A hundred years ago, the Orville Family had been cursed. For decades, hey had spent a huge amount of money trying to find a way to stop it. The only method that worked was using the evil energy inside the blood of royal embalmers to fight against the curse, like using poison to cure poison.
That bloodline had been passed down to me and now, I was the only one left in the world with it. In order to save lives and gather the negative energy needed, I agreed to marry into the Orville Family. The deal was for five years.
Unfortunately, even draining my own blood was not enough. Eventually, I had to use my son’s blood too, just to barely keep the Orville Family safe. I had thought that because of my sacrifice, both my son and I could live a peaceful life after the five years were over.
But I never imagined that everything would change so badly.
I gently pulled the white cloth back over my son's body and spoke calmly, as if I no longer had any emotions left.
"Mrs. Orville, the five-year agreement has ended. Without Alex, I can no longer hold down the evil spirit of the Orville Family by myself."