The Bride They Sacrificed: Reborn To Love And Kill のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

Lisa leaned in closer to Elara, her shoulder brushing against Elara’s arm as though grounding her there, as though making sure she didn’t drift away under the weight of the room, her eyes fixed sharply on the visitors gathered across the wide, intimidating living room. Her voice dropped into a whisper, the kind meant only for secrets, and she spoke slowly, carefully, as if every word mattered.Her eyes never left the other side of the room. Her lips barely moved when she spoke...“See the people on the left?” Lisa murmured carefully. “That woman dressed like she owns half the city, the one with that permanent scowl on her face, like the world personally offended her existence or owes her?”Elara followed her gaze slowly, forcing herself not to flinch. She saw the woman immediately. There was no mistaking her. Everything about her screamed money and power without the need for flamboyance. The cut of her clothes alone whispered wealth, the jewelry she wore wasn’t big, but it was unmis

Just then, Annabel stood up.The movement itself was not loud, not dramatic in the obvious sense, yet it felt so off, so carefully timed. Everyone shifted in their seats, the instinctive reaction of an audience that sensed, deep in their bones, that whatever Annabel was about to do would not end quietly.Every eye turned toward her, drawn by the tension coiling tightly around her slim yet perfect frame.Annabel smoothed the front of her dress with trembling fingers, as if grounding herself, as if reminding everyone that she was fragile, wounded, a victim holding herself together by sheer will. Her shoulders rose as she inhaled shakily, the breath catching just enough to look unscripted, and then she began to walk slowly.Each step toward Elara felt measured, calculated, as though Annabel were counting them in her head, making sure the distance closed at exactly the right pace, slow enough to build anticipation, fast enough to keep all eyes locked on her. She wasn’t just approaching

Despite Lucian’s cold, razor-edged warning, Grace did not back down. In fact, she seemed to take it as a challenge. She let out a sharp, humorless laugh, the kind that scraped against the ears, and waved her hand dismissively as though Lucian’s words were nothing more than the buzzing of an annoying insect. Her lips curled in disdain as her gaze flicked toward Elara, slow and deliberate, judgmental, dragging her from head to toe as if she were something foul stuck to the sole of her shoe. “What in the world do you even see in her?” Grace scoffed loudly, her voice cutting through the tense silence like a blade. “Lucian, honestly, have you completely lost your mind? You married this?” She pointed straight at Elara, her finger shaking with rage and disgust. “A poor girl from nowhere. No family. No roots. No pedigree. Her background is worse than filth.” Grace’s voice rose higher, sharper with every word. “She’s not even a real child, an adopted nobody! Tell me, what right does so

Elara slowly lifted her hands to his face.As if Lucian could either shatter beneath her touch… or destroy everything in his path if she moved too fast.Carefully and gently, her palms cupped his face, warm against skin that still carried the unnatural chill of rage not yet fully extinguished. The contrast made her breath hitch for half a second, but she didn’t pull away. Her thumbs brushed along his jawline in slow, grounding strokes, tracing the tension locked there, feeling the way his muscles twitched beneath her touch like a restrained animal.His eyes were still dark... too dark.Not just shadowed, but stormy, feral, carrying remnants of something dangerous and vicious that had clawed its way to the surface only moments ago. The demons hadn’t fully retreated. They lingered behind his gaze, coiled and watching, waiting for the slightest excuse to rise again.Anyone else would have stepped back.But Elara leaned closer instead.“Lucian,” she whispered, her voice soft but unshak

“You loved the idea of him,” Elara went on. “The history. The convenience. The title. But you never loved this man.”She gestured toward Lucian without looking at him.“Because if you did,” she added quietly, “you would have noticed he wasn't interested in you the least. You are just selfish! You just care about yourself! So you don't stand here and pretend to be innocent!”Annabelle’s breathing turned ragged, her composure finally unraveling under the weight of the truth she could no longer deflect.“That’s not true,” she yelled, visibly shaking from anger now.Elara leaned in just slightly, closing the distance until her voice was low enough to feel intimate and invasive.“Then tell me... when was the last time you asked him what he wanted?”Silence! The kind that presses against your ears.Annabelle opened her mouth and closed it.No answer came.Nathan shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flicking away. Damn! His daughter-in-law is scarier than his wife. His family really knows how to