# Chapter 151: Blood Ties
Hello everyone, it's me again! How are you all doing? Today I will continue to walk with you and review Chapter 151 of *"Forgotten Wife: Let the Traitors Kneel Down"* — a chapter that crackles with family hatred, buried secrets, and a mother's terrifying revelation. This is no quiet conversation between siblings. This is a storm of broken porcelain, burning fireballs, and a truth that could shake everything April thought she knew about herself. So hold on tight, because this chapter takes us straight into the heart of the war.
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The air in that lavish hall was thick with tension and shattered fragments of what used to be beautiful vases. Cira was on a rampage, her hands sweeping across every surface, sending ornaments crashing to the floor in satisfying splinters. Each shatter seemed to feed her hunger for destruction. And through it all, Enzo stood perfectly still, his eyes locked on his sister, studying her every twitch as if she were a snake about to strike.
Finally, he dared to break the silence.
"Cira, what are you planning to do? I have many plans. Which one are you interested in? The ones I have with you, or the ones I have with that bitch, Abril? I'm curious about both."
There was a quiet trembling in Enzo's voice. Not fear for himself exactly. Fear of what his sister might reveal.
Cira stopped her rampage just long enough to offer him a dark smile. "Well, I will be merciful with you. I will let you live as long as you are useful to me. So if you want to keep breathing, you had better not get in my way."
Enzo swallowed hard. "And with April?"
Cira grabbed another vase and hurled it to the ground, where it exploded into a thousand glittering pieces before she answered. "For her, my plans are also Father's. What? I suppose Father didn't tell you, since he doesn't think it's worth telling you. He wants her dead. He says she's dangerous."
A laugh slipped from Cira's lips, cold and mocking. "That seems ridiculous to me. What could that bitch do against us? She's useless without magic."
But Enzo knew better. He had always been more sensitive to magic than anyone else in his family. On more than one occasion, he had felt something strange pulsing within April. It was faint—so faint that no one else would ever notice it—but it was there. Magic. Yet he had never told a soul. Why? Because if his father ever learned that April possessed even a drop of magic, he would have made her his successor without hesitation. And that was a future Enzo could not allow.
*What if she wasn't useless?* his mind whispered. *What if she also had magic?*
But Cira didn't care. "It doesn't matter whether she has magic or not," she said coldly, as if answering his unspoken thought. "I will kill her—but not before destroying everything she has."
Then, like a hunter sensing prey, Cira turned her gaze. Someone was watching her. Her eyes found the shadowed corner of the room, where April stood beside her mother, Sophia. A cruel smile stretched across Cira's face.
"I think I won't have to wait that long to destroy that bitch."
Without warning, Cira formed a blazing fireball in her right hand. Sophia grabbed April's hand, and the instant Cira hurled the flames toward them, they vanished—whisked away as if they had never been there at all.
When the world steadied again, April and Sophia stood in a strange, windswept place. It seemed to be the top of a tower, high above the world. And from that height, April saw something that made her blood run cold.
Thousands upon thousands of monsters filled the training fields below. They swarmed like a dark plague, their roars rising like a hymn of doom. And in the center of them stood her father—Vritra—a terrifying figure radiating power.
Sophia's voice was gentle but heavy with urgency. "My little one, as you can see, the war is at the door. And it seems Vritra suspects your powers. I don't think it will take long for him to attack us. That is why you must be prepared, April. Because without you, this war cannot be won."
April stared at that nightmare below, and fear dug its claws into her heart. "What if I'm not as powerful as you think? What if I can't fight when the time comes?"
Sophia took her hand, warm and steady. "Do not be afraid. You are very powerful, my little one."
"April," she continued, her eyes burning with conviction, "through your veins runs not only my blood. You also possess Vritra's blood. Proof of this is your reddish hair. But you did not only inherit the color of his hair. You inherited his magic as well. Like him, you have fire magic. It has not awakened yet, but I am certain that when the time comes, it will awaken—and there will be no one who can stand against you. The darkness will not be able to defeat you. Just never forget who you are."
But in that very moment, Vritra felt something. A gaze. A presence. He looked up, scanning the horizon until he found the source: the top of one of the palace towers. His dark magic surged, and he leaped—propelling himself through the air with terrifying speed. In seconds, he landed on the tower before them, his eyes fierce and his voice a blade.
"Who are you? Show yourself immediately."
Sophia stared at him, and time seemed to twist. Although many years had passed—although his face was lined with wrinkles and his red hair had begun to thread with white—for a moment, she saw the young man she had once fallen madly, hopelessly in love with. She had loved him with all her heart. And deep down, she still loved him.
But love would not save them now.
Vritra stepped forward, a crimson flame blooming in his hand. "I guess I'll have to force you to leave."
The flame grew. And grew. It swelled until it consumed the entire tower in an inferno. April trembled, even though her physical body was not truly there. She could feel the suffocating heat, the burning press of flames, the acrid smoke filling her lungs until she couldn't breathe.
Sophia wrapped her arms around her daughter. "I'm sorry."
And then April woke up.
She was shaking. Drenched in sweat. Her breathing was ragged and desperate, her body burning as if she had been standing inside a furnace. Some parts of her skin were red and raw, like fresh burns. She tried to rise and reach the bathroom, craving the relief of cold water, but the door burst open.
Alessandro.
His eyes filled with vivid terror the moment he saw her—her red skin, her sweat-soaked hair, her labored breathing. He rushed to her side, grabbed her shoulders, and demanded, "Aby, who did this to you?"
April could barely speak. She felt as if her lungs were made of ash. With great difficulty, she asked him to take her to the bathroom.
Alessandro did. He carried her to the bathtub, half-filled with cold water, and lowered her into it. The chill hit her burning skin like a miracle, and slowly, the fire inside her began to calm. He stayed beside her the entire time, holding her hand, waiting until her breathing softened and the panic ebbed away.
"Are you better?" he asked.
"Yes."
"What happened to you? Has someone attacked you?"
"It's not what you think," she whispered. "No one has attacked me."
"Your skin is red. Until a moment ago, you couldn't breathe. Do you really think I'm going to believe you haven't been attacked?"
"It's true. I've been in this room the whole time. No one has entered."
Alessandro took her face in his hands, his gaze blazing with protective fury. "I won't believe that. Tell me who did it—or else I will leave no stone unturned until I find whoever dared to lay a hand on you. I will make them pay with their life."
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### Reader's Impressions & Star Rating
What a breathtaking chapter! The dual worlds of vision and reality blurred together so seamlessly that I felt April's fear in my own chest. I loved the revelation about her fire magic and the connection to Vritra—it adds such a rich, complicated layer to her identity. Sophia's confession about her lingering love for Vritra broke my heart, while Cira's cruelty made me want to scream. And Alessandro? That man is a storm of devotion and fury, and I live for it. The pacing was perfect, the tension never wavered, and that cliffhanger with Alessandro demanding the truth left me desperate for more.
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4.8 / 5 Stars
### Next Chapter Prediction
Alessandro will not let this go easily. He will begin hunting for answers, and in his search, he might stumble upon the very secret Sophia buried so deep—April's inherited fire magic. Meanwhile, Vritra's forces are moving, and Cira is preparing her own cruel strike. I predict that April will soon be forced into a position where her dormant powers awaken at the worst possible moment, drawing everyone's attention and making the war far more personal than anyone expected. The bond between Alessandro and April is about to be tested like never before.
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