Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Billionaire Is 23

Chapter 23 Thunder, Broken Candle, an Omen of Death

Chapter 23 Thunder, Broken Candle, an Omen of Death

+5 Free Coins

Beneath the dark, looming clouds, a sudden streak of lightning was followed by a thunderclap so loud it felt like i I was right. on top of me.

I crouched down where I stood, clutching my ears in fright, nearly convinced I was about to lose my senses from the fear.

When I dared to look up again, I noticed the candle from the altar had toppled over in front of Luke.

The candle was snapped in half, and the wax spread across the floor like a dark omen.

This unsettling scene caused my grandmother, who had been watching with her usual stern concern, to nearly collapse. Thankfully, Mrs. Lambert was quick to support her. "Old Madam."

Luke, typically dismissive of superstitions, could not help but feel unnerved by the candle that had seemingly targeted him. Grandma's face paled, her voice shaky, "Thunder, broken candle, an omen of death... What have you done that is so terrible?" "Grandma, I swear, it's just a coincidence," Luke tried to reassure her, but his voice lacked conviction.

Understanding the old lady's deep-seated beliefs, Mrs. Lambert immediately summoned a servant to clean up the place.

"Old Madam, it's just a coincidence. Please, don't worry yourself. You should rest."

"Mrs. Lambert, I've been uneasy. Chloe haunts my dreams every night, and it's been over ten days since she last called," Grandma confessed, her anxiety palpable. Luke's expression darkened significantly. He was well aware of my deep attachment to Grandma, frequently visiting her or at least calling every few days.

While I might disregard him, I would never neglect Grandma.

"Grandma, are you sure Chloe hasn't called?" Luke pressed, desperate for some reassurance.

"Do I look like I would lie about this?" Grandmother snapped back, her frustration clear.

At that moment, I watched as realization dawned on Luke. His face turned white and he seemed to be getting weak in the knees.

Perhaps he was beginning to understand that the disturbing details surrounding the bloody wedding dress at the police station were more than mere coincidences.

Suddenly, a servant's voice broke the tense atmosphere, "Old Madam; your package has arrived. It's from Ms. Chloe."

stepped forward to receive the package. The sender's details confirmed it was indeed from me, complete with my name

seeing the package,

box containing an amulet and a greeting card I had prepared

amulet, blessed at Mount Spiritus before my

arranged for its delivery today, after the wedding, through a courier who frequently handled

timing was perfect as it

eyes as she read the greeting card

from Mount Spiritus and isn't something you can simply buy. It requires one to make their way to its summit, where a priest blesses it. Ms. Chloe has shown great filial

12:07 PM

23 Thunder, Broken Candle, an Omen

"If she's sent a gift, she must be on her way. Have someone

""Of course."

+5 Free Coins

the amulet's significance, "To obtain this amulet, one must really

"it's a journey of 39,999 steps to the top, a challenge that can take a whole day. Many

I cheerfully sent him off to the

significance, he had carelessly tossed it into

knee, he had asked about it, and I

he only sustained minor injuries, later realizing the amulet's potential significance when he could not find his

the effort behind such an amulet, he watched as Grandma tucked

you looking at? This is from Chloe," she

a similar amulet. Here, I've also brought you a Bible and a pendant, hoping they keep you

her the book, and seeing it was the Bible, Grandma took it with reverence. Her gaze shifted curiously over

look so

a revered priest using unique materials and has received special blessings. It's meant

her fingers over the book gently. I tried in vain to stop her. "Grandma, no! You shouldn't

anymore. My concern was the profound sadness Grandma

her age, such a revelation would be too much

deeply Grandma loved me, used

hell with me when I

shot at life

as Grandma tenderly traced the

between family, but she appeared genuinely fond of it, her touch as gentle as when she caressed my head in my