All Chapters of Curse Of Tethys, Hellblades Series Part 3 of 3: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Kayhan’s POVI couldn’t bargain because I was completely out of my depth.A true bargain requires leverage, and the moment I refused the demon its initial demand, I realized I lost all of it.Tethys did not negotiate; he simply took my refusal as an insult, stripped away my leverage, and rewrote the terms by force.The school books clearly warned about the cunning of demons, how could I had been so stupid?The shadowmagic did not become my reward as planned, but a brand of ownership. I hadn’t bought power; I was being infected with it.“It is too late to back out now,” the demon said with that unnatural, triumphant grin. “You are mine. Besides, you humans think you are so smart, don’t you? Well, I have been around longer than this. You cannot fool me, boy.”The demon chuckled, and the cold seeped deep into my bones. I felt it in every muscle, as if the very air around the ritual chamber had turned on me. My shoulders tensed involuntarily.The stone walls of the tower seemed to close i

Manolya’s POVThe charity ball was finally tonight, and the excitement in my bedroom was almost enough to drown out the heavy blanket of worry that had been suffocating me for days.Pelin stood near my vanity, adjusting her hair, while I paced the floor, the realization of how little time we had suddenly hitting me.“Pelin, we need to go shopping for ballgowns today, remember?” I said, turning to her. “We haven’t even had time to get anything yet, and the event is today. We have been so incredibly busy. You know my father won’t mind at all.”Pelin’s face completely lit up, and a warm sense of relief washed over me.Even though we were adults now and made our own money, letting my father spoil us every now and then never felt boring or transactional. I was just so profoundly grateful that he and I had finally made up after that awful, draining chapter with Bengü.Pelin and I would never dream of exploiting his generosity or taking it for granted.But as quickly as it had appeared, Peli

Manolya’s POV“I picked only the best colors for you two,” Mrs. Emine said, her voice bright and full of pride as she gestured toward the long racks of custom dresses.“They are each within your specific color palette, so please, feel free to pick and choose entirely to your own taste.”She paused, looking us over with a warm smile before smoothing down the front of her own fashionable attire.“I have some urgent business matters to attend to in the back office, so my team will take wonderful care of you both today,” she continued, waving a cheerful goodbye to us.“Let me know if there is anything else you need, or if something is not up to your usual standards. Remember, don’t be shy.” With that, Mrs. Emine turned gracefully on her heels and left the private dressing room to finish off her paperwork and plan the rest of her elite clientele meetings for the afternoon.As the door clicked shut behind her, the heavy silence of the luxurious room rushed back in, and I could instantly fee

Manolya’s POVI stood with Pelin and Uncle Eren just inside the grand entrance, greeting everyone as the stream of guests began to arrive.My father, Emre Kara, had built an impeccable reputation over the decades, and it seemed that absolutely everyone was eager to support his cause tonight.The venue wasn’t just any regular event hall. It was an extravagant historical manor with a lavish, breathtaking Rococo-style ballroom.“Mrs. Leyla, bless her kind heart, managed to secure it through one of her exclusive high society contacts,” I whispered to Uncle Eren.Pelin grinned at me. “Mrs. Leyla really is the best.”“Do they really think anyone can just book this place?” I whispered excitedly to Uncle Eren. “It doesn’t matter how much money people throw at the owners. They don’t let just anyone reserve it in advance. I checked.”“You did well, Manolya. Thank you for helping me out. I don’t think I’d be able to handle the logistics on my own,” Uncle Eren said, absentmindedly running a hand

Manolya’s POVThe crowd around us couldn’t contain their excitement as they watched the sparkling chemistry between Kayhan and me on the dancefloor.The energy radiating from the center of the room was completely contagious, and soon enough, practically every guest in the manor joined in as the lively notes of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, Spring filled the massive rococo hall.The women’s expensive evening gowns twirled elegantly in the crisp air, colors bursting like flowers in full bloom as they danced gracefully with their partners on light, practiced feet.Once the energetic dancing finally slowed down and came to an end, the heavy tension in my chest returned.The professional waiters immediately emerged from the side doors, balancing wide silver trays filled with elaborate seafood delicacies and refreshing, bubbly drinks.As the food and drink began to flow freely among the elite crowd, and the sweeping orchestral music faded into a low background hum, I knew I needed an escape route