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Draven said in a hushed voice that held both admiration and dread. I clenched my teeth. “The curse?” I muttered. Draven nodded. “It’s manifesting, Ardan. It’s starting.” I had tried my best to bring her up for seventeen years and now the curse which Gloria had put on her was unfolding. “What do we do?” I questioned. Draven hesitated. “We watch. For now, we watch.” Moments later, after watching, I came out from behind the bushes and stood in the open so that she could see me. In a flash, Evelyn looked guilty as the animals ran away from her.

Miles chimed in, "Actually, six years ago, rumors were circulating in Kennington saying that Mr. Lawson was cursed, and later, many ministers and dignitaries of Kennington were also cursed." Chad nodded and stated, "That time, Sheldon and I teamed up to break the curse. We even caught a few Saffronesian curse casters. After all these years, just thinking about the situation back then still gives me chills." Esther glanced at the sky and interrupted the discussion in a timely manner, saying, "Alright! It's getting late. Chad, go break the curse on this girl!" Chad nodded and led Suri to the backyard, entering the prepared treatment room.

“Everyone seems to know something except me. Her dad, you, Rael… even Sean looks like he’s in the loop now. Me? I’m just the comic relief?” Leon wasn’t joking anymore. No smirk. No sarcasm. Just a desperate, honest plea. “Tell me. Please. What is the curse, really?” I looked down. Took a breath. Then met his eyes. “It’s not something you can understand in one sentence, Leon.” “Try me. I’m not an idiot.” Silence hung between us. Then I said, slowly: “The curse was born from blood. From betrayal. From love that was ripped apart. And now… it lives inside every Moonveil woman. Inside Willow.”

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

“Let go. I don’t want to hear anything else from you. I don’t want to hear another word from your filthy mouth.” He snatched the door from his grasp and slammed it shut. He cranked the engine. Ciaran backed away. Eliseo rolled down the window and glared at him. “If I sacrifice everything like you did, can I beat the curse too?” “Your sacrifices have to be meaningful. If you’re just doing it to break the curse, it won’t work. I tried to do that the first time, and it was hell for me.”

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

Maria smiled and turned to leave. Just when she needed someone who would take the fall for her daughter, a savior appeared. Maria had already planned everything as soon as she saw Cara. She knows about the curse because she had ears inside the castle so, Cara had come to be used as a sacrificial bride in place of her daughter. A perfect meeting indeed.

"I’ve already burned one world. I have no problem burning another to keep her" The impossible pull was now a lethal, vibrating low that echoed through the entire medical wing. The "Operation Clean Sweep" survivors were no longer just names on a map; they were a cause, and the beacon was lit. In the North Suite, the silence was over, and the Symphony of the Cursed was just beginning its crescendo.

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”