Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Bride They Sacrificed: Reborn To Love And Kill: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

Felt the tension coil in his body like a restrained beast clawing for release. Her panic surged. She turned to look at Lucian, and the sight of him stole the breath from her lungs. His eyes were dark. Not just angry. But dangerous. He stood perfectly still, but it was the stillness of a predator deciding when to strike. She knew that look. She had seen glimpses of it before. This was the bridge. And he was standing right at the edge of letting his demons loose. Around them, whispers erupted. “Oh my God…” “Do they know each other?” “How does she have two men like that fighting over her?” “That’s insane…” Some stared in awe... Some are envious. Some in pure fascination. Elara ignored all of them. If only they knew what was about to happen. Her heart pounded violently as she reached for Lucian’s hand, gripping it tightly, grounding herself through him even as she tried to ground him. “Lucian,” she pleaded softly, stepping closer. “Let’s go. Please.” But he didn’t move.

There was silence. But Elara didn’t let the silence press in on her anymore. “The manager’s daughter saw everything,” Elara continued hurriedly, her voice trembling faster now, like a dam cracking under pressure. “She is a teenager and tried to defend him. Said I was being dramatic. Said I was causing trouble.” Her lips pressed together as tears blurred her vision, threatening to spill. So I slapped her too. I made sure to put her in her place. “And then… then Adrian came.” She finally dared to glance at Lucian. His face was unreadable. A mask of control pulled tight over something dark and volatile beneath. “I swear to you,” she said urgently, turning fully toward him now, desperation flooding her chest, “I don’t know that man. I don’t know why he was saying those things. He ordered a drink like any other customer, and then he started talking like we’d met before.” Her breath hitched painfully. “He gives me creepy vibes, Lucian,” she admitted, her voice dropping, hone

If looks could kill, Lucian would've been buried six feet under already, funeral planned by morning, and celebrated over his death in the evening. Grandma Hale, who had been seated in her favorite armchair, rose slowly to her feet, leaning heavily on her cane. The sound of the cane tapping against the floor echoed like a final verdict. Lucian instinctively straightened, his spine rigid, shoulders squared. His Grandma was the only person who would always bow in front of her. She had always doted on him. From scraped knees to teenage rebellions, from broken hearts to reckless ambition, Lucian had always been her golden grandson. The one she defended even when he was wrong. The one she believed carried both strength and kindness in equal measure. But now... Her gaze settled on him. And something inside his chest sank. Disappointment! Pure, heavy, and unmistakable disappointment. "Lucian Hale," she said quietly, which somehow hurt more than shouting ever could, "I ne

Her shoulders heaved as sobs tore out of her, raw and unfiltered, the kind that came from somewhere too deep to stop, the kind that rattled her bones and stole her breath and made her knees feel weak. The sound ripped through the room like a crack of thunder. Conversation died instantly... Laughter choked off... The air froze mid-breath... Every single head slowly turned toward Lucian again. And here we go again... Their eyes burned with accusation. If looks could kill, Lucian Hale would have been six feet under before he could blink. Seraphina’s hand flew to her mouth, horror flashing across her face as she took a step forward, already preparing to unleash absolute destruction. Nathan’s jaw clenched, his posture not calm anymore, his eyes narrowing at him. Felix’s brows shot up. “Oh hell no—” Even Lisa, who had been leaning lazily against the Elara with an amused smile moments ago, pushed off sharply, her expression turning lethal. They looked like they want

The moment the bedroom door closed behind them, the world fell silent. Lucian felt something inside him lock. Like a bolt sliding into place. No one else gets past this door. That was for sure, and for whatever he had in mind. The noise died instantly with the door closed, but his vigilance didn't. He hoped his family would allow him to spend some free time with his wife. 'They don't get to look at you like that. They don't get to think they know you. Only I have that privilege.' He thought possessively. He barely moved away from the door before his hands were on Elara, his palms framing her face with an urgency that bordered on desperation, like he needed to ground himself, like he needed to see her up close to reassure himself that she was real. That she was here. That nothing and no one had followed them into this space they had claimed as theirs. His thumbs brushed beneath her eyes, gentle, almost reverent, as if checking for tears that were no longer there but still haunte