All Chapters of THE CURSED NECKLACE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The storm outside had not stopped for three days.Rain battered against the ancient windows of the estate with relentless fury, turning the world beyond the glass into a blur of silver and black. Thunder rolled through the mountains like something alive, low and hungry, shaking the walls with every distant growl.Elena stood near the fireplace in Roberto’s room, arms wrapped around herself tightly.The warmth did nothing.Ever since the dinner with his father, the whispers inside the necklace had worsened.Not louder.Closer.Sometimes she swore she could feel breath against her ear.Sometimes she woke in the middle of the night convinced someone had been standing beside the bed watching her sleep.And Roberto…Roberto had become unbearable to be around.Distant.He barely spoke now. Barely looked at her. He disappeared for hours into parts of the estate she wasn’t allowed to enter and returned looking exhausted, shadows bruising the skin beneath his eyes.Like something was slowly te

The silence between them lasted too long.Too heavy.Roberto still stood inches away from her, one hand gripping her arm hard enough to keep her grounded, his breathing uneven from the argument. Thunder rolled beyond the windows, casting brief silver light across the sharp planes of his face.But Elena barely saw him anymore.Because the voice inside the necklace had gone quiet.Waiting.“What did it say?” Roberto asked again, lower this time.Elena swallowed.His eyes searched hers with dangerous intensity, like he was trying to see inside her mind before something else did.She should tell him.She knew she should.But something cold slithered through her chest suddenly.Instinct.No.Not instinct.The voice.A whisper against the back of her thoughts.“Do not.”Her lips parted slightly.And to her horror, the urge to obey felt natural.“It was nothing,” she said quietly.The lie landed badly.Roberto’s expression darkened instantly.“You are a terrible liar.”“I said it was nothing

The mirror in the east wing would not stop bleeding.Dark crimson slid slowly down the cracked silver surface in thick uneven streaks, dripping steadily onto the marble floor beneath it. Candlelight reflected through the blood in distorted patterns that made the entire corridor feel alive.No one moved.Servants stood several feet away whispering prayers beneath trembling breaths while guards avoided looking directly at the glass.Elena remained beside Roberto near the doorway, arms folded tightly across herself against the unnatural cold spreading through the hall.The necklace pulsed faintly beneath her shirt.Watching.Then—Roberto’s reflection moved.Not him.The reflection.Elena’s breath caught sharply.Roberto had gone still too.In the mirror, his reflected self slowly lifted its head a second later than the real movement.And smiled.A servant whimpered.The sound snapped something inside Roberto instantly.He grabbed a nearby chair and drove it violently into the glass.The

Milan was freezing.Rain hammered endlessly against the hotel windows overlooking the city while Roberto stood motionless beneath scalding water, one hand braced against the marble shower wall as steam curled thickly around him.It wasn’t helping.Nothing was helping.The bond had become unbearable since leaving the estate.At first it felt like restlessness.Then irritation.Now—it felt physical.Like something inside him kept clawing toward Elena no matter how far away he went.Roberto shut his eyes tightly as water streamed down his face.And immediately made the mistake of thinking about her again.Elena asleep in his bed.Elena’s hair spread against dark sheets.Elena looking up at him with anger and fear and trust tangled together in those impossible eyes.His breathing deepened sharply.Pathetic.He should have been thinking about the ports.The shipments.The men trying to dismantle years of control.Instead he couldn’t stop imagining Elena beneath him.The thought hit violen

The silence after Dante hit the door felt unnatural.Heavy.The shattered wood creaked softly beneath him while Elena stood frozen near the fireplace, chest rising unevenly as horror crawled slowly across her face.She hadn’t done that.At least—she didn’t think she had.Dante pushed himself upright carefully, one hand pressed against his ribs while disbelief flickered through his expression.“Elena…”Before she could answer, the bedroom door opened.Mr. Francesco stepped inside calmly.Like he had expected chaos.His sharp gaze moved first to the broken door.Then Dante.Then Elena standing pale and shaken in the middle of Roberto’s room.A long silence followed.Then slowly—disappointment settled across his face.“Well,” he murmured coldly. “I didn’t realize you were this type of girl.”Elena blinked in confusion.“What?”His eyes swept over the room meaningfully.Roberto’s bed.Dante shirtless.The broken door.Humiliation hit her instantly.“No—that’s not what—”“Unfortunately,”