All Chapters of The Bride They Sacrificed: Reborn To Love And Kill: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

And then... The scene shifted without warning. The rain vanished. The cold vanished. The night dissolved like smoke, and warmth touched her skin. It was gentle and unnatural. When Elara opened her eyes, she was no longer on the road. It was daytime. Blindingly bright. She stood at the seashore. Waves crashed rhythmically against the sand, the sound steady and hypnotic. The sky was clear, an endless stretch of blue without a single cloud. It seemed... peaceful. Just too damn peaceful. Her heart was pounding violently in her chest, completely out of sync with the serenity around her. What is this? She looked down as her breath stopped. She saw herself. She was younger and smaller. That was when she was fourteen years old. She looked down and her eyes widened as they landed on her hands. Her hands were covered in blood. Thick, dark, and sticky. It coated her fingers, settled into the lines of her palms, dripped slowly down her wrists. But what shocked her the most was...

“Focus on me,” Lucian suddenly whispered. His voice was low. Elara was surprised. She raised herself a little to look at his face in the darkness. "You... aren't you asleep yet?" She asked. "I was asleep but you keep moving around. You are restless. How could I sleep when you're like this?" He said with a sigh. Elara closed her eyes and went back to rest her head over his heart. It was beating steadily and beating slowly. That word pulsed through her mind like a fragile blessing. Alive! “I’m here,” he repeated quietly. “It was a dream.” He repeated what he told her minutes or hours ago. But even he could feel the way her fingers still clutched at his shirt, twisted into the cotton as though she feared if she loosened her hold even slightly, something would reach through the dark and tear him away from her. “Lucian…” she murmured faintly, her voice almost lost between breath and thought. “Yes?” He didn’t loosen his hold. Her fingers tightened. "If I ever...” She

Elara and Lucian descended the staircase together for breakfast. The Hale mansion was already alive with the soft, comfortable rhythm of morning, the distant clatter of dishes from the kitchen, and the faint murmur of staff moving through the halls. But despite the peaceful setting, Lucian’s attention remained entirely fixed on the woman walking in front of him. He walked half a step behind her. Not beside her. Not ahead of her. Just... Behind her, like her personal bodyguard. He was close enough that if she so much as stumbled, he would catch her before gravity had the chance to try. His eyes rarely strayed from her. Every small shift in her expression, every blink, every breath, he noticed all of it. He had barely slept after she drifted off again the night before. Every time she moved even slightly, he woke instantly. Rvery small rustle of the sheets. Every shift of her breathing. Every faint sound. He would open his eyes immediately, his heart racing before his mind had ev

The rest of breakfast passed in a much lighter atmosphere. The earlier chaos, in which everyone accused Lucian of "exhausting" his wife, had slowly dissolved into laughter, teasing remarks. It was the kind of noise that only a large, close-knit family could produce. Felix kept making exaggerated coughing sounds every time Lucian reached for his coffee, as if the man were suffering from a severe case of "overworked husband syndrome." Lucian endured it with the quiet patience of a man who had clearly faced worse negotiations in boardrooms worth billions. But every now and then he would shoot Elara a wounded look that silently said: This is entirely your fault. And every time he did, Elara had to fight to keep from laughing. The warmth around the table was undeniable. Elara leaned closer to him and whispered, barely containing her laughter. "This family is always chaotic." Lucian replied under his breath, "You haven't even seen them during holidays." That alone made

Everything went still. The kind of stillness that followed violence so sudden and overwhelming that the world itself seemed to pause in stunned disbelief. For a brief, terrifying moment, there was nothing but a sharp ringing sound inside Elara’s ears, a high, piercing whine that drowned out everything else. Her vision swam, the world tilting strangely as though gravity itself had forgotten how to function. The car had stopped at an angle against the guardrail, the metal barrier groaning beneath the weight of the crushed vehicle. Smoke curled slowly from the crumpled hood. Shattered glass glittered across the dashboard like scattered ice. The windshield was spiderwebbed with cracks, and the air smelled of burning rubber, oil, hot metal... and blood. For several seconds, Elara couldn’t move. Her body felt heavy and disoriented. Like she had been ripped violently out of reality and thrown somewhere unfamiliar. Her chest rose and fell in short, shaky breaths as her mind str