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Lahat ng Kabanata ng Betrothed To Six Lovers: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

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Unknown Destination

Lila's P.O.VThe cold seeped us, a deep, damp chill that matched the tension. It had been some minutes since any of us spoke because of the shooting coming from scattered directions. I could also hear the sounds of Diane's windshield wipers fighting a losing battle, the rumble of the engine, and the occasional, violent buzz from my pocket."Oh Lord! Please let this just be her." I said peeping from the corner I and Ethan squatted."Ethan," I shouted, panicking as a third foot reached our back."I'm here, I'm with you." He said looking at me, his face dripping sweat and fear.The steps drew closer and we both turned our necks."Huh!" My panting stopped. It was Nico. His whole clothes were dusted and stained with blood. I was shocked at my sight."We need to hurry out of here, there's no time." He said desperately surveying around.Ethan nodded."Yes," I answered too."Where's Diane?" He asked while fixing his gun."I don't know but I see her car flashing lights over there." I said, alm

Alone

Lila's P.O.VI woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, the warm sunbeams streaming in and dancing across my face. I stretched, feeling the gentle ache in my muscles, and smiled. It had been a week since I last heard from...them. And I was finally starting to feel like myself again.I got out of bed and padded over to the kitchen to start the coffee. As I waited for it to brew, I checked my phone. No notifications. No messages. No ominous texts. Just the usual social media updates and a few emails from clients.I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I was finally safe.The past week had been a blur of activity. I'd spent most of it outdoors, hiking and exploring the woods, feeling the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair. I'd forgotten how good it felt to be free.As I sipped my coffee, I settled in at my desk and opened my laptop. Time to get back to work.I'd been working from home for two months now, and it had been a blessing. I'd started my own online company, and it wa

Ethan’s Surprise Visit

Lila's P.O.VI woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside my window, the warm sunbeams streaming in and dancing across my face. I stretched, feeling the gentle ache in my muscles, and smiled. It had been a week since I last heard from...them. And I was finally starting to feel like myself again.I got out of bed and padded over to the kitchen to start the coffee. As I waited for it to brew, I checked my phone. No notifications. No messages. No ominous texts. Just the usual social media updates and a few emails from clients.I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe I was finally safe.The past week had been a blur of activity. I'd spent most of it outdoors, hiking and exploring the woods, feeling the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair. I'd forgotten how good it felt to be free.As I sipped my coffee, I settled in at my desk and opened my laptop. Time to get back to work.I'd been working from home for two months now, and it had been a blessing. I'd started my own online company, and it wa

The Road Back

Lila's P.O.VI don’t know how long I sat on the couch after Ethan left that day, staring at the door like it might open again and he’d walk back in with that crooked smile of his. My lips still felt swollen from his kisses, my skin hot where his hands had been. I hated myself for it. Hated how easily I’d let him in—literally and everything else. One look at him standing on my porch with that bouquet of wildflowers he must’ve picked on the way, and every promise I’d made to myself crumbled like dry leaves.I didn’t sleep that night. I kept replaying it in my head: the way he’d whispered my name like it hurt him to say it, the way he’d pressed me against the wall the second the door closed, hungry and gentle at the same time. I could still smell him on my shirt—cedar and that cheap cologne he always wore. By morning I’d stripped the sheets, scrubbed my skin raw in the shower, and swore I’d never let it happen again.But two months went by and I didn’t hear from him. Not a text, not a ca

My Arrival At The Estate

Lila's P.O.VI stumbled through the underbrush, thorns snagging at my jeans like fingers trying to hold me back. My breath came in ragged gasps, burning my throat, and I could taste the metallic tang of panic on my tongue. The woods around Blackwood Estate were thicker than I remembered—denser, wilder, as if the years I'd been gone had let them reclaim everything. Moonlight filtered through the canopy in thin, silvery shafts, just enough to keep me from tripping over roots, but not enough to shake the feeling that Ethan was right behind me, his footsteps muffled by the leaves.I stopped finally, leaning against a gnarled oak, my backpack digging into my shoulder. The envelopes and flash drive inside felt like lead weights, proof of all the messes I'd left behind. My phone—damn it, no signal out here. I listened hard, heart pounding so loud it drowned out the night sounds. Crickets, an owl somewhere distant. No pounding feet, no calls of my name. Had I lost him? Or was he just waiting,

The Nerve Wrecking First Days

Lila's P.OVTwo days had passed since I returned to the Blackwood Estate, eyes turned and people gossiped from hut to house about my return. It was just distastefully annoying why they made me the topic of their discussions and businesses since I set back foot home. It wasn't easy for me, I just had live with it and shun them even when it felt hard. As I got back to my quarters and settled in, it still remained the same as old. The white cottons. The royal upholstery, and the usual smell of Blackwood serenaded everywhere. Madam Lavigne; our house keeper who had served the family for years and who was there at loyal service in my bedroom, kitchen and courtyard after my marriage to Shay was glad to receive me. Now, she had other maids whom she ordered to serve me as the queen that I was. Not long after all of these catching up, the council of elders summoned me addressing for my immediate attention. I wasn't shook; they demanded a reply for the letter I wrote them when they had decided

The Weight Of Old Stones

Lila’s P.O.VI walked to the council hall alone. No escort, no maid trailing behind with worried eyes. Just me, the gravel crunching under my boots, and the wind tugging at my cloak like it wanted to pull me back to my rooms. The estate watched. I felt it in every curtain twitch, every hushed voice that stopped when I passed. Two days home, and already I was the ghost they couldn’t stop talking about.The hall doors were heavier than I remembered. Or maybe my arms were just tired from carrying everything I hadn’t said yet. They opened without a sound—someone inside had been waiting. The air hit me first: beeswax, old smoke, and the faint iron tang that always lingered in this room, like blood remembered.The five elders sat in their half-circle behind the long oak table. Elder Harlan at the center, beard white as winter frost, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. To his right, Elder Mira, lips thin and disapproving as ever. Elder Garret beside her, fingers drumming silently on the wood—he

Proving Grounds

Lila's P.O.VI woke with a gasp, my body jerking like I'd fallen from a great height. Pain lanced through my shoulder, sharp and real, but when I reached up, there was no blood, no wound. Just sweat-soaked sheets twisted around me and the faint ache of a bruise that might have been from thrashing in my sleep. The room was dim, dawn light filtering through the heavy curtains, and Madam Lavigne was there, hovering like a shadow, her face creased with concern."My lady? Another nightmare?"I sat up slowly, heart still hammering. Shay's voice echoed in my head—impossible, close, calling my name. The crypt, the amulet, Rowan's betrayal... it had felt so vivid, every detail etched in fear. But here I was, alive, untouched. Was it a warning? A vision from the curse itself? I shook it off, forcing myself to breathe. Dreams or not, the threats were real. Rowan’s midnight meeting by the well hadn’t been imagined; Annie had seen it too."Yes," I muttered, swinging my legs over the side of the be

My Bitter Step-Mother

Lila's P.O.VThe glint in Ma Felicia's hand caught the moonlight again, sharper now that she was closer. It wasn't a dagger, not exactly—more like a slender letter opener, etched with some family crest I didn't recognize. But in her grip, it looked lethal enough. My fingers tightened around the hilt of my own hidden blade, the cool metal a small comfort against the rising panic in my chest. The garden fountain trickled on, oblivious, its soft murmur doing nothing to drown out the thud of my heart."What do you mean, 'end the uncertainty'?" I asked, keeping my voice low and steady, though every instinct screamed to run. The estate grounds felt too open suddenly, the shadows between the hedges too deep. Ma Felicia had always been a thorn in my side, ever since Father brought her home after Mother's passing—a woman with sharp eyes and sharper ambitions, all wrapped in velvet gowns and false smiles. But this? This was new. Overt. Dangerous.She tilted her head, her lips curving into a smi

Unforgiven

Lila's P.O.VRain hammered down like it was trying to drown the world, turning the path into a muddy slurry that sucked at my boots. Ma Felicia stood there, a dark silhouette against the storm, her eyes gleaming with something feral. The letter opener in her hand caught a flash of lightning, sharp and wicked. Annie gasped behind me, clutching my arm so tight it hurt."Going somewhere, dear?" Ma Felicia's voice was syrupy sweet, but underneath it was pure venom. She took a step forward, her dress plastered to her skin, hair wild like a witch from the old tales.I swallowed hard, my heart slamming against my ribs. The amulet—Shay's warning about the curse—it all clicked into place. She wasn't just meddling; she was at the center of it. "What are you doing out here, Ma Felicia? Annie saw you by the well with Rowan. With something glowing."Her laugh cut through the thunder, harsh and bitter. "Oh, the little maid? Spying again, is she? You should keep better control of your servants, Lila

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