Marry Vampire King After Rebirth

Amelia had never expected to have such a tragic life. 

In the second year of her marriage, she was drugged to vegetable status. She could not move, speak, eat, or go to the bathroom on her own, but could hear and feel and see how her husband betrayed and humiliated her.

In the big, fancy wedding room of her and her husband, Amelia was placed in a cold wheelchair with a thin blanket covering her legs.

In front of her was an extravagant canopy bed which was picked up by her mother as the dowry. But now there lay another woman, laughing and tangling with her own husband, Ian.

“Ian, you are soooooo good!” 

After a long and annoyingly loud sex, the woman laid on Ian’s chest, panting breathlessly.

Ian grabbed her hair to his nose to have a long deep sniff, and then he chuckled with significant satisfaction, “You are great too, Dora.”

Dora quickly climbed up from his chest, straddling his strong waist with her plump breasts perking into the air. When she looked down at Ian, her eyes were filled with uncovered pride. She li/cked her lips with her flexible tongue in a seductive way and then questioned Ian, “Compared with your Alpha wife, who is the best?” 

Ian was amused by her jealousy. He cast a casual glance at Amelia who was motionlessly sitting on the wheelchair, and then stretched his lips to a cold, cruel smile.

“Of course, you’re the best. She was nothing but an empty vase with an Alpha dad. How could she ever compete with you?” 

He reached his arm to the back of Dora’s neck, tackling her down to the bed, ravaging her mouth wildly for another passionate round. The room was soon filled with lustful moans and joyfulness. Amelia was sitting there motionlessly all the time, couldn’t even blink her eyes.

The dr/ug Ian put into her coffee was powerful. The only thing that Amelia could do now was to sit and breathe with her eyes open. She was sure Ian did that to her on purpose, because ever since her “illness” came to light, Ian had started bringing different women to their home every night. He had sex with every one of them. And each time he did it right in front of her eyes. 

“That’s my gift for you. Did you enjoy it, my dear wife?” 

Each time, after he was done with what s/lut he had brought home, he kissed Amelia with his cold lips and then asked her the cruelest question.

Amelia could give him no response, but asked him over and over again in her head, “Why? Why are you doing this to me?”

They grew up together and had been a couple since they were 14. Surely, Amelia wasn’t Ian’s mate, but the time she spent with Ian once made Amelia firmly believe they were soulmates and they were meant for each other.

Then why all this? 

Amelia could utter no sound. Ian surely wouldn’t offer her an answer spontaneously.

All he did was to tor/ture Amelia day and night incessantly. And what made Amelia more desperate was that he kept pretending to be a great husband in front of others, successfully fooling everyone.

“Hi, Ian. You took Amelia out again. What a great husband you are.”

Every morning, after sending off what s/lut he was with last night, Ian always took Amelia out for a walk. He gave her a nice bath first, and then dressed her with the fanciest clothes. He even put some makeup on her and did her hair.

After that, he would move Amelia to that cold wheelchair, and then take her out to the little human town they currently lived in. 

Right before their wedding, Amelia’s father moved their pack here. Now Amelia and Ian were living among normal humans, pretending to be an ordinary human couple.

All the residents here complimented Ian for his fidelity and patience to Amelia. They stopped and talked with him every day. And they praised right in front of Amelia what a great husband Ian was.

“I am just doing what a husband should do. Amelia is the love of my life. There’s nothing I can’t sacrifice for her.”

When Ian replied to those warm-hearted neighbors, he always put his hand on Amelia’s head, gently stroking her soft hair. 

Later, he would take Amelia to the flower shop at the corner of the street to purchase flowers for her. 

He remembered Amelia’s favorite flower to be camellia. Every morning, Ian purchased one white camellia from the shop, and then decorated it on her silk-like flaxen hair.

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Ms. Ralph. And the luckiest one too.” 

Sometimes, the girl who worked in the flower shop would come out with a scissor in her hand to help Ian with the stem. When she saw how carefully Ian dealt with Amelia’s hair, she always sighed with admiration right in front of Amelia’s eyes. 

Amelia could do nothing but let Ian fondle her. After that, Ian would take Amelia to the lakeside of the central park. There, he told Amelia what exactly he would do to her parents and her pack.

“Yesterday, two more tracers were attacked by rogues. Your father is too old to lead your shitty pack. Let’s make a bet. How long will it take before he hands his Alpha position to me?”

Ian always sat on the bench with her wheelchair placed right beside him. While he was speaking, he held Amelia’s hand in his palm, caressing her skin gently like a really sweet lover. Yet, the words that came out of his mouth were cold and cruel like a per/vert.

“I have been waiting for this day to come for so many years, Amelia. To date you, to pretend to be nice to your shitty family, to blend into your f/ucking pack. Let’s watch how I am going to destroy everything. I will kill your parents. I will murder your sister. I will demolish your f/ucking pack. And then you will have nothing but me.”

Whenever he said so, he had this manic smile on his chiseled, handsome face. He squeezed Amelia’s hand so hard. It almost broke her bones. But he always stopped before he actually hurt her. 

“Believe it or not, I am indeed deeply in love with you, my dear wife.” 

Ian always whispered this sentence at Amelia’s ear as the end of their morning walk. He would then press a gentle kiss on her forehead before bringing her back to their home.

After that, he would go out to help Amelia’s father with the pack’s affairs. Normally, he wouldn’t come back until the end of the day with another different woman in his arms. 

Amelia would be placed in the living room, facing the balcony alone with an infusion bag hanging beside her wheelchair. Twice a week, the housekeeper would come in to clean the room and talk to her for a while. More of the time, Amelia sat there alone,

questioning, doubting, and wondering how all of these could be happening to her.

She used to be devoted to Ian so deeply and she was sure Ian loved her too. Then why did he suddenly betray her, tor/ture her, and threaten her to destroy her everything?

Tears were impossible to reach her eyes, but they had already flooded her heart. A long time ago, ever since Ian told her it was him who drugged her to vegetable status, she had been crying day and night. 

Now six months had passed, after the extremely long-term hellish torm/ent, when she watched Ian sleeping with other women, she could hardly feel anything. She just wanted to know why. She just desperately needed an answer…

Why?

Why did you betray me and tor/ture me like that? Why did you hold such a deep grudge towards me?

Could someone please give me an answer? Or could someone just show up and offer me a hand?

A hand for what? 

Amelia had no idea what she was asking for. She just felt that she needed someone. 

Ian had told her the d/rug he used on her was irreversible. Without his permission, she couldn’t even end her own life, let alone tell others about his treachery. All she could do now was to sit there to watch, to see, to witness how he deceived everyone and destroyed her life.

Still, she wanted someone to talk with, to speak to, to look at, even only through her motionless dead eyes.

She needed someone who was kind, someone who wouldn’t laugh at her for her stupid trust in Ian.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Please.

Someone please just come to my side.

On the 185th day of her frozen, Amelia cried, prayed, and begged so hard in her empty, lonely living room.

That’s when she heard someone knock open the door. At the same time, a husky male voice came from behind and called her, “Mate.”