Chapter 185. The Nighmare

Ellie's POV

Seconds pass, turning into long minutes that feel like a pure, suffocating eternity. I forgot how to blink ever since the moment my eyes locked with this pair. It is him, beyond any doubt, but I still want to believe that it is not him. I am waiting for that flicker of a moment when his face turns into the unfamiliar face of my ghost betrothed.

But then, minutes and minutes go by, and it is not changing. And how can it change if I hear the name loud and clear?

I take the first long blink after an eternity.

Damian, Almeda, and Riccaforte? Who is that ghost? That... how come? Why the fuck didn't I know? What is this? A fucking joke?

Hell is crumbling down on me. My head is spinning a thousand degrees per second as I spring to my feet again, albeit with so many shaky limbs. I have to clench to my seat for aid as I strut behind it, struggling to ponder any connotation of this hell of a farce as Damian's demeaning frame racks tal