Married With Vampire and Vanished

Margaret’s POVI came to the hospital alone for my prenatal checkup when I saw a familiar figure.Adrian and Elara were standing side by side, looking down at the ultrasound images in their hands.Elara was holding onto my husband’s arm, tilting her head toward him with a bright, contented smile.I saw it clearly.She had red pupils.She was a pregnant vampire.“Look,” she said softly.“Our baby is really cute.”“This has to be the cutest vampire baby in the world, right?”Adrian didn’t answer her.But even from the far end of the hallway, I could still see the faint curve of a smile at the corner of his lips.“Margaret Valemont, please proceed to Examination Room Three.”My name echoed through the empty corridor.I stood there alone, watching as a moment of blankness and panic flashed across Adrian’s face.He turned around, saw me, and quickly pulled his arm away from Elara.We had been married for ten years. I was the only daughter of the Hawthorne family, once noble and long fallen

Margaret’s POVThis time, I truly had no intention of holding back.Before I could even raise my hand, Adrian rushed forward and grabbed my wrist.“Calm down.”He moved too fast.It felt like he had already decided to protect her.“This is my fault,” Elara said softly, cutting in before I could speak.“If I hadn’t asked you to come with me to the prenatal checkup, if I hadn’t moved in here, none of this would have happened.Her head was lowered, her voice so light it almost dissolved into the air.“I never should have appeared in the first place.”“I should just leave.”I thought coldly.Then leave.But to my surprise, Adrian spoke first.“You can leave.”His words came quickly, as if he had finally made some kind of decision.“I’m not going to force my wife out of this house.”For a moment, I was genuinely stunned.I had already prepared myself to be blamed.To be told to step aside.To be asked to compromise again.Elara clearly hadn’t expected it either.But she froze for less than

Margaret’s POVWhen I woke up, the hospital room was unnaturally quiet.The curtains were fully drawn, shutting out the outside world. The lights were dim, casting long shadows that made the room feel smaller and heavier than it should have been. There were only two people inside. A woman sat at the edge of my bed, her eyes red and swollen. It was clear she had been crying for a long time, yet she seemed determined not to let herself break down again. A man stood a few steps away, pacing back and forth in silence, his movements tense, as if he were forcing his anger to stay contained.The effects of the medication had not completely worn off. My thoughts moved slowly, sluggish and unfocused, as though my mind had not yet caught up with my body.When I finally opened my eyes, the woman noticed at once. She reached for my hand without hesitation and held it tightly, as if she were afraid that if she let go, I might slip away again.“Margaret, don’t be afraid,” she said softly.Her voi

Margaret’s POVThe day my birth parents brought me home, I finally understood that none of what they had told me before had been an exaggeration.What stood before me was not merely a mansion.It was an entire private estate, sealed off from the outside world, protected by layers of discreet but impenetrable security. Every entrance was controlled. Every movement monitored. The silence itself carried weight, not the hollow quiet of isolation, but the kind of stillness that comes from absolute control.It was calm.And yet, it radiated power.My father’s influence stretched far beyond what I had once imagined. His business empire was woven deeply into the global financial system. Investment banks, energy acquisitions, cross-border capital flows, sovereign funds, and multinational conglomerates—some openly connected to his name, others operating quietly through layers of intermediaries. Where money moved, where markets shifted, where rules bent or were rewritten, traces of his presen