Chapter 3
In order to stop Alaric and to repay the favor I owed Alexander, I spent the entire night poring over magical tomes, searching for a way to break his curse. But the night yielded nothing. Just as I was about to sleep, a loud crash at the door startled me awake.
A woman barged in and dragged me outside.
“Everyone, come look! It’s this wretched woman! She took my money and persuaded me to marry a gambler. Now he’s lost all our savings and is forcing me to sell my body to repay the debt. When I refused, he beat me!”
The onlookers erupted in righteous fury, pointing fingers at me.
“What a sin! A perfectly good girl, ruined by her!”
“I always said people like her only care about money. Golden Thread? More like golden trash!”
“No use talking to her–beat her! Let’s get justice for this poor girl!”
Before I could speak, someone grabbed my hair and slammed me to the ground. Fists and feet rained down on me from all sides.
From the moment she entered, I had recognized her. She had once come to me, asking to be matched with the man she loved.
But I had seen at a glance that he was no good. I had warned her repeatedly, but she insisted on marrying him anyway.
Now, this farce was clearly someone else’s scheme.
And sure enough, I spotted two familiar faces in the crowd–Alaric and Lyanna, watching with smug satisfaction.
Fury surged in my heart as I roared, “Alaric! What is it you want from me?”
Alaric toyed with Lyanna’s fingers and glanced coldly at me.
“Elira, your sins are too many to count. Today, I’ll be the one to carry out justice–spare the world from your wickedness.”
Lyanna looked at me disapprovingly. “Miss. Vethorne, marriage is no trifling matter. You’ve ruined this young woman’s life. Don’t you feel the slightest remorse?”
My voice shook with anger. “I didn’t! She insisted on marrying him–I tried to stop her!”
An old woman spat in my face. “Can’t even admit what you’ve done? Let me teach you some manners–for your poor parents‘ sake, wherever they are!”
She yanked my hair and slapped me across the face, blow after blow, until stars danced in my vision. I couldn’t even speak.
Lyanna knelt in front of me, smirking.
“Miss. Vethorne, if you just admit your guilt and swear never to deceive anyone again, I’ll beg His Highness to spare you.”
I struggled to sit up, wanting to say I had done nothing wrong. But before I could utter a word, Lyanna suddenly dropped to the ground, clutching her stomach with a pained expression.
Alaric’s face darkened. He rushed over and kicked me hard in the ribs. “Elira! How dare you push her!”
Pain shot through me, turning my vision white. “I didn’t… she…”
He didn’t listen.
Holding Lyanna protectively in his arms, Alaric glared at me with pure hatred.
“I only meant to teach you a lesson, but it seems you’re beyond redemption. You tried to harm my child!”
“Guards! Throw her into the dungeon. I’ll settle all our old scores with her–every last one.”
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Chapter 4
My entire body was battered and bruised as I lay on the cold floor of the dungeon. No matter how I tried, I couldn’t understand it. In this life, I had done nothing. So why did Alaric still refuse to let me go?
The next morning, I was yanked off the ground by force. Alaric stood before me, his expression frighteningly cold.
The moment I looked at him, I froze.
In just two days, the curse had spread across his entire aura. The closer he stayed to Lyanna, the more toxic his lifeline became–and the closer he was to death.
He noticed my stare and frowned. “What are you looking at? Don’t tell me you’re about to start that nonsense again–about being my fated match?”
I shook my head. “There’s nothing between us, Your Highness.”
He scoffed. “You think saying that means I’ll spare you?”
His murderous glare made my heart pound. “What do you want from me?”
Suddenly, Alaric lunged and grabbed my throat, his fingers tightening.
“In three days, I’ll marry Lyanna. I won’t give you another chance to hurt her.”
I struggled to breathe, my vision blurring. Gasping, I managed to choke out, “I… didn’t…”
He hurled me to the ground and wiped his hands with disdain. “Aren’t you the famous Golden Thread? The one who can see everyone’s fated match?”
“Then let me see how you’ll keep pretending–after I rip your eyes out.”
Terror drained the blood from my face. “No… don’t. I swear, I never lied. I never meant to hurt Lyanna…”
He crouched down, locking his eyes onto mine. “Not a word you say can be trusted.”
He signaled his guards.
They rushed in, pinning me to the ground.
When one of them approached with a knife, I panicked and thrashed. “No! Alaric, you can’t do this!”
But Alaric simply watched, his voice cold. “Do it.”
The next second, the blade plunged into my left eye.
The pain was blinding. I screamed and flailed, breaking free from their grip and curling into a ball on the floor. Blood and tears
streamed down my face.
Alaric watched in silence, expressionless. “You brought this on yourself, Elira.”
Drenched in sweat, I shouted through the agony, “Alaric, you’ll regret this!”
“You will regret this–hahaha!”
Infuriated by my laughter, Alaric snatched the blade and stabbed it into my right eye.
Pain distorted my face. Everything went black as I passed out.
When I awoke, all I saw was darkness.
My eye sockets felt as though they were on fire, the agony enough to make me tremble uncontrollably.
For the next two days, I drifted in and out of consciousness, pain my only companion.
