All Chapters of Betrothed To Six Lovers: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Lila's P.O.VI stared at Madam Lavinge like the room had suddenly tilted beneath my feet.The storm outside had grown heavier. Rain struck against the tall windows in restless bursts while thunder rolled somewhere above Blackwood’s towers. The fire in my chambers crackled softly, but it did nothing to warm the cold spreading through my body.Madam Lavinge remained standing near the window, her hands folded before her apron, her expression carved from years of silence and secrets.“The curse did not only choose you,” she had said.Those words would not leave my head.I rose slowly from the edge of the bed, my knees weak beneath me.“What does that mean?” I whispered again.Madam Lavinge looked at me for a long while before answering. Almost as if she were deciding how much truth I could survive in one night.Then she sighed.“When your mother was alive, Blackwood was still stable. There were whispers of greed inside the family, yes, but nothing like this. Your father loved Eleanor deep

Lila's P.O.VI never knew silence could scream this loudly.It sat in the corners of my room like a living thing, breathing with me, staring at me, swallowing every sound I tried to make. Even the palace felt different that night. Blackwood had always been cold, but this… this was something else entirely.This was grief.Raw.Ugly.Rotting.I sat on the floor beside my bed still wearing the same dress from earlier, my corset loosened halfway by one of the maids before I sent everybody away. My hair had fallen apart completely, strands sticking to my damp cheeks. I could not even remember the last time I blinked properly.Lucas.Shayla.My boys.Their faces would not stop flashing through my head.I kept seeing Shayla’s tiny fingers tugging my sleeves asking if Lucian would bring her gifts when he returned. I kept hearing Lucas laughing over some dry joke that made absolutely no sense but made him laugh so hard he snorted.And now…Gone.My stomach twisted violently.I bent forward clu

Lila's P.O.VThe postman smelled like dust, sweat and old paper.That was the first thing I noticed when the guards finally allowed him into my quarters.He bowed awkwardly the moment he entered, clutching his cowboy hat against his chest while Madam Lavinge stood watchfully near the door. The guards remained outside after I dismissed them.“My queen,” he greeted breathlessly. “Message from Master Nico Rivers.”My chest tightened immediately.“Give it to me.”He stepped forward carefully and handed me a brown package sealed with dark wax. My fingers trembled slightly as I took it from him. Nico’s handwriting sat sharply across the front.For Queen Lila Voss Blackwood. Privately.Madam Lavinge noticed the way my hands shook.“Would you like him dismissed?” she asked quietly.“Yes.”The postman bowed again quickly before backing away toward the door. Before leaving, he glanced around my chambers nervously like he feared Blackwood itself might swallow him whole.Truthfully, I understood

Lila's P.O.VA young servant came running toward us breathlessly.“The kitchens!” he shouted. “The food stores—everything spoiled!”“What?” another maid gasped.The servant nodded frantically. “Rotten overnight! All of it!”Fear exploded through the hall again.My stomach twisted.Poison.Another attempt.Or worse.The estate itself destroying provisions.Ma Felicia watched the reactions carefully.Too carefully.Then I noticed it.The brief glance she exchanged with Serena.Tiny.Almost invisible.But there.They knew more than they were saying.Far more.I stepped closer to them slowly.“If anything happens to my people,” I said coldly, “I will burn every secret this palace holds to the ground.”Serena smiled faintly. “Then Blackwood will burn with you.”The hallway fell silent.My chest rose sharply.Madam Lavinge suddenly appeared from behind the crowd.“My queen,” she said urgently. “Come with me.”I looked at her immediately.Something in her expression told me not to argue.Wit

Lila’s P.O.VEthan slowly sank into one of the chairs like his body could no longer carry the weight of guilt.“I know I’m an unworthy man,” he whispered hoarsely. “I know there’s probably nothing left in me worth forgiving.”My eyes stung.“But somewhere,” he continued, “I hoped the version of you I knew in college still existed. The girl with the tender heart who used to forgive people even when they didn’t deserve it.”I looked away immediately.Because that girl felt dead now.Blackwood had buried her beside my children.Ethan rubbed a hand tiredly over his face before speaking again.“There’s something else you deserve to know.”I slowly looked back at him.His expression shifted strangely.Not guilt this time.Regret.“Julian never accepted the curse the way the rest of us did.”My chest tightened instantly, I felt shocked.Ethan nodded faintly like he expected my reaction.“He was the only one who refused to hurt you for power.”Silence.I stared at him carefully. The words lan