All Chapters of Seven Days to Vanish：Escaping My Vampire Prince: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The taunts from his new pet started two months ago.Videos of them tangled together, of Clarence’s obsession with her young body… the cruel truth was shoved in my face.I never let on that I knew. I just quietly prepared, setting a deadline for my departure: seven days.In an abandoned church outside New York City, the only light came from the moon filtering through stained-glass windows, casting shattered rainbows on the floor.I pushed a leather satchel heavy with gold toward the hooded witch.“I need you to remove the Thorne family crest from my skin. And I need you to make me human. Flawlessly,” my voice echoed in the cavernous, empty church.The witch opened the satchel, the gleam of the coins lighting up her ancient face.She sifted through the gold with withered fingers, raising an eyebrow. “It seems the noble Prince’s consort wants to run away… Perhaps you’ll need me to cover your tracks, as well?”“Yes,” I nodded, my fingers digging into the edge of the pew. “My scent, my trai

“Darling, you must have drunk some tainted blood.” Clarence gently helped me back into the car, handing me a flask of fresh, crimson liquid. “Let me take you to the blood bank. You can have anything you want.”I shook my head, trying to look weak and harmless. “No, it’s alright. I think my energy has just been low lately.”“Then let me throw a party for you, help you relax,” he suggested, ever the thoughtful husband. “Would the Lady of House Thorne do me the honor?”An idea sparked, sharp and cruel. I smiled. “Of course. Could we have it at the Waldorf Astoria? I’ve always loved the decor there.”A flicker of panic crossed Clarence’s eyes, but he masked it quickly. “Of course, my love. I’ll have it arranged immediately.”I knew what he was thinking.The risk of us both being at the same hotel was too high.But he couldn’t refuse the small request of his “sick” mate, could he?Back home, Clarence was exceptionally attentive. He brought me the purest blood, insisted I stay in bed, and ch

I let out a small laugh, answering casually, “Oh, that’s my friend Maria. She wants to see the Northern Lights, but her human ID expired. She was just asking me about the renewal process. You know how she is with all that human paperwork.”My tone was light and natural, betraying nothing.Clarence immediately relaxed, a look of sheepishness on his face. “Sorry, my love. For a second, I thought you were going to leave me.”His words drew envious glances from the noblewomen at nearby tables. See how devoted Prince Thorne is to me.I hid a cold smirk behind my crystal goblet.To the outside world, we were still the perfect, enviable couple.At 10:30, the banquet was winding down.When we were the last two left in the restaurant, Clarence came to my side, reaching for an embrace. “Tonight was perfect.”As he drew near, a mixed scent hit me.Cigar smoke, the metallic tang of expensive blood, and that damnable, sickly-sweet scent of Seraphina.That cloying, nauseating smell was radiating fro

Three days left.I sat at my vanity, staring at my reflection.Long black hair, perfect makeup, the diamond necklace Clarence gave me… all of it so perfect, so false.My phone buzzed again.Another photo from Seraphina in Paris, this one of her in Clarence’s arms in front of the Eiffel Tower.“He said only the romance of Paris is worthy of me. This is more exciting to him than any of your anniversaries.”I ignored it and contacted my advisor at the vampire bank.“Lady Thorne. A pleasure to serve you.”“I need to transfer all my personal assets anonymously. It needs to be done today.”Two days left.I met Maria for a final goodbye. She was my only real friend.“Molly, you don’t seem… right,” she said, her eyes full of concern.“I’m leaving New York,” I stated simply.“On a trip?”“For good.”Maria paused, then nodded. “I understand. Do you need my help?”This is why I loved her. She never pried, only offered support.“No. But…” I handed her a small package. “This is for you.”She opened

(Clarence’s POV)Clarence stood in the center of the cavernous living room, his gaze sweeping across the space.Everything was in its place—the imported Italian antiques, the priceless crystal chandeliers, the expensive art on the walls. But something was missing.Molly’s scent—that faint, unique blend of old ink and roses—was gone.For five hundred years, that scent had permeated every corner of the castle, the very definition of ‘home.’Now, all he could smell was dust.He appeared on the second floor.Each step up the grand staircase made the dread in his heart heavier. Usually, at this hour, Molly would be in her studio, painting, or in the library, reading. She always waited up for him, no matter how late he returned.But tonight, the studio door was ajar, the room shrouded in darkness.The library was the same.The master bedroom door was half-open.Clarence pushed it open and walked to Molly’s vanity. It was usually cluttered with her jewelry boxes and several framed photos of t