All Chapters of THE WIFE'S REVENGE: BETRAYAL IN BLOOD: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ten years flew by in the blink of an eye. Alexander was now a handsome, intelligent boy of ten years old. He had inherited his father's sharp instincts and his mother's kind heart. He was being trained in secret, learning combat, strategy, and the history of their world. He was the perfect heir. Life was perfect. We ruled with absolute power, and peace reigned over the entire territory. But peace... is often just the calm before the storm. One afternoon, while Ivan was away on business, I was in the main hall reviewing some documents when Marco rushed in, looking pale and panicked. "Madam! We have a problem!" "What is it, Marco?" I asked calmly, not looking up. "Did the border guards report something?" "Worse, Madam," Marco swallowed hard. "There is a man at the gate. He claims... he claims to be from the Royal Main Family. He says he is your uncle." My hand froze on the pen. "My uncle?" I stood up slowly. The blood in my veins turned ice cold. "I don't have any family left

Ivan slammed his hand on the table, making the heavy oak crack beneath his palm. "Let them try!" he roared, his voice shaking the walls. "I will rip their hearts out before they even get close to my son! Anyone who dares to touch Alexander will die a death worse than eternal suffering!" The room went silent, all the leaders lowering their heads in fear. They knew their King was not speaking as a man anymore; he was speaking as a protective beast. "Calm down, Ivan," I whispered, placing my hand over his. My touch seemed to cool his rage slightly. "We cannot fight them if we don't know who they are. We need information." "I have already sent Marco and the best men to infiltrate their ranks," Ivan said, grinding his teeth. "But they are like ghosts. They leave no trace. But I promise you, Elena... by the end of this week, I will know every single one of them. And I will burn them all." Three days passed in tense silence. Security was tightened to the maximum. No one entered or left

The journey to the Old Castle took hours. We traveled in an armored convoy, but even inside the car, the air felt thick with tension. Alexander slept peacefully in my arms, unaware that we were moving into the very heart of history and danger. When we finally arrived, the sun was beginning to rise, casting long shadows against the stone walls. The Castle was massive. Built on top of a cliff, it looked like it was carved directly from the mountain itself. Tall towers pierced the sky, and thick walls made of grey stone stood strong against the wind. It was ancient, silent, and full of secrets. "It's... huge," I whispered, stepping out of the car. "This place has stood for over a thousand years," Ivan said, walking beside me and holding my hand. "My ancestors built it. It is protected by magic older than any religion, older than any law. No enemy can find it easily, and no weapon can break its walls." As we walked through the huge iron gates, I felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"I am going to kill you all. Slowly. Painfully." Ivan’s voice was not human. It was a sound that came from the deepest abyss, vibrating in the bones of everyone present. He stood up, holding my limp body in one arm as if I weighed nothing. His aura exploded outward, turning the air itself black and red. The ground cracked beneath his feet. The enemies who were charging forward stopped instantly, frozen in absolute terror. Even Malakor, the leader of the Cult, took a step back. His confident smirk was gone, replaced by genuine fear. "Seize him!" Malakor shouted, but his voice shook. "Kill him before he awakens the forbidden power!" The Cult members rushed forward, screaming, weapons raised. Ivan didn't even look at them. He just swung his free hand. An invisible wave of force sliced through the air. In an instant, the dozen men closest to us were cut in half. Blood sprayed like rain, painting the grey stones red. They didn't even have time to scream. "Monster!" Malakor shrieke

The journey to the Temple of Shadows took us to the most forbidden place in the region—a deep valley shrouded in perpetual mist, where the sun never seemed to shine. We traveled in silence. Ivan, Alexander, and I, accompanied by Marco and our most elite guards. But as we got closer to the temple, the air grew so heavy and oppressive that even the strongest warriors were struggling to breathe. "This place reeks of death," Marco muttered, gripping his rifle tighter. "My Lord, maybe I should go in first with the men." "No," Ivan shook his head, his eyes fixed on the dark structure ahead. "This is our fight. Our destiny. Stay close to us." The Temple was not made of stone or concrete. It looked like it was carved out of a single piece of black obsidian, shaped like a giant claw reaching up to the sky. Symbols of suffering and darkness were carved all over the walls. And standing at the entrance, waiting for us, was a line of hooded figures. But they were not guards. They were the rem