All Chapters of The Bride They Sacrificed: Reborn To Love And Kill: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Everything felt calm in the Hale mansion. And for the first time in what felt like an entire lifetime... Elara could finally breathe without feeling like something terrible was waiting around the corner. Earlier that morning, Lucian had nearly missed his own meeting because he couldn’t stop hovering around her. Even now, thinking about it made the corners of her lips lift helplessly. He had already been dressed for work, dark suit perfectly tailored, watch secured around his wrist, car waiting outside... And yet he still stood in front of her like a man physically incapable of walking away. “Baby,” he had murmured quietly while adjusting the shawl over her shoulders for the third time, “call me if you need anything.” She had laughed softly. “Lucian, I’m pregnant, not dying.” His expression had immediately darkened. “Don’t joke like that.” The seriousness in his voice had startled her enough that she blinked. Then, almost instantly, his face softened again. He leaned down, p

Lucian remained crouched over him for several seconds, breathing heavily, shoulders rising and falling like a wild animal barely restrained by human skin. His knuckles were split open completely now as blood covered his hand, his shirt, and the collar of his coat. But none of that compared to the fury burning inside his chest. Slowly, he stood. The employees immediately stepped backward. Nobody dared come near him. He looked down at Adrian one final time. And when he spoke again, his voice was colder than death itself. “If you touch my wife again…” His eyes darkened murderously. “I’ll erase your entire family name from existence.” Then he turned around and walked away without looking back. The crowd immediately scattered out of his path like frightened prey fleeing a predator. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the devastated lobby until finally, the glass doors slid shut behind him. Only then did people begin breathing again. The lobby erupted into whisp

Annabelle sat comfortably against the velvet headboard, one leg lazily crossed over the other as the sunlight spilled through the curtains. The mansion was quiet at this hour, wrapped in the kind of silence that made every tiny sound feel louder than it truly was. The soft tapping of her nails against her phone screen echoed faintly through the bedroom while the screen of the device showed the dangerous smile slowly spreading across her face. Another message from Eleira appeared. Who are you?! What do you want from me?! Please stop texting me! The moment Annabelle read it, a sharp thrill rushed through her chest. Her lips twitched, then she scrolled upward slowly until the image appeared again. The knife! The same anonymous photograph she had personally sent only minutes earlier. For a second, she simply stared at it, savoring the panic she knew it had caused. Then suddenly... She burst into laughter. It wasn’t soft laughter. It wasn’t even sane laughter. It was wild, sh

Ten Years Ago. Back then, the beachside still felt like paradise. Not a graveyard of memories. Not a place drenched in regret. The summer ten years ago was one the Hale family had spoken about for months before it finally arrived. Not because they lacked vacations or luxury... God knew the Hales had more wealth than most families could imagine, but because this particular trip meant something different. It was one of the rare moments where Nathan Hale had actually cleared his schedule completely, where Seraphina had promised not to answer business calls, and where even Grandma Hale had reluctantly agreed to leave the estate for more than a day. The beachside properties belonged almost entirely to the Hale family anyway. Miles and miles of coastline stretched beneath the Hale name. Private roads. Private docks. Endless white villas overlooking the sea. It was less of a vacation destination and more like an extension of their empire. It had been Nathan Hale’s father who first inv

The night everything shattered began so normally that, years later, Lucian would hate himself for not noticing the signs sooner. The beachside was unusually lively that evening. Music drifted softly from the main villa while the adults sat outside near the terrace sharing wine and conversations beneath the warm glow of hanging lights. The ocean waves crashed rhythmically in the distance, blending with Felix and Lisa’s loud laughter somewhere nearby. Lucian, however, was reaching the limit of his patience. “Lucian, look!” Lisa shoved another seashell directly into his face while Felix spoke over her at the same time about some ridiculous sandcastle competition they planned for the next morning. “And then Adrian said mine looked like a dead turtle—” “Because it DID look like a dead turtle,” Adrian interrupted from the couch nearby. Felix gasped dramatically. “That's not true!” Lucian sat silently in the armchair by the window, one hand holding a book while the other rubbed slo