All Chapters of The Bride They Sacrificed: Reborn To Love And Kill: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

One Week Later The Hale mansion had not known a single moment of peace for the past two days. Not because tragedy had struck or because danger lingered. But because every single person inside the estate had collectively reached the same terrifying conclusion... Elara Hale was now the most delicate, precious, overprotected human being alive. And it was slowly driving her insane. “No, no, no ..don’t carry that.” “Elara, sit down first.” “Why are you walking so fast?” “The doctor said you need rest.” “Elara, give it to me.” “Elara... careful!” "Madam... watch your steps please. Walk slower." By the fourth interruption that afternoon alone, Elara finally dropped her forehead dramatically against the dining table with a loud groan. “Oh my God,” she complained miserably, her voice muffled against the polished wood. “I am pregnant, not terminally ill. Please, give me a break!” Around the table, several heads immediately turned toward her. Lucian, who sat beside her reviewing a

The driver nodded frantically through tears. “They didn’t do anything… please… Mr. Hale...” And for the briefest moment, something shifted behind Lucian’s eyes. Because suddenly, against his own will, he thought of Elira. Her smile. The car finally came to a stop in front of a massive abandoned warehouse hidden far beyond the city limits, isolated enough that no one would hear screams if they echoed through the night. Rain had started sometime during the drive, pouring steadily now, washing over the rusted steel exterior and dripping from the edges of the roof in heavy streams. Thunder rumbled faintly in the distance, low and ominous, while the headlights illuminated cracked concrete stained by years of neglect. The entire place looked dead... cold, forgotten, and dangerous. One of Lucian’s men rushed forward the second the vehicle stopped, quickly opening the back door with an umbrella. “Sir.” Lucian stepped out without responding. The night air carried the scent of rai

The Vaughn mansion had never felt this cold before. Not because of the weather outside. The marble floors were still polished to perfection. The chandeliers still glowed with golden light. Servants still moved quietly through the hallways with lowered heads. But something inside the mansion had changed. Humiliation had settled into the walls like rot. For the first time in years, the Vaughn family had become the subject of whispers among the elite. Not admiration or fear. But mockery. The hospital incident from a week ago had spread through high society faster than wildfire. Every businessman, every socialite, every wealthy family in the city had heard about it. They all knew how Lucian and the Hale family publicly humiliated the Vaughns. How he and his family stood in front of Elara like a shield. How security had thrown the Vaughns out of the hospital in front of everyone. Like unwanted trash. And worst of all? Nobody defended them. Nobody pitied them. Because deep down,

As usual... the Hale mansion was lively as ever Soft music drifted quietly through the kitchen while Elara stood barefoot beside the marble counter, slowly slicing strawberries into neat pieces. The oversized black sweater hanging from her frame belonged to Lucian, the sleeves so long they nearly swallowed her hands completely. Her hair was loosely tied back, a few soft strands falling around her face every now and then. She was living the best of life. Indeed, fate gave her another chance of happiness after her rebirth. Every couple of seconds, she glanced toward the living room... Toward him. Lucian sat on the large cream-colored sofa with a laptop resting open on his lap, one arm lazily stretched across the backrest. On the surface, he looked focused, like the cold and powerful CEO everyone feared. But in reality? He had barely read a single sentence on the screen for the last ten minutes. His attention kept drifting back to her. Always back to her. His wife, his w

Lucian had never driven this fast in his entire life. The city became nothing more than a blur of distorted lights outside the windshield, streaks of red and white smearing across his vision like blood dragged through rain. The engine roared violently beneath him, the sound so aggressive it almost drowned out the chaos inside his own head. He didn’t care about the traffic or the police sirens behind him. He had only one agenda now and that's all he cared about. His hands were locked around the steering wheel with such terrifying force that the veins along his forearms stood out sharply beneath his skin, his knuckles pale and rigid like stone. Every second felt unbearable and every breath felt wrong. His chest burned with something far worse than panic... Rage. Pure, uncontrollable rage. The image would not leave him alone. The fucking accident which have been tormenting him for days. But worst of all— the way Elara’s hand had instinctively gone to her stomach when she was to