Matteo has never dreamed of anything significant in his life. He had only fantasised about sharing his life with his beloved Sylvie in a tiny house under the same roof. He was drowning in a deep river, and the water had become red from Matteo’s blood. But it also took away his sleep because of the dreams he had seen. Sylvie and Matteo have been through a terrible ordeal. Matteo was also dying in the river when Sylvie was admitted to the hospital. They didn’t accept their fate, but they did everything they could to save their lives and fight back against it. Matteo’s face lit up with a smile as he remembered the day of their proposal and memories of past. Sylvie’s heart rate slows down at the hospital. His face turned pale, and blood flowed more freely from the cut. He stopped struggling since his legs were bound and he couldn’t get any more support under his feet. He accepted his fate of death. Flashback Sylvie has been staying with Matteo in his penthouse for a week. Because the c

Matteo POVFew days later,My father, Alex Lockwood, a well-known London millionaire businessman, and I walked approaching the ICU entrance. He was the CEO of a global technology company."I'm going to speak with Sylvie's father," he said. He didn't believe Sylvie's parents had turned me down. Despite the fact that I informed my father about the curse, he wanted to come and persuade Sylvie's father, Peter. When we entered the hospital room, Peter and Daisy were seated next to Sylvie. When my gaze fell on Sylvie, I couldn't help but smile, as joy flashed through me like a comet."Matteo," she whispered, a tear streaming down her cheek. She wanted to take a seat, but her parents insisted that she lay down."How are you, dear?" my father inquired. Her parents were scowling as we stood at her bed."I'm fine, Uncle," she told us, a slight smile on her face. My father’s introduction broke the uneasy silence in the room."Good morning, Mr. Peter Thomas. Alex Lockwood, Matteo's father," he sa

After returning from the hospital, Sylvie was resting in her bed. She still bear the scars of the accident, but the thing that hurts her the most is the end of her relationship with Matteo. She was unaware of the curse and had no idea that she would be separated from him one day. The door to the room unexpectedly opened, and her mum and dad entered with a tray of meals. She was enraged by them, so she averted her gaze. Her mom sat next to her with the tray on the side table."Please don't get furious at us. We're simply doing this for your benefit," Her mom stroked her face and tugged at the strands of her hair behind her ear. Sylvie averted her gaze from her once more, and this time her father took a seat beside her."Have you ever felt as if we don't love you or have failed as parents since you were a child?" He interrogated her. She was ashamed of herself for being angry at her own parents, who have been there for her since she first breathed in the world."No way, Dad. As parents,

Matteo POVI took the book to the Professor Beth's house, with overwhelmed happiness. As I wiped the blood to the corner of my lips. “Professor Beth" I yelled, standing at the downstairs. He came to the balcony and was about to turn when I called him again. “Professor Beth, just glance at this book," I said, raised my hand and show him the book. He furrowed his eyebrows, and walked to me with curiosity. I handed him the book, which no one had ever brought from the same library where Gemma did suicide, which was the impossible thing what I did. "How did you get it," he said, ran to the table and flicked the pages aggressively.I flipped through the pages until I came to the chapter "Your Turn." His eyes widened in surprise as he saw Gemma's dangling body image. With a bang, he slammed the book shut. With quick breaths, his chest lifted and fell. The bottle of water on the table was passed to me. I proved to him that I was compatible, as evidenced by his expression. He returned his eyes

There was a small cave in the gloomy woods. The naked sky was coated in black foreboding clouds, with a cluster of roaring eyeballs crawling in the wide emptiness. The grassy plants were swept away by deafening blasts of wind. The witch Krystle entered the abandoned mansion. With that dreamy, awful smile, she was chanting to herself. Her hair was luscious and lank, and she sat on an antique queen-like chair. With a snap of her fingers, she summoned her two slaves. A mongoose circled Krystle's legs as a soaring eagle approached with a shrieking voice. She clapped her fingers once more, this time transforming her two pet slaves into humans."Welcome back, our queen," they said jointly, bowing their heads. She licked their faces with an ugly smile."After 36 years, I was released to kidnap a girl named Sylvie and murder her in order to complete my mission. After that, I'll be free for all time, and I'll conquer the globe with my witchcraft," she laughed out loud. And she smiled as she ex