All Chapters of Betrothed To Six Lovers: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Lila’s P.O.VThe night did not feel the same on the way back.It wasn’t just darker—it felt… aware.Like something had shifted the moment I stepped out of Modrach’s hut. The air itself seemed to cling to me, heavy with things I could not see but somehow felt brushing against my skin, whispering at the edges of my mind.We rode in silence at first.Three horses.Three veiled figures moving through the narrow paths that led back toward Blackwood.No crown.No guards.No identity.Just shadows returning to a place that no longer felt entirely like home.The rhythm of the horse beneath me should have been comforting.Familiar.But tonight, every step it took felt too loud, too deliberate, like it was announcing our return to something that had already begun waiting.I tightened my grip on the reins.My thoughts wouldn’t settle.They kept circling back.To his voice.To his words.To the way everything had felt both unclear… and painfully precise at the same time.*A curse tied to marriage

Lila’s P.O.VThe day had been long.Too long.Court sessions always drained me, but today—it wasn’t just the endless disputes or the layered politics or the careful balance of authority and restraint.It was the watching.The feeling of being watched.It hadn’t left me since the night at Themus.Since Modrach.Since the echoes followed me home.Even now, seated at the head of the courtroom earlier, adorned in silk and power, speaking with clarity and command—I had felt it.That quiet, invisible weight.Not hostile.Not entirely.But present.Aware.Waiting.By the time the final case was dismissed and the elders had bowed themselves out, I felt it pressing harder against my chest.Like something had been building all day.And I didn’t know why.“You handled that well.”Lucian’s voice had come from beside me then—smooth, steady, familiar.I had turned to him, offering a faint smile.But it hadn’t reached my eyes.“Thank you,” I said softly.He studied me for a moment longer than usual.

Lila’s P.O.VI didn’t leave.Even after the truth sat open before me like a wound that refused to close, I didn’t move.The torn page remained where I had found it—mocking me, almost. The edges were jagged, not cleanly cut, as though whoever had taken the other half hadn’t cared about precision. Or perhaps they had been in a hurry.Or perhaps—They had known no one would ever dare to look this far.I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.The silence in the compendium pressed harder now. It wasn’t the quiet of emptiness. It was the kind that listened. The kind that waited.My fingers hovered over the page again.*Breaking the Curse.*The words felt heavier this time.Because now I knew.It wasn’t just incomplete.It had been stolen.My pulse quickened at the thought.Someone had been here.Someone who knew exactly what this book held.Someone who knew exactly what to take.And more importantly—Someone who didn’t want me to find it.A cold realization slid into my chest.“This isn’t just

Lila’s P.O.VThe words did not leave the room quietly.They settled.Heavy.Unforgiving.*“…its theft has brought instability to the realm.”*I could feel it ripple through the hall—the unease, the shifting glances, the unspoken fear threading itself into every corner of Blackwood.And for a fleeting moment—A dangerous one—I felt it too.Not as a queen.But as the one who had touched the very thing they now feared.My fingers curled slightly at my sides, nails pressing into my palms.*Hold yourself together.*The gatekeeper was not finished.His voice, though steady, carried an urgency that demanded attention.“There is more, Your Majesty,” he continued, his gaze lowering respectfully.Ma Felicia’s eyes sharpened.“Speak.”The man swallowed.“Whoever holds that missing portion…” he began carefully, “if they understand its use—if they practice what is written within—”He hesitated.The silence stretched.Then—“They can evoke spells powerful enough to wound, to curse… to plague not j

Lila’s P.O.VNothing.That was the word that had followed me back to my chambers.It clung to me like a shadow, trailing behind every step I took through the corridors, whispering at the edges of my thoughts even as the palace slowly settled into an uneasy quiet.Nothing found.Nothing proven.Nothing exposed.And yet—Everything felt wrong.I pushed the door to my quarters open with more force than necessary, the wood creaking faintly as it gave way. The familiar scent of my room—lavender, old parchment, and something distinctly *Blackwood*—wrapped around me, but it did nothing to ease the tension coiled inside my chest.I stepped in, closing the door behind me.And then—I froze.I wasn’t alone.Nico stood by the far table, half-shadowed by the dim light of the room, papers spread out before him in careful disarray. His sleeves were rolled up, his expression tight with concentration—until he looked up and saw me.“Finally,” he muttered under his breath, exhaling like he had been hol