Todos os capítulos de Curse Of Tethys, Hellblades Series Part 3 of 3: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Kayhan’s POVI walked away from the dinner table, the chair legs scraping softly against the polished floor as I excused myself from the remaining guests. I quickly wove my way into the thick, moving crowd, my sharp eyes desperately searching the ballroom for Uncle Eren.A violent storm of conflicting emotions churned within my chest, hope clashing painfully with a crushing sense of heartbreak.I wanted Manolya.I craved her with every single fiber of my being, but absolutely not this way.I didn’t want to be forced into her life as a weapon of destruction.With every single step I took across the room, the invisible, suffocating chains of my curse tightened around my nervous system, pulling taut.The searing agony of the palindrome SATOR letters etched directly into the bone of my skull pulsed harder and harder the more I tried to resist Tethy’s dark commands.I could feel the words pressing heavily against my mind, burning like liquid fire, threatening to completely shatter my remai

Aylin’s POVI stepped into one of the empty bathrooms, grateful to have finally managed to find a more private one down a quiet, secluded hallway in the grand manor.It was a brief, much-needed respite before I returned to Eren out in the bustling ballroom.I just needed a single moment to powder my nose, check my hair, and completely collect my scattered thoughts away from the crowd.The bathroom tiles beneath my heels were a dark marble, looking rich, cool, and perfectly smooth under the soft overhead lighting.The sleek sink was paired with a large, geometric black-edged mirror that flawlessly reflected the absolute opulence of the entire room.Two luxury scented candles rested near a small, polished vanity table, their soft floral aroma efficiently masking the faint traces of other guests who had passed through earlier.Above the vanity table, a custom landscape painting hung elegantly against the wall, serene and picturesque, echoing the natural beauty of the surrounding Mediterr

Kayhan’s POVI wanted nothing more than to genuinely kiss those blushing cheeks, to make her say yes on her own terms, and to feel her heart beat in perfect unison with mine without a curse hanging over our heads.Through my eyes, I watched as her breath caught in her throat, the intense attention of the entire room zeroing in on her position.The social pressure was clearly suffocating for her, but somehow, she found the immense strength to reach out her hand toward the stage.It looked as if the whole world was watching her every move, but in that exact moment, she only looked at me.Without a single second of hesitation, I grasped her delicate hand in my large palm, guiding her gently but firmly up the wooden steps and onto the stage.The steps seemed like miles beneath her feet, and the closer she got to the center, the heavier her movements became, as though the sheer gravity of the moment was pulling her deeper into the bright spotlight.The exact moment her high heel lost its f

Pelin’s POVThe exact moment she processed the scene, a broken, choked sound escaped her lips.“Kayhan… Pelin…” Manolya whispered, her voice a bitter, ragged rasp that cut through the heavy air of the library like a sharpened blade.Kayhan snapped back to reality at the sudden sound of her voice, the feverish obsession instantly draining from his face as Tethy’s hold temporarily shattered.Manolya clutched her chest tightly, her eyes wide with a pain so deep it looked as though her heart was breaking into a thousand pieces right before us.“Is this what love feels like to you?” she asked, her voice dripping with venom as she looked at Kayhan, mocking the very concept of us.“Was it fun to deceive me? Did you laugh behind my back? Was it thrilling to think about my father’s money?” She spat.Kayhan froze entirely in place, pure panic flashing across his features as he instantly released his grip on me.My legs completely gave out, and I collapsed heavily to my knees onto the thick libr

Pelin’s POVI sat slumped on the plush leather couch exactly where Mr. Mehmet had left me, my body still trembling with the lingering aftershocks of Kayhan’s brutal assault.The cold office air did nothing to soothe the burning, throbbing pain radiating around my swollen throat.I was sulking deeply through the frantic phone call, tears continuously blurring my vision, when my twin brothers, Adem and Adlee, finally picked up on the other end.They heard me sobbing before I could even draw in a deep breath and speak.“Sis, what is wrong with you? What on earth happened?” Adem, the one who answered, asked immediately, his usually playful tone heavy with sudden, dark concern.Noticing the immense, terrifying tension in his twin brother’s voice over the line, Adlee instantly chimed in right next to the receiver, his anger flaring.“Just name him, Pelin! I swear I will punch whoever did this to you right in the face the moment I see them!”Hearing their familiar, fiercely protective voices