La Serpiente, Foxy cursed bride in CEO Ghost’s lair - Chapter 183

Syna was coming up with various thoughts and feelings at the same moment, the cursed bride resented the time when she had rejected her fate.

She couldn’t help but to curse herself for doing such a silly thing as to rebel against her destiny, accordingly Syna, she fell into this trap of misery all by herself.

Her transformation into such a horrendous hag was a punishment from the Goddess!

But she could go back? Or there wasn’t any ‘going back’ in her life anymore?

Or should I try to meet the Ghost Lord? What if he has the solution or some kind of potion to turn me back to my original appearance?

I know at first he would get angry and might strangle me to death for initially refusing his proposal.

It justifies that he didn’t show up anyway because I had already fell in love with his younger brother ‘Sinclair MacLaverty’, he couldn’t bear to steal his happiness.

But what is the loss in trying, nothing!

Even if he wrung off my neck then still it’s far better than living with this horrible appearance, on the top of it with a broken organ beating in my ribcage.

Sure, I need to talk to him but what will I say to him?

Would he even hear me out?

Let’s say he did, then would he believe me that his brother had ditched me already?

How will he react after hearing this?

Would he consider helping me?

He should! After all, I am….I mean I was his bide originally!

Leaving all this aside… would I be able to live with another man?

Because I’m sure, after curing me he might take me back in with him!

“Ow! my….what the f.u.c.k I am thinking? I don’t even know where to find him!”

I nestled back in my bed and shifted into a comfortable position, but still my unsettling heart and disturbed life wasn’t letting me sleep peacefully.

Being flabbergasted upon my own thoughts, I closed my eyes and tried to drift into the valleys of sleep.

While the cool air coming from the air conditioner was blowing on my warm pale face, creating an illusion within me, bringing me back to normal.

“Come on, Syna! What is happening to you? It’s been only a few months and you have gotten this much enticed by your f.u.c.k.i.n.g womanizer boss! This is not right, you know. So, shut the f.u.c.k up and control your heart!”

Okay, I was now behaving like a teenage girl, who was blabbering to herself in the middle of night scolding inwardly and not to forget….was wide awake.

I could not let myself to get drowned into Sinclair’s love, although I saw this face whenever closed my eyes, that I had to remind myself sternly what he had done.

Maybe, it was all because of the mate bond, which we shared now after he took away my precious first time from me.

It was indeed his fault, but I could not let myself to feel a soft spot for him…still after whatever he had done to me.

Not at all.

I wouldn’t even forgive him, in my this life!

May he rot in hell, forever!

Can anyone curse like this?

Of course, anyone can!

But I ask you, can anyone curse the person whom she had loved with all her heart?

Absolutely not.

Well, not until the person had brought you to the point of leaving, to the verge of breaking down emotionally, to the edge of thinking that the world had been dawned now!

I don’t think so, to have hatred for such a selfish person is a surprising thing.

But did Sinclair MacLaverty actually deserve all this?

The poor soul, the emperor of Spirit Realm was totally unaware that how his clean image has changed in Syna’s eyes!

It wasn’t in his knowledge that he was being cursed and hated by his own bride, because of the thing he wasn’t guilty off at all.

I turned over with my red tomato face, the thought had riled me up and I cursed the man, whom I had once loved….helplessly, deep into thoughts.

“Will the Ghost Lord help me?”

I was unable to settle down and shifted my side again, my brain was still jumping over the same thoughts.

I became stuck in between ‘meeting the Ghost Lord’ or to ‘confront Sinclair MacLaverty’.

Of course, who could sleep peacefully with such an occupied brain!?

“Ugh! I wish all this to be a dream. Damn you stupid Manager! I wish I hadn’t accepted this foolish task at that time then I might not have landed into all this trouble.”

Though it wasn’t her fault at all, because it was only I who insisted upon taking this damn task being greedy for the bonus. Still in that situation I ended up cursing her too along with myself, I mean what do you except from a person going through traumatic stress!?

I tried hard not to think about my appearance or even to cast a look at the mirror, but unintentionally my limbs became restless and I sat up.

My legs were dangling from the bed and before I could stand up, my beating heart was terribly warning me to have mercy upon myself, with its loud and fast paced pumping.

I strode closer to the mirror which Hestia has covered with a long cloth, I cast a glance back at my friend. The silly girl was sleeping soundly, I wondered how did I manage to get such a good friend.

Nevertheless, I stretched my hand and pulled the cloth in one go with a pounding heart. A naive bud of hope stretched its neck which was soon crushed by the wind of harsh reality, as my eyes landed on the hideous reflection where an ugly hag was staring back at me.

Staring intently in the mirror,

She was admiring the illusion.

The world behind the reflection,

She was dreaming to visit for once.

The illusionary happiness beneath the bruises,

The expected visit to the land!