Chapter 1Last life,Julian Clare—the vampire I loved, the empire I built for him with my blood.
How did he repay me?
Fucked my stepsister Chloe in our bed. Then used dark magic to drain my soul while my flesh rotted off my bones. I died screaming.
This life. I'm eighteen again. And so is he.
He walked into my birthday party with Chloe—fresh bite marks on her neck. Tossed her a priceless youth elixir like I didn't exist.
When she "tripped" and blamed me, he slammed me into the wall.
"Apologize."
I smiled.
"I choose Evan."
Months later, Julian crawled to the hospital where I'd just given birth.
"I was reborn too. Why is fate cruel only to me?"
I smiled.
"You got what you deserved."
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My family’s fate was sealed in an ancient war. We saved the lord of the Clare clan. In return, their lord forged an ancient blood pact with my line.
Each generation, a woman from my family can choose a mate from the Clare heirs, to birth a hybrid child—one who walks in daylight, blessed with eternal life.
When my time came, I didn’t hesitate. I chose the eldest son, Evan, who had been in a cursed slumber for a century.
Every vampire in the room was in disbelief.
After all, everyone knew I’d spent the last few years obsessed with the third son, Julian. It had to be him, or no one.
In my last life, I got my wish. I bonded with Julian and helped him seize control of the family’s vast biotech empire.
But after our union, he started an affair with my adopted sister, Chloe.
To punish her for breaking the blood pact, the family exiled Chloe.
Julian, however, was convinced I had orchestrated the whole thing. He hated me to his very core.
From then on, he kept a string of lovers, and every single one of them looked like Chloe.
The heartbreak shattered me.
In the end, he poisoned my life-sustaining elixirs, making my flesh rot from my bones, and sacrificed my very soul in a dark ritual.
Reborn, I decided to let them have each other.
But I never imagined Julian would be reborn, too.
……
“Look. That arrogant human is back.”
I’d barely stepped out of Lord Alistair’s study when their sharp, mocking voices found me.
A group of young pureblood vampires clustered in the corridor of the old Clare castle. They were dressed in expensive black gowns and suits, their crimson eyes filled with contempt.
“So desperate. She has no shame at all.”
“A lowly human, dreaming of immortality through the blood pact?”
“A filthy half-breed. Their child would be a monster, not a gift.”
I walked past them, my face a blank mask. Every word was a nightmare I’d heard a thousand times before.
In my last life, I walked through this same chorus of mockery straight to my own grave.
“Maggie.”
Julian’s voice cut through the crowd, dripping with his usual cold arrogance.
I stopped and slowly turned.
The third son, Julian, stood in the center of the crowd. He had the signature silver hair and blood-red eyes of the Clare family, his perfect features like a masterpiece carved by God himself.
I was once obsessed with that face. Utterly lost to him.
How ridiculous it all seems now.
“I’m warning you,” Julian said, stalking toward me, his every step a threat. “Stop using your ancestors’ pathetic pact to force my hand.”
“Force you?” I let out a soft laugh. “Lord Julian, when have I ever forced you?”
His eyes flashed with impatience. “You made a scene, telling everyone in the city that you’d have no one but me. What is that if not force?”
The purebloods behind him snickered.
“Exactly. A human woman, brazenly chasing after a vampire noble.”
“Utterly shameless.”
I kept a calm smile on my face, looking at the man I once loved so deeply.
“With all due respect, Lord Julian, I came today at the Lord’s personal invitation.”
“The Lord invited you?” One of his followers burst out laughing. “Why would the Lord summon a wretched human for a private meeting?”
“Because,” I said, my eyes fixed on Julian, “the Lord himself is hosting my eighteenth birthday ball.”
The laughter died instantly.
The entire corridor fell silent.
The rules of our Blood Bond are absolute.
On my eighteenth birthday, the Lord will name the one I am bound to.
That person automatically becomes the next head of the Clare family, and with that power comes control of our most sacred asset: the family Blood Bank.
A few seconds later, a wave of congratulations rushed in.
“Congratulations, Lord Julian!”
“To our future Lady!”
“After the pact, you will be our new master!”
A smug smirk touched Julian’s lips, but his eyes were still ice-cold as he looked at me.
“In that case,” he said, stepping right in front of me and looking down his nose at me, “I have a condition.”
“And what’s that?”
“To ensure tragedy does not repeat itself,” he lowered his voice, “after we are bonded, we will not interfere in each other’s private lives.”
Tragedy does not repeat itself.
Those words made my heart stop.
I stared hard into Julian’s eyes, searching for any sign, any clue.
Could he be reborn, too?
“Tragedy?” I laughed softly. “What tragedy are you referring to, Lord Julian?”
His pupils constricted for a split second before returning to normal. “I just don’t want this… arrangement… to affect other people.”
Other people. Like Chloe?
“Julian?”
A delicate voice called from the end of the hall.
Chloe, dressed in a pure white gown, looked pale and fragile. She walked with a slight limp, a perfect picture of fragile beauty designed to be pitied.
“Chloe!” Julian’s expression softened instantly. He rushed over and took her arm. “What are you doing here? Does your leg still hurt?”
“I’m fine,” she said, biting her lip, tears welling in her eyes. “Mom and Dad were worried about my sister coming to a vampire castle alone, so they insisted I come with her.”
She looked at me, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. “Even though my sister was the reason I fell down the stairs just two days ago, and my leg still aches… family has to look out for each other, right?”
Julian’s face went dark. His eyes blazed with fury as he glared at me.
“Maggie! Look what you’ve done!”
The vampire onlookers started pointing at me.
“She even attacks her own sister.”
“So vicious.”
“No wonder Lord Julian doesn’t want her.”
I looked at Chloe’s innocent face and remembered how she had destroyed my life, one step at a time.
Fell down the stairs?
She threw herself down them to get Julian’s sympathy.
But none of that mattered to me anymore.
“If you’re so scared of the castle,” Julian sneered at me, “then why are you so obsessed with marrying me?”
He suddenly lunged forward and grabbed my wrist.
“Maggie, if you keep being this selfish and cruel, I will never bond with you!”
He flung my hand away and, without another glance, led Chloe away.
The crowd dispersed, leaving me alone in the corridor. A small smile played on my lips.
Julian, this time, even if you begged me to bond with you, I wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
I have a much better choice.
Chapter 2
On the night of my eighteenth birthday ball, the Clare clan’s ballroom was a sea of gold and crystal.
I stood in the center of it all, accepting the guests’ hollow congratulations.
“Happy birthday, Miss Maggie.”
“You’ll be the Lady of the clan soon.”
“What an enviable life.”
Fake smiles. Empty words.
In my last life, I was naive enough to think they meant it.
Now, I saw them for what they were: a flock of vultures waiting to pick my bones clean.
At nine o’clock, the ballroom doors swung open again.
Julian had arrived, fashionably late.
He wore a black tuxedo, his silver hair slicked back perfectly. He looked flawless.
But my eyes were drawn to Chloe, trailing just behind him.
She wore a pale pink evening gown, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hazy.
Most importantly, on her snow-white neck were two fresh bite marks, still beaded with blood.
Whispers rippled through the guests.
“Are those… bite marks?”
“What was Lord Julian doing just now?”
“Before her birthday ball even starts…”
I watched them, feeling nothing.
In my last life, I caught them having sex on my twenty-second birthday, after we were already bonded.
They were in one of the castle’s guest rooms, shamelessly. When I threw the door open, Julian was pulling out of her, his seed glistening all over her body.
The scandal nearly blew up in the media and ended with Chloe’s exile.
It seemed they started much, much earlier this time.
“Maggie,” Julian said, walking up to me with a perfect smile. “Happy birthday.”
“Thank you,” I replied, my voice flat.
He paused, clearly surprised by my coldness.
Based on my last life, I should have been heartbroken over the bite marks on Chloe’s neck.
“It seems you’re willing to suppress even basic female jealousy for the sake of this pact,” Julian sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You play the devoted fiancée so well. Not a flicker of jealousy.”
A low chuckle went through the crowd.
“She has to, to become the Lady.”
“One must be proper.”
Julian lifted his chin, smug. “Maggie, I hope you understand something. After we are bonded, I will be the Lord of the Clare clan. Both vampire nobles and human blood pets may become my lovers. You had best prepare yourself for that.”
As he spoke, he pulled a small, exquisite black box from his pocket.
“This is your birthday gift.”
Before I could take it, Chloe leaned in.
“Wow, Sanguine Elixir!” she gasped, her eyes filled with greed. “That’s the legendary bio-serum! A single bottle is worth a castle! They say it grants eternal youth, delaying aging for decades!”
A collective gasp went through the ballroom.
It was an incredibly precious substance, something only the most ancient vampire families could create.
Julian looked at the box in his hand, then at Chloe’s eager face. He suddenly smiled.
“Well, if Chloe likes it so much, then it’s yours.”
He handed the box to Chloe, then shot me a look of pure contempt. “Besides,” he added, his voice dripping with contempt. “Something this precious is wasted on Maggie. She’d treasure a discarded handkerchief if it was mine.”
The room erupted in laughter.
“Julian is right!”
“Something this precious is wasted on a shameless chaser like her.”
“You could give her pearls and she wouldn’t know their worth.”
I stared at them, a memory from my past life flashing in my mind.
It was at a dinner party. A vicious vampire noblewoman had deliberately pushed me into the pool. I was soaked and humiliated.
Julian had casually taken off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders.
I treated it like a treasure, keeping it safe and sound.
During the height of my love for him, I even slept with that jacket in my arms.
When he found out, he mocked me in front of everyone, calling me “delusional” and telling anyone who would listen that I had a fetish for a piece of old clothing.
For a long time after that, I was too ashamed to appear in public.
Thinking of it now, it all felt so pointless.
Just how pathetic was I in my last life?
“I’m tired. I’m going to rest.” I turned to leave.
“Stop,” Julian’s voice was sharp with anger.
I turned back to him.
“What? Dropping the act already?” he hissed, his charming mask starting to crack. “I knew it. A vicious woman like you could never pretend to be gracious for long.”
The ballroom fell silent.
The guests watched the show, their eyes gleaming with excitement.
“Julian, please stay away from me,” I said calmly.
“Stay away from you?” He sneered. “Isn’t getting close to me exactly what you’ve been dreaming of?”
He moved in, his lips brushing my ear. “After we bond, I’ll be inside you. Let’s see you stay cold to my touch then.”
His vile words made my stomach turn.
I once dreamed of spending an eternity with this man?
I couldn’t take it anymore. I shoved him away.
“Who said I was going to choose you?”
As soon as the words left my mouth, the entire ballroom went dead silent.
Then, it exploded with even louder laughter.
“Hahaha! What did she say?”
“If not Julian, who else could she choose?”
“Is she going to choose Evan? The one who’s been asleep for a hundred years?”
An older vampire noble stood up, his tone theatrically pitying. “Oh, that’s right, I’d forgotten. Evan is indeed a candidate. But the poor thing was so gravely wounded in the war a century ago, his power is nearly gone. He’s still dormant, even now.”
Hearing this, Julian looked at me with a cruel, mocking smile.
“And,” he added with a venomous smile, “some of his other… functions… were permanently damaged. He can’t produce a child, Maggie. Not with you. Not with anyone.”
Chapter 3
Julian’s venomous words were still hanging in the air when Chloe chimed in, her voice dripping with poison disguised as honey.
“Yes, if my sister chooses Lord Evan, she’ll be a widow before the wedding gifts are even unwrapped.” She gave me a look of fake concern. “And there’ll be no one left to even cry for you.”
I stared at her, my voice cold and flat. “Who I choose is none of your business.”
Anger flashed in Chloe’s eyes, but she hid it in an instant. She clutched her chest and began to cough, sagging against Julian like a frail flower.
“Cough, cough… I’m sorry. I’m just worried about you, sister,” she said, her eyes welling up with tears. “I remember that night at the auction… those rival families ganging up on you. I was terrified they’d draw their silver on Julian…”
Her voice grew weaker, as if she might faint at any moment.
The guests around us began to murmur with sympathy.
“That poor child. So fragile, and her own sister treats her so cruelly.”
“She seems like such a kind girl.”
Julian immediately wrapped a protective arm around her. “Chloe, don’t push yourself.”
“I’m alright, Julian,” Chloe said with a weak smile. “All that matters is my sister’s happiness.”
The sight of her performance made me want to vomit.
I fell for this same innocent act in my last life. Hook, line, and sinker.
“Enough.” I turned to leave, sick of the whole charade. I’d seen this play before.
The moment I turned my back, the mask dropped. A vicious glint flashed in Chloe’s eyes. She deliberately stumbled into a nearby table, “accidentally” knocking over a priceless bottle of blood wine.
“Ah!”
The crystal decanter shattered on the floor with a sharp crack, spilling crimson liquid everywhere.
“Gods, that’s a million-dollar bottle of blood wine!” someone gasped.
Chloe scrambled to the floor, pretending to clean up the mess. But she “tripped” right at the edge of the puddle, flinging herself backward onto the stone floor.
“Ahhh!” she shrieked, tears streaming down her face. “Help! Maggie pushed me! You all saw it! She pushed me because she’s jealous!”
Julian was at her side in a flash. He cradled her as he helped her up, his face a mask of fury. “Maggie! How could you!”
In his arms, while all eyes were on Julian, Chloe shot me a triumphant smirk.
That smirk. The same one she wore as she tore my life apart, piece by piece.
“I didn’t touch her,” I said, my voice calm.
“Liar!” Julian roared, his silver hair practically crackling with rage. “Everyone saw you!”
“Saw what?” I scoffed. “Did you see me push her? Or did you just see her fall all by herself?”
“You’re a monster, Maggie!” Julian’s eyes burned with rage. “You’re just jealous that she’s more beautiful than you! Jealous that I love her, not you!”
Chloe sobbed harder in his arms. “Julian, don’t blame her… She’s probably just upset. I don’t blame her.”
That was the last straw. A shock wave of raw power erupted from Julian.
BAM!
I was slammed backward, my back hitting the stone wall hard. The pain was so sharp it almost buckled my knees.
Julian stood there, his eyes blazing. “Touch her again, and I will erase you from this house. Forever.”
