Alle Kapitel von GHOST REVENGE: Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

MAYAI sat on the edge of the velvet chair in Maria’s room, my hands folded tightly in my lap while she stood near the high glass mirror, brushing her long dark hair with slow, deliberate strokes."We need to chain Philomena's grave," Maria said suddenly, her voice dripping with venom. She turned around to face me, her eyes flashing with a cold, ancient hatred. "I swear, Maya, that dead bitch is still fighting you from beyond the grave for marrying Edward. She fought me back then, and I know in my heart she is the sole reason why I never carried a baby to term in this house. Philomena was evil when she was breathing, and now, so many years after her death, her spirit is still evil."Maria went on and on, saying a lot of terrible things about me... about Philomena."She was a selfish, miserable curse upon this entire pack," Maria continued, pacing across the polished wooden floor. "She brought nothing but tragedy to Edward's life. Please, Maya, you must come and join me to fight that d

MAYAWhen he said those words, calling me Philomena right in front of the graveyard gates, my heart dropped straight into my stomach.I froze, my throat going dry as I braced myself for Maria's sudden explosion. But by some incredible stroke of luck, Maria did not hear him. She was already busy shouting orders at a group of security guards near the stone archway, her back turned to us. That lucky oversight saved my ass that day.While Maria was distracted, I quickly signaled the old man to step behind a stone pillar in the corner, out of her line of sight. My hands were shaking as I reached deep into the hidden pocket of my dark cloak and pulled out a small wad of cash. I had a few dollars with me that I had managed to slip out of the palace dresser earlier that morning. I did not count it—I didn't care how much was there. I just shoved the entire stack of bills straight into his withered hands, pressing them tight against his palm."Please," I whispered desperately, leaning in close

MAYA"You have to sleep here," Mr. Orlando said, his voice ringing with a absolute, unshakable authority that made my heart hammer against my ribs. "Till the next five days that Maria will return here, you have to guard your own tomb. You will also acquire more powers for yourself by doing that—powers that will make you deal with your enemies once and for all."I stared at him in utter disbelief, my jaw tightening as his words echoed through the silent, fog-drenched graveyard. Guarding my own grave for five whole days sounded crazy, almost unbelievable. But the promise of acquiring absolute magic—the kind of untamed force that could shatter Maria’s tyranny into dust—sent a jolt of fire through my veins."And my Alpha's sight?" I asked quickly, my voice trembling with desperate hope. "What about Edward?"Mr. Orlando looked at me with those clouded, ancient eyes and waved his withered hand dismissively. "Oh, yeah. He is already healed."I stood rooted to the spot, completely frozen. "Wh

MAYA"You went to be with the pack boys!" Maria yelled at me the exact moment I stepped into the house.Her voice echoed violently off the high marble walls of the foyer, sharp enough to cut through the quiet air of the mansion. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face twisted in a ugly mask of rage as she stomped toward me, her heels clicking loudly against the polished floor.I stood my ground near the entrance, holding my cloak around my shoulders. I was exhausted, but deep inside my chest, the newly awakened magic hummed like a quiet, dangerous storm. I looked past Maria's angry face, letting my eyes sweep across the long hallway.Something was missing.My gaze landed on the main wall above the grand fireplace. The large, elegant oil painting of Princess Philomena—the picture that had hung in this house for decades, staring down at everyone—was completely gone. In its place was a blank, pale square on the wallpaper."Where is her picture?" I asked, cutting right through her screaming. My

MAYAMaria was winning.She had won against me when I was Princess Philomena, taking away my life, my title, and my future. And now, reincarnated as Maya—a quiet servant girl with forbidden magic—she was winning all over again.Every single morning brought a fresh layer of agony. The palace was filled with a heavy, suffocating tension. I watched from the shadows as Edward ordered the servants to completely redecorate the mansion.The pictures Maria had secretly taken down from the main lounge,Edward had caught her hiding it and went into a cold, ruthless fury. He didn't just order that single portrait restored to its rightful spot above the fireplace; he went straight into his private vaults and brought out dozens of hidden wooden crates of Philomena.Inside those crates were countless paintings, portraits, and photographs of Princess Philomena—of me in my past life.Out of sheer anger toward Maria, Edward insisted that the servants hang those pictures in every single corner of the ho