Chapter 92: Sacred Ground 

Chapter 92: Sacred Ground 

(Olivia’s POV)‘ 

I gripped Victoria’s perfectly styled hair tighter, forcing her head down toward Lily’s tombstone. My entire body trembled with a rage I’d never experienced before–primal, fierce, and 

unstoppable. 

“Apologize to my daughter!” I demanded, my voice barely recognizable even to myself. 

Victoria struggled against my grip, her manicured nails clawing at my wrists. “Let go of me, 

you crazy b***h!” 

Her resistance only fueled my determination. This woman had tormented my daughter in life, manipulated my husband, and now dared to desecrate Lily’s final resting place. No more. 

“Apologize!” I slammed her head forward, forcing her forehead against the cold stone of Lily’s 

grave marker. 

The impact echoed through the quiet cemetery–a hollow sound that somehow satisfied the 

burning rage inside me. Victoria’s perfectly applied makeup smeared against the moonstone, 

leaving a grotesque imprint. 

“You will show respect to my daughter,” I hissed, yanking her head back only to force it down 

again. 

Victoria’s body went rigid with shock. No one had ever dared to treat her this way–certainly not the meek, accommodating Luna she’d manipulated for years. 

“Have you lost your mind?” she gasped, struggling to free herself from my iron grip. “I’m calling Ethan the moment I-” 

I cut her off with another forceful bow, her forehead connecting with the stone again. “Call him. Tell him how you came to curse my daughter’s grave in the middle of the night.” 

My strength surprised even me. Where had this power been all these years? Perhaps it had always been there, dormant until maternal instinct and grief combined into something unstoppable. 

Victoria twisted violently in my grasp, her face contorted with hatred. “That little mongrel deserved to die! She was weak, just like you!” 

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Her words ignited something primal within me. My hand connected with her face in a 

resounding slap, the sound sharp in the night air. 

“Don’t you dare speak of my daughter that way!” I slapped her again, harder this time. 

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Victoria’s head snapped to the side, a red mark blooming on her pale cheek. Her eyes widened 

in shock and fear. 

“You’re insane,” she whispered, a tremor in her voice. “Completely insane.” 

I grabbed her hair again, forcing her to look at Lily’s tombstone. “Say her name. Say ‘I’m sorry, Lily Winters.” 

Victoria’s eyes darted frantically around the cemetery, searching for escape or assistance. 

Finding none, her desperation grew. 

“I will destroy you for this,” she threatened, her voice low and venomous. “When Ethan hears-” 

I slapped her again, cutting off her words. “Say it!” 

Victoria’s gaze locked on something near the grave–a broken piece of ceramic from a 

shattered offering vase. Before I could react, her hand shot out, fingers closing around the jagged shard. 

In one swift motion, she slashed at my hand, the sharp edge cutting deep into my flesh. 

Pain exploded through my palm, hot and immediate. I instinctively loosened my grip, giving 

Victoria the opening she needed. 

She twisted away from me, scrambling backward on her hands and knees. Blood dripped from 

my wounded hand onto Lily’s grave, dark droplets staining the white moonstone. 

“You cut me,” I said, staring at my bleeding palm in disbelief. 

Victoria’s lips curved into a triumphant smile as she rose to her feet. “And I’ll do worse if you 

touch me again.” 

I lunged toward her, but my injured hand threw me off balance. I stumbled, giving Victoria 

precious seconds to reach into her designer bag. 

“Stay back,” she warned, pulling out a small dark bottle–the same one she’d been about to 

empty on Lily’s grave when I arrived. 

My heart froze. “Victoria, don’t.” 

Her eyes gleamed with malicious intent. “You should have let me leave.” 

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“Please,” I begged, my anger giving way to desperation. “Whatever that is, don’t pour it on my 

daughter’s grave.” 

Victoria’s smile widened, cruel and satisfied. “You want to know what this is? It’s a curse, 

Olivia. An ancient one that ensures restless spirits.” 

Horror washed over me. “You can’t believe in such things.” 

“Can’t I?” Victoria uncapped the bottle. “The old wolves have their ways. Ways to ensure a 

spirit never finds peace.” 

I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the throbbing pain in my hand. “Don’t!” 

But I was too late. Victoria upended the bottle over Lily’s tombstone, the dark liquid spilling 

across the engraved name and dates. 

“Don’t…” I had just gotten up from the ground, but before I could stand steady, I witnessed this 

heartbreaking scene. 

The viscous substance oozed down the face of the stone, seeping into the engraved letters of my daughter’s name. The moonlight caught it, giving it an oily, iridescent sheen. 

“No!” I cried, rushing forward. 

Victoria stepped back, tossing the empty bottle aside. “Now she’ll never rest. Just like you’ll 

never know peace.” 

I fell to my knees before Lily’s desecrated grave, frantically trying to wipe away the dark liquid with my sleeve. It clung stubbornly to the stone, thick and resistant. 

“What have you done?” I sobbed, my tears mixing with the substance as I desperately tried to 

clean it away. “What have you done to my baby?” 

Victoria’s laughter echoed through the cemetery as she backed away. “Give Ethan my regards. Tell him I’ll be waiting when he’s ready to admit his mistake.” 

I barely registered her departure, all my focus on removing the foul substance from Lily’s grave. My sleeve was quickly saturated, the dark liquid staining the fabric but still clinging to 

the stone. 

“I’m sorry, Lily,” I wept, using my bare hands now. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you.” 

The substance felt warm against my skin, unnaturally so in the cool night air. It smelled of something ancient and wrong–herbs and blood and things that shouldn’t be combined. 

Was it truly a curse? Could Victoria really condemn my daughter’s spirit to eternal unrest? 

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I didn’t know, but I couldn’t take the chance. I had to clean every trace of it from Lily’s grave. 

My injured hand throbbed painfully as I worked, blood mixing with the dark substance. I didn’t care. Physical pain was nothing compared to the thought of Lily’s spirit suffering. 

“Ms. Winters?” A gentle voice broke through my frantic efforts. 

I looked up to see Gregory Tanner, the night guardian of Sacred Moonlight Cemetery, standing 

a few feet away. His weathered face was creased with concern. 

“Are you alright? I heard shouting.” 

I shook my head, unable to speak through my tears. I gestured helplessly at the desecrated 

grave. 

Gregory’s expression darkened as he took in the scene. “Wait here,” he said, his voice gentle 

but firm. “I’ll be right back.” 

He disappeared into the darkness, returning minutes later with a bucket of hot water and 

clean cloths. 

“Here,” he said, kneeling beside me. “This will work better.” 

I accepted the cloths gratefully, dipping one into the steaming water. “Thank you.” 

Gregory watched as I resumed my cleaning efforts, the hot water helping to dissolve the 

stubborn substance. 

“Who did this?” he asked quietly. 

“Victoria Frost,” I replied, my voice breaking. “She… she said it was a curse. To keep Lily’s spirit 

from resting.” 

Gregory’s face hardened. “I’ll check the surveillance footage. We have cameras at all the main 

entrances.” 

I nodded absently, focused entirely on my task. The hot water was working, the dark substance gradually lifting from the stone. 

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