing to him. She dropped to her knees, her hands pressing against the wound, hot and wet under her palms.Ethan’s eyes met hers. Pain flickered there, but also something else, something darker, sharper.Jessica smiled from across the circle. “It is done. The vow bleeds.”The women chanted louder. “The vow bleeds. The vow bleeds.”But then, something strange happened. Ethan didn’t collapse. His body trembled, his breath ragged, but he was still alive.Alive, but changing.Among the chanting women, one stayed still. Rachel.Rachel had always been in the background, quiet, watchful, her eyes too sad for her youth. Olivia had noticed her before

Olivia stood by the window, staring at the blur of streetlights. The house was quiet, too quiet. Ethan was still gone, taken by her father and the senator. No message had come since the note he left. Every hour that passed clawed at her nerves until she felt raw, stripped open.Then, just past midnight, the phone rang.She froze. For a moment, she thought it might be Ethan, finally calling. But the voice that answered when she lifted the receiver chilled her blood.“Twenty four hours,” Jessica said softly. “That is all you have.”Olivia’s grip tightened around the phone. “Jessica.”“Yes, Olivia,” Jessica continued, her tone calm, almost gentle, which made it worse. “You have twenty four hours to leave. Leave this city, leave Ethan, leave everything behind. If you don’t, you’ll face the reckoning.”Olivia’s mouth went dry. “What reckoning?”Jessica laughed, a sound that crawled down Olivia’s spine. “The one you’ve been running from. Don’t pretend you don’t know. The vow, the blood, th

The veil trembled in Olivia’s hands. The bloodstains looked fresh, dark against the white fabric. She tried to breathe, but every inhale felt like swallowing shards of glass. Her fingers shook as she read the note again, You have 12 hours now. The reckoning begins sooner. Her stomach turned. The threat pressed in on her like a weight, but what gnawed at her worse was the thought of Ethan. He was somewhere out there, wounded, trapped, maybe even dying. And now, time was slipping through her fingers faster than she could hold it. Thunder rumbled outside, rattling the windows. She dropped the veil onto the table, her eyes burning. “No,” she whispered. “I won’t lose him.” Olivia paced the room, trying to piece together what she knew. Jessica’s circle, the senator, her father, all of them were dangerous. But this note, this veil, felt personal. It wasn’t Jessica’s handwriting. It wasn’t her father’s cold style either. The letters were jagged, almost desperate, as though written by

The night was quiet in the neighborhood until the scream of sirens broke through the stillness. Red and blue lights painted the dark sky, flashing across rooftops and trees. Olivia stood frozen on the sidewalk, her breath catching in her throat. In front of her, flames ripped through her mother’s house.The place she grew up in was burning down.The orange fire climbed high, eating the roof, breaking windows with loud cracks. Black smoke poured out, rising like a beast roaring against the sky. The smell of smoke stung her eyes, but it wasn’t just the smoke making her cry. Memories filled her head, Christmas mornings in the living room, her mother’s laughter in the kitchen, the smell of her perfume on laundry day. All of it was going up in fire.Her hands shook as she reached out, as if she could stop it, as if she could hold on to what was gone.“Stay back, miss!” A fireman in heavy gear blocked her. “It’s not safe.”Olivia blinked, her voice cracking. “My mother… her things”“No one’

The church was black as night. The sudden loss of light left Olivia blind. Her scream had already torn through the air, echoing in the hollow space, when cold fingers wrapped tight around her arm.Her chest seized. She struggled, kicking backward, clawing at the grip.“Olivia, stop!”It was Ethan’s voice.Her panic slowed, but her breathing came out ragged. “Ethan? It’s you?”“Yes.” His voice was harsh, rushed. “Keep moving.”But when she turned to look at him, the shadows swallowed his face. His grip was too strong, too desperate. Something in his tone made her uneasy, but she forced herself to believe him.Behind them, Jessica’s laughter sliced through the dark. “You can’t hide. I’ll find you both. And when I do…” Her words broke into a chilling hum.Olivia’s body shook. Ethan pulled her forward through the narrow corridor. His cane tapped unevenly against the wooden floor.“Where are we going?” she whispered.“To the basement,” he said quickly. “It’s the only way out.”Her heart sa