All Chapters of THE CURSED NECKLACE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The west wing of the Francesco estate was beautiful in the cruelest way possible.Everything shimmered with wealth.Golden candle holders lined the walls. Massive paintings hung beneath crystal chandeliers. Silk curtains framed towering windows overlooking the dark Italian mountains beyond the estate.And Elena hated every inch of it.Because beauty meant nothing when you were trapped inside it.She sat silently near the window of her bedroom while moonlight spilled softly across the floor beneath her bare feet.The room was enormous.Too enormous.It swallowed her loneliness whole.A month.It had been one entire month since Eduardo died.One month since Roberto dragged her back to the estate while she screamed at him through tears.One month since she saw Eduardo collapse into the dirt with blood spreading beneath his body.Elena closed her eyes tightly.The memories still came every night.Not only the terrible ones.That was the worst part.She remembered Eduardo smiling shyly whi

The mansion fell silent after the doctor’s words.Dead.The word echoed endlessly through Roberto’s head like a curse.Dead.Impossible.Elena lay motionless against the marble floor while candlelight flickered across her pale skin.Her wet hair clung to her face.Rose petals stuck to her arms.And Roberto—Roberto still knelt beside her like he could not physically move away.The doctor slowly reached toward Elena again to close her eyes.Roberto grabbed his wrist instantly.Hard.“Don’t touch her.”The room froze.Even Luca looked shaken now.Because Roberto’s voice no longer sounded angry.It sounded empty.The doctor swallowed nervously. “Sir…”“She’s breathing.”“She is not.”“She is.”Roberto’s eyes never left Elena’s face.As though if he stared long enough she would suddenly wake up.Breathe.Move.Smile bitterly at him and call him a monster again.Anything.Anything except this.The bond still lingered faintly inside him.Weak.Fragile.But there.He could still feel her.Wh

Elena woke to the smell of smoke and herbs.For several long seconds she did not move.Her body felt heavy.Like something lived beneath her skin now.The memory of the golden sword flashed through her mind suddenly—The screaming cloaked figure.The glowing orb.The necklace swallowing it whole.Pain.So much pain.Elena’s eyes snapped open.She was back in Roberto’s room.But the room had changed.Strange symbols had been painted across the walls in black ink.Candles burned in every corner.Silver chains hung from the windows.And outside the bedroom doors—she could hear guards.Lots of them.Elena slowly sat upright beneath the silk sheets.The movement made dizziness hit instantly.Her hand flew to her head.Then she froze.Black streaks.Thin dark veins crawled faintly beneath the skin of her wrist before fading again.Elena’s stomach dropped violently.The bedroom door opened suddenly.Roberto entered immediately.And the second his eyes landed on her—something in his express

The red moon vanished.So did the forest.Elena woke with a scream trapped in her throat.Her entire body jerked violently upward while air tore painfully into her lungs.Hands grabbed her immediately.“Elena.”Roberto.His voice cut through the panic instantly.Strong.Grounding.Real.Elena gasped sharply and clutched his shirt before she even realized what she was doing.The room spun around her violently.Candles.Rain against windows.Dark silk sheets.Roberto.Not the forest.Not the glowing eyes.Elena’s fingers tightened desperately in his shirt while her breathing became uneven.“They were watching me,” she whispered.Roberto sat beside her on the bed immediately, one hand gripping her shoulder firmly.“Look at me.”The command came low and steady.Elena forced herself to look up.Big mistake.Because Roberto looked devastating this close.Dark hair slightly messy.Black shirt half unbuttoned.Sharp eyes fixed entirely on her like nothing else in the world mattered.The bond

Roberto rarely left the estate now.And Elena noticed.Even when he disappeared for meetings, guards doubled outside her doors and Luca remained close by like a silent shadow waiting for disaster.The mansion itself felt different lately.Tense.Haunted.Like the walls knew something terrible was approaching.Elena stood near the massive bedroom windows watching rain crawl slowly down the glass.Night had fallen hours ago.Roberto had left for a meeting in Milan before sunset.And ever since—the whispers had not stopped.He abandoned you.The voice slithered softly through her mind.Elena shut her eyes tightly.Another whisper followed immediately.“He always leaves eventually.”The candles inside the room flickered violently.Elena pressed trembling fingers against her temples.“Stop.”But the whispers only laughed.Cruel.Ancient.Hungry.By the fireplace shadows suddenly twisted unnaturally against the walls.Elena’s breathing quickened.The room temperature dropped sharply.Then—