Recap of Chapter 59: Shackled Hearts, Fractured Trust
The Mistress tightened her grip. The golden curse flared visibly on Jemil's skin, burning like brands beneath his flesh, pulsing whenever he wavered in focus. Each mark carried temptation, forcing his wives to see him not just as their leader, but as something fragile, bound, and dangerous.
Kaelina's blade faltered when Jemil's chains erupted mid-battle, wrapping briefly around her wrist before shattering. Lyra's flames grew wild as if her own passion fed the curse, while Nyssa's illusions trembled under the Mistress's mocking laughter. The chamber became a mirror of fears, desires, and half-formed truths—an endless game where victory seemed to slip further away the harder they fought.
And then the Mistress spoke: "If you cannot trust what you see, how can you trust the bonds that hold you together?"
