บททั้งหมดของ GHOST REVENGE: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

MAYAThe slammed oak door was still echoing in my ears, but the silence that followed inside the hallway felt even louder. My chest heaved as tears burned down my cheeks, hot and bitter. My hands were shaking so hard I had to ball them into fists to stop the trembling.I didn’t push Edward away because I hated him. God knew I didn't hate him. I did it out of pure, suffocating pain.My heart felt like it had been ripped apart and scattered across the cold floorboards. I loved Edward with every fiber of my being. But hearing him confess that he had walked into a trap, carrying a gun, keeping secrets, and letting Maria wrap her sharp wires around his neck—it broke something inside me. I knew the grief he carried. I knew that ever since Philomena died, a part of Edward had died alongside her, leaving behind a darkness that sometimes blinded his judgment. But he should have trusted me. He should have known that no matter how dangerous Maria’s games were, he didn't have to face them alone o

MAYAThe house had finally settled into a quiet, peaceful rhythm, the kind of stillness that felt almost strange after the storm we had been through.With Clara and her grandmother gone, Maria felt completely defeated. The endless sexual harassment and uncomfortable remarks that used to plague my days had finally stopped. It was as if Maria knew her grip on the pack house was slipping through her fingers. On top of that, a quiet miracle had occurred—I felt clean, pure, and whole again, a transformation that happened so softly I hadn't even realized when it took place until the heavy shadow over my soul was gone.Maria, however, still couldn't stomach my presence. She still called me "the maid" whenever we crossed paths in the hallway, but now she bittered her words, always adding that I was the low-life who had stolen her husband, Alpha Edward. I didn't care about her insults anymore. Her words were just empty noise in a house that was slowly healing.Yet, odd things were happening ar

MAYAThe sun rose over the jagged peaks surrounding the pack territory, casting a sickly, pale light through the tall stained-glass windows of the estate. But no amount of daylight could warm the chilling cold settled deep inside my bones.Something is definitely wrong somewhere.I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands locked tightly in my lap to stop them from shaking. I had tried to convince myself that the vision from last night was just a phantom born of exhaustion, a trick played by my lingering grief and overactive mind. But as the days bled into one another, the reality of my nightmare became impossible to deny. I didn't know what kind of dark magic had taken root in this house, or why my soul was fragmenting before my very eyes, but I had no idea what that was or how to fix it.I began to see Philomena at every corner of the house.It started in the long, stone corridors near the library. I would be walking quietly, carrying a stack of fresh linens, and there she would be—stand

MAYATo say I was terrified was a lie—I was shaking.My entire body trembled under the heavy cotton sheets long after the bone-chilling hum faded from the room. The four massive men were still weeping on the floor, their shattered legs twisted at grotesque, impossible angles, while Maria cowered against the doorframe like a cornered animal.I have not forgotten who I am. Deep down, I knew I was Princess Philomena reincarnated into this fragile body. But I had no idea I had all of this power inside me—even powers that now act against me.The realization hit me like a splash of ice water. The ancient, raw magic bound to my soul wasn't just a tool I could control at will anymore; it was a living, chaotic force. It was the same overwhelming power that generated the phantom wind at the gates, trapping me in this cursed estate when I tried to escape. I would love to leave, but the wind pulled me back. I was a prisoner not just to Maria’s schemes, but to the very power coursing through my ow

MAYAThe cold night air clung to my skin long after Edward ran from the room, leaving me alone in the dark. I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs pulled tightly against my chest, staring at the shattered glass scattered across the floor.Philomena’s spirit is fighting against me, but she does not fight against Edward.I squeezed my eyes shut, tears slipping down my cheeks as the truth sank in. Why should he be stopped from sleeping with me? He loved me. He wanted me. Every time he pulled me close, every time his hands touched my skin, it was filled with pure passion and longing. But the moment things became intimate, her ghost would rise up between us like a sharp wall, driving him mad with terror and pushing him away. She wasn't trying to protect him from me—she was keeping him from uniting with Maya. She wanted her own body back, or she wanted him to love only her memory."Why are you doing this to us?" I whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling with rage and heartbreak. "He