All Chapters of LINGERIE ONLY: Red Light District : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AMBROSIUS The estate grounds were busier than they usually were. Carriages from every noble house within three territories had been arriving since dawn for Lord Vincent's funeral. As expected of a family like the Devereux, Lord Vincent's funeral was less about mourning and more about the elites gathered to see how the new, young Lord Kiran would carry the family name. Kiran had ordered me to stand in the main hall for the first hour of the wake. I was dressed in a dark, high-collared tunic, standing completely still beside the grand portrait of his father. As the guests walked past the casket, their eyes would inevitably drift toward me. I could hear their whispered gasps and their masked confusion. They knew what I was. A vampire—a living relic of the old wars, an heirloom kept behind locked doors for two centuries. To them, my very existence was a terrifying myth and a flex of power that only the Devereux family could pull off.But Kiran didn't let them stare for long. True to t

AMBROSIUS The lower dungeons were completely dark, damp, and smelled of mold. The guards had dragged me down here right after the incident in the library, stripping me of my tunic and trousers. They left me with nothing but a thin, oversized white shirt that hung loosely over my frame, and a pair of simple inner shorts.The cell door was made of thick silver bars. I had to stay in the exact center of the stone floor, sitting with my knees pulled to my chest. Silver was poison to my kind. Even with the suppressant drugs keeping my vampire abilities at zero, my flesh would blister and burn upon contact with the metal. I couldn't even lean against the door to rest my aching back.Days bled into each other. I lost track of time as I couldn't even see the sun rise here unlike in my room where I could at least tell behind drawn curtains. A servant was instructed to feed me everyday. The servant would open a small slot at the bottom of the door to slide a blood bag inside. The blood was al

AMBROSIUS Kiran didn’t leave me in the dungeon for the entire week. Three days before his scheduled trip to the East, he had the guards drag me back up to my bedroom. He didn’t say a word about the young noble he’d killed, and he didn’t ask why I had been in the library. He simply used me. He spent the entire night reminding me who I belonged to, his rough hands leaving fresh marks over my older bruises before he finally left at dawn.By afternoon, the estate was busy as everyone prepared for Kiran’s departure. I stood by the heavily curtained window of my room, peeking through a sliver of the velvet fabric. Down in the courtyard, Kiran was getting into his carriage and as expected, Fyodor was going with him as well.Kiran never went anywhere without him. Despite being a rather competent head of the Devereux family, Kiran was too nonchalant to handle the boring details of travel, leaving everything for Fyodor to organize.I watched them ride out of the iron gates with a small detachm

AMBROSIUS By the fourth day of our escape, even the weather was against us at this point. Heavy rain began to pour, turning the dirt tracks muddy and soaking through my thin clothes until I was shivering non-stop. Jude didn't seem to care. In fact, I could tell he was intentionally taking the longest routes through the rocky hills. He was dragging out the journey on purpose, squeezing every single drop of utility out of my body before he finally had to hand over my freedom. Humans were so damn predictable, it was nearly revolting.As storm grew more violent, Jude suggested we take shelter in a nearby cave.“You know we can only move when it's night right?” I reminded him.“Yeah, and we've been doing just that for hours in this storm,” he rolled his eyes as he headed towards the cave. “Unlike you, humans can fall sick and die. And, I don't plan on dying.”I watched him disappear into the cave and for a second, I wanted to tell him that I was closer to a human than I was to a vampire

AMBROSIUS I followed Fyodor down the stone steps, my heart racing as we took each step. I couldn't tell what Kiran was thinking. He'd left me alone for days to recover, which was already out of character and now, he had summoned me to meet him at the lower depths of the manor—the torture room.“We're here,” Fyodor stopped in front of a wooden door. I took in a deep breath to steady my heart as he pushed open the door. He stepped aside to let me enter.The first thing my eyes took in was Jude, who'd been tied securely to a wooden chair in the center of the room. His face was swollen beyond recognition, his nose smashed, and his shirt was soaked in dried blood. He looked like he was hanging on by a thread.Several of his fingers were missing, leaving open stumps that dripped onto the stone floor. Looking at his disfigured state, I didn't feel a single ounce of pity which I found intriguing as I was someone who couldn't stand the sight of something so cruel without panicking. Instead,