บททั้งหมดของ Cursed To Love You: บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Cassian’s POVThe whispers never stopped.Every hallway I walked through in the academy carried them like smoke that clung to my clothes, seeping into every breath. Sometimes they were nothing more than sharp intakes of breath, hushed laughter muffled behind hands, or the scraping shuffle of shoes when I passed. Other times, they weren’t whispers at all, they were daggers, thrown carelessly and meant to cut deep.“The silver-haired girl again?”“She’s pretty much human…what’s he even thinking?”“Cassian’s soft. He’ll ruin his family’s name for her.”“The first Devereux to succumb to a woman’s charm. How weak.” Some snickered.Each word grated against my skin like claws. They thought I didn’t hear, but I always heard. My senses were too sharp not to.And worse, Drasa heard too.She never said it out loud, but I saw it in the way her shoulders hunched a little tighter when she walked down the hall, the way her silver hair caught too much attention and made her stand out in all the ways

Drasa’s POVI resumed work with a knot in my stomach, the kind of tension that had followed me since the threats began. I hadn’t told Andra or Maya about them, not directly, but they must have sensed something, because from the moment I stepped out of the house they were glued to my side. At school they were glued to my side. I’m pretty sure I saw Maya bare her fangs at one of the guys on the football team. Like overprotective shadows. They were everywhere.By the time we got to the bar, I was already exhausted from their chatter. They bickered over music in the car, argued about who should carry my bag, and once inside, drew looks just by existing. Everyone noticed them. Their presence was impossible to ignore, two radiant storms crashing into my quiet shift. Especially Andra, the crowd literally parted to make a way for her to pass.I barely had time to adjust my apron when Gabriel swooped in.“You’ve got some nerve.” he grumbled, his voice low but sharp. His eyes swept over me lik

Cassian’s POVThe palace was suffocating. Not in the sense of its towering walls or its echoing halls layered in age-old history, but in the way it stifled me the moment I walked through its elevated archways. Everything here was designed to remind you of your place, marble pillars, tapestries embroidered with the victories of Alpha kings past, portraits of rulers lost to time and guards positioned like statues with spears in hand.And none of it impressed me.None.Instead, I felt repulsed by it all.I strode down the corridor, boots striking hard against the polished floor, drawing more attention than I cared for. The courtiers who lingered on the sides, whispering and trading gossip like desperate beggars, stilled at my approach. I could feel their eyes following me, weighing my presence, wondering why I, Cassian Devereux, son of Lucien, had chosen today to disrupt the rhythm of their carefully controlled little world.I wasn’t here to be polite.The massive double doors that led t

Cassian’s POVThe cell door creaked open, iron against stone echoing through the corridor like a bitter reminder of my two weeks of confinement. Apparently my room was too much of a luxury so a dungeon cell was better in my father’s opinion. The stale air clung to my skin, and the thick scent of mold followed me as I stepped out into the dim light. Two weeks locked away under my father’s wrath, two weeks to replay every single misstep that had brought me here. He hadn’t needed to chain me or threaten me with anything worse than silence but my father relished the torment so he opted for the silver chains instead, only they were laced with wolfsbane.Yet as I walked free, shoulders straight and head high, I carried no shame. Not anymore. I had endured, and I knew what I wanted.Drasa.Her name rang in my head like a vow. I hadn’t broken under my father’s punishment because of her. Because of the memory of her standing tall despite the whispers, despite the venom dripping from the mouths

Cassian’s POVIt took my father a week to summon me. It was another one of his power plays, he drags his feet hoping the wait would unnerve the people beneath him. I was glad for the wait honestly, it gave me enough time to prepare for whatever he had planned.I stood before the twin wooden doors awaiting his orders. The last thing I wanted was another confinement. I knew even before stepping through the oak doors that this was not going to be a conversation, but an execution in words.“Come in.” His voice said muffled.I pushed open the doors and stepped through. A guard stationed outside closed them behind me.He sat behind his massive desk eyes gleaming with the kind of cold hunger they always had. A parchment lay stretched before him, a series of names and dates inked in precise strokes. His hand rested over the page.“Cassian” he said. “Sit.” he ordered.I obeyed.He didn’t waste time. “I’ve received… troubling reports. About the girl.” He started.Drasa. He rarely used her nam