All Chapters of Betrothed To Six Lovers: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Lila's P.O.VI could not sleep after Madam Lavinge left my chambers.The joined pages of the cursed book lay spread before me across the velvet sheets, the candlelight trembling over the old ink like the words themselves were breathing. My fingers rested against the edge of the paper, but I did not dare touch the center again. Every time I read those lines, it felt as though the estate listened.Outside my windows, Blackwood groaned beneath the night wind.The walls had started making sounds lately. Low, strained noises. Like something ancient shifting beneath stone.I sat upright against the headboard, wrapped in a dark robe, staring at the final lines Modrach had once spoken to me.One choice will save you for time to come.The other will save you for a lifetime.At first, they had sounded like riddles meant to torment me.Now I understood.And the understanding terrified me more than the mystery ever had.I lowered my eyes back to the joined pages.The curse was not merely tied to

Lila's P.O.VThe morning I decided to drag Silas Graves to court, I did not feel victorious.I felt hollow.The kind of hollow that sat behind the ribs and breathed with you. The kind that made revenge feel less like justice and more like survival.Madam Lavinge helped me fasten the dark buttons of my gown while I stood before the mirror in silence. The palace servants moved carefully around me that morning, speaking in whispers, avoiding my eyes as though they could already feel the storm waiting beyond the walls of Blackwood.I looked thinner.Harder.There was something colder in my face now.The woman staring back at me no longer looked like the girl who once stood on a cliff surrounded by six men promising forever.That woman had died long ago.“Your carriage is ready,” Madam Lavinge said softly behind me.I nodded.Then I picked up the duplicate copy of my father’s will from the table beside me.The paper felt heavier than iron.My fingers tightened around it.“This ends today,”

Lila VossThat night, the ritual began, Blackwood stopped feeling like a home.It breathed differently.The walls groaned with strange sounds deep within them, like something trapped beneath the estate was waking slowly after years of silence. Chandeliers trembled without wind. Portraits tilted on their own. Doors opened and shut somewhere far down the corridors though no servants walked them.The mansion was alive again.And this time, it was angry.Rain battered the windows violently while thunder rolled across the skies above Blackwood. I stood at the center of my chambers staring at the storm beyond the glass, my reflection pale against the darkness outside.My chest felt tight.Not from fear alone.From knowing.Something had finally started.A knock came at my doors.Before I could answer, Madam Lavinge entered quickly.Her face alone told me enough.“It has begun,” she whispered.The words settled into my bones like cold iron.I turned fully toward her. “How?”“The binding circ

Lila’s P.O.VEveryone looked at me, my voice shook.“I can end all of this myself.”Serena smirked. “Can you?”I ignored her.My thoughts spiraled violently now.Kill them.Kill the lovers.Kill the betrayal.Kill the curse.Would it finally bring peace?Or would it only leave me emptier than before?Then another thought came.Trust one last time.Julian.The name still lived quietly somewhere inside me despite everything. The only one who truly resisted the curse.The only one Ethan admitted never wanted to use me.But he was gone.Gone when everything collapsed.Gone when I buried my children.Gone when I needed someone beside me.Was I unser a spell, I cannot be rethinking this. “Hell no!” Love no longer felt safe enough to choose.That left the final option.Me.Die willingly.End Blackwood forever from her curse which no one was aware of. My chest tightened painfully at the thought.Would my mother approve?Would my children wait for me somewhere beyond all this suffering?Would

Lila VossTwo weeks later after the mourning of Madam Lavinge. It was already few hours to dawn. That morning, Blackwood became so quiet, and it felt unnatural to me.For years, the estate had breathed like a living creature around us. The walls groaned at midnight. The corridors whispered. Doors opened on their own. Shadows lingered too long in corners. Even silence inside Blackwood had always felt haunted and everyone went about their personal lives once the sun began rising.But after Madam Lavinge sacrificed herself…everything stopped.No whispers. No shifting hallways. No cold breathing behind locked doors.The curse was gone. I stood by the balcony of my chambers watching dawn pour slowly over Blackwood’s cliffs. The skies looked clearer than I had ever seen them before. Even the mist that usually wrapped around the mountains had faded into something softer. The estate no longer felt hungry. It finally felt dead or maybe free. The wind brushed gently against my face as I stared at