All Chapters of The Bride They Sacrificed: Reborn To Love And Kill: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Taunting Him

“Well, well, if not, the power couple!” The voice sliced through the air like a blade dipped in mockery and old poison, loud enough to reach every corner of the café, sharp enough to shatter the fragile bubble Elara had unknowingly built around herself and Lucian. The Stranger... no, Adrian, the name finally finding shape, leaned casually against the counter, lips curled into a smile that was anything but friendly, sarcasm dripping from every syllable as his gaze locked onto the sight of Elara and Lucian wrapped in each other’s arms as though the rest of the world did not exist. Elara froze. Just moments ago, she had been lost in Lucian’s embrace, buried against his chest, inhaling his familiar scent, letting the steady beat of his heart calm the lingering storm inside her. For a few precious seconds, she had forgotten everything else. The café. The customers. The stares. And him... The Stranger who had given her those unsettling, skin-crawling vibes earlier. Her fingers tighte

Two Predators

Felt the tension coil in his body like a restrained beast clawing for release. Her panic surged. She turned to look at Lucian, and the sight of him stole the breath from her lungs. His eyes were dark. Not just angry. But dangerous. He stood perfectly still, but it was the stillness of a predator deciding when to strike. She knew that look. She had seen glimpses of it before. This was the bridge. And he was standing right at the edge of letting his demons loose. Around them, whispers erupted. “Oh my God…” “Do they know each other?” “How does she have two men like that fighting over her?” “That’s insane…” Some stared in awe... Some are envious. Some in pure fascination. Elara ignored all of them. If only they knew what was about to happen. Her heart pounded violently as she reached for Lucian’s hand, gripping it tightly, grounding herself through him even as she tried to ground him. “Lucian,” she pleaded softly, stepping closer. “Let’s go. Please.” But he didn’t move.

Uncomfortable Ride Home

Lucian and Elara got into his car. The outside world disappeared in that moment for Elara. The café... The whispers... The stares... Adrian’s unsettling gaze... Aaron’s infuriating taunt... All of it vanished behind closed doors and tinted glass, leaving only the two of them, and everything that had gone wrong. Lucian started the engine without a word. He didn’t look at her. Didn’t ask if she was okay. Didn’t say a single thing. He just drove off in silence with anger still radiating from his body. Each motion... his hand reaching for the gear shift, his foot pressing down on the pedal, the slight tilt of his wrist as he turned the steering wheel... was clipped, efficient, devoid of hesitation. Like a man operating on instinct alone. Like someone who had locked everything human deep inside himself and left only discipline behind. Elara sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her back straight, shoulders tense, and her fingers folded tightly in her lap. Her nails

You Did Nothing Wrong, Baby

There was silence. But Elara didn’t let the silence press in on her anymore. “The manager’s daughter saw everything,” Elara continued hurriedly, her voice trembling faster now, like a dam cracking under pressure. “She is a teenager and tried to defend him. Said I was being dramatic. Said I was causing trouble.” Her lips pressed together as tears blurred her vision, threatening to spill. So I slapped her too. I made sure to put her in her place. “And then… then Adrian came.” She finally dared to glance at Lucian. His face was unreadable. A mask of control pulled tight over something dark and volatile beneath. “I swear to you,” she said urgently, turning fully toward him now, desperation flooding her chest, “I don’t know that man. I don’t know why he was saying those things. He ordered a drink like any other customer, and then he started talking like we’d met before.” Her breath hitched painfully. “He gives me creepy vibes, Lucian,” she admitted, her voice dropping, hone

Mama Is Here!

When they reached home, Lucian didn't let go of Elara's hand for even a second. Not when the car door opened. Not when the soft crunch of gravel echoed beneath their shoes as they stepped onto the driveway. Not even when the towering, grand doors of the Hale mansion swung open, spilling golden light across the evening like a silent welcome back into a place that had always been power, legacy, and warmth, but tonight felt different. His fingers were laced tightly with hers, as if letting go, even for a heartbeat, might send her drifting away from him forever. He hated himself for making her cry. That was never his intention. Just remembering her tear-filled eyes makes him want to murder Adrian. His thumb brushed slow, unconscious circles against her knuckles, grounding himself in her presence the way he always did when the world felt like it was spinning just a little too fast, when emotions threatened to overwhelm logic. Elara noticed. She squeezed his hand back, sub

I Didn’t Do Anything To Her

If looks could kill, Lucian would've been buried six feet under already, funeral planned by morning, and celebrated over his death in the evening. Grandma Hale, who had been seated in her favorite armchair, rose slowly to her feet, leaning heavily on her cane. The sound of the cane tapping against the floor echoed like a final verdict. Lucian instinctively straightened, his spine rigid, shoulders squared. His Grandma was the only person who would always bow in front of her. She had always doted on him. From scraped knees to teenage rebellions, from broken hearts to reckless ambition, Lucian had always been her golden grandson. The one she defended even when he was wrong. The one she believed carried both strength and kindness in equal measure. But now... Her gaze settled on him. And something inside his chest sank. Disappointment! Pure, heavy, and unmistakable disappointment. "Lucian Hale," she said quietly, which somehow hurt more than shouting ever could, "I ne

Gift After Gift

Looking at the disappointment in his family's gaze, Lucian was speechless. “I didn’t hurt her,” he repeated, stepping forward. “She cried because of something else. I swear. I would never...” His voice came out faster than his thoughts, sharp with urgency, almost desperate, because the way everyone had turned toward Elara, protective, fierce, accusatory, felt like a sudden ambush he hadn’t prepared for. “No excuses, young man. I'm not accepting that.” Seraphina snapped without even turning to look at him. Lucian sighed over and over again. “That’s right,” Felix added. “Actions speak louder than words.” Lucian stared at them like they’d all collectively lost their minds. They were his family, they should know him better than this, right? He searched their faces, his sister, his brother, his mother, his father, his Grandmother, waiting for someone, anyone, to look back at him with reason, with logic, with the trust he thought he’d earned simply by existing in this famil

A Family She Never Had

Her shoulders heaved as sobs tore out of her, raw and unfiltered, the kind that came from somewhere too deep to stop, the kind that rattled her bones and stole her breath and made her knees feel weak. The sound ripped through the room like a crack of thunder. Conversation died instantly... Laughter choked off... The air froze mid-breath... Every single head slowly turned toward Lucian again. And here we go again... Their eyes burned with accusation. If looks could kill, Lucian Hale would have been six feet under before he could blink. Seraphina’s hand flew to her mouth, horror flashing across her face as she took a step forward, already preparing to unleash absolute destruction. Nathan’s jaw clenched, his posture not calm anymore, his eyes narrowing at him. Felix’s brows shot up. “Oh hell no—” Even Lisa, who had been leaning lazily against the Elara with an amused smile moments ago, pushed off sharply, her expression turning lethal. They looked like they want

Your Traitor

Lucian had had enough. Truly, completely, and utterly. He stood there for a moment longer than necessary, unmoving and silent, watching the absolute spectacle unfolding before him with an expression that hovered somewhere between disbelief and resignation. His family had fully irrevocably lost their minds. They orbited Elara like she was the center of the universe, like gravity itself bent around her presence... Seraphina was hovering too close, her fingers delicately adjusting a strand of Elara’s hair that had already been fixed three times. Lisa crouched slightly to meet her eye level while enthusiastically whispering about fashion and colors and “something soft but dramatic,” and Felix... Felix was in the corner, animatedly retelling the entire story again to a maid who was nodding politely with the dead-eyed stare of someone who had, without a doubt, already heard it at least twice. Lucian watched it all. The laughter. The fussing. The protective half-circles his family kep

Promises

The moment the bedroom door closed behind them, the world fell silent. Lucian felt something inside him lock. Like a bolt sliding into place. No one else gets past this door. That was for sure, and for whatever he had in mind. The noise died instantly with the door closed, but his vigilance didn't. He hoped his family would allow him to spend some free time with his wife. 'They don't get to look at you like that. They don't get to think they know you. Only I have that privilege.' He thought possessively. He barely moved away from the door before his hands were on Elara, his palms framing her face with an urgency that bordered on desperation, like he needed to ground himself, like he needed to see her up close to reassure himself that she was real. That she was here. That nothing and no one had followed them into this space they had claimed as theirs. His thumbs brushed beneath her eyes, gentle, almost reverent, as if checking for tears that were no longer there but still haunte

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