All Chapters of Vampire Husband Chose My Sister, I Left: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Damian assumed I was trying to provoke him.He didn't chase me, and he didn't send anyone to stop me.That night, the Blackwood estate blazed with light. Damian held a welcome banquet for Cecilia, and nearly every official from the Night Council, every representative of the vampire clans, and every notable in the city had turned out.I, meanwhile, was thrown out with my luggage by the butler and banished to the most remote corner of the estate: the old garage.It had been abandoned long ago. There was no heating, and the cracks in the walls reeked of damp mold. The December wind sliced through the broken roller door like thin blades dragging across bare skin.For the past three years, I had been draining a full cup of blood every month to make Damian's medicine. My body was already far weaker than it should have been. My hands and feet were perpetually ice-cold, and the slightest chill would set my heart racing and my vision spinning.I didn't cry. I didn't go begging.I just held tigh

Cecilia assumed that my move to the old garage meant I had given up.She began testing my limits without a shred of restraint.The estate kitchen first cut off my dinner, then stopped delivering clean drinking water altogether. The only things left outside my door each day were cold cuts left over from banquets, spoiled broth, and sometimes even half-drained blood bags.I was human. I had no use for blood, and I refused to touch any of it.I survived on nutrient pills I had formulated myself, slipping out at night to collect filtered water from the greenhouse.When she saw that I still wasn't making a fuss, Cecilia had the space heaters removed and the power to the garage cut.A cold snap hit Santvela without warning, sending nighttime temperatures into the single digits. The old garage was an iron icebox. I piled every piece of clothing I owned over myself and still shivered awake all night.I endured it.Not because I was afraid of her, but because the Moonfrost needed two more days.

Lucien and I agreed that I would deliver the first batch of calming blood perfume to the Night Council in three days.By the time I returned to the Blackwood estate, dawn was breaking along the horizon.The vampire servants retreated into the light-sealed main house. I had barely stepped inside the old garage when a thick, sour stench hit me.My heart lurched.The underground cellar.I rushed over and found that the heavy iron door had been bashed open with a hammer. The broken lock and splinters of wood were scattered across the floor.The moment the light came on, every drop of blood in my body turned to ice.The Moonfrost I had spent three full years cultivating, using dozens of rare ingredients and my own blood, had been smashed to pieces.Sealed jars lay shattered across the floor, and silver-gray perfume paste ran into the drain with the filthy water. Someone had deliberately dumped waste from the blood-bag disposal into the cellar. The reek was enough to make me gag.Cecilia's m

Dead silence filled the hall.Damian's lunge froze mid-motion.The moment he recognized the Night Council insignia on Lucien's chest, his expression shifted. He immediately bowed his head."Damian of House Blackwood. My respects, Chief Regent."Cecilia retreated behind him, white-faced.Lucien didn't look at either of them.He walked straight to me, and his gaze fell on the unhealed blade wound along my neck.The air around him turned cold."Who did this?"I didn't answer. I only glanced at Damian.Lucien followed my gaze, and a slow smile curved the corner of his mouth."So the Commander of the Northern Night Watch holds a silver blade meant for feral vampires to a human's throat. House Blackwood has adopted some interesting rules."A bead of cold sweat rolled down Damian's temple, but he clenched his jaw and tried to explain. "You misunderstand, Chief Regent. This is a matter of my marriage and my clan's internal affairs. Evelyn is my wife. She—""Was."Lucien cut him off without a s

A month later, the Night Council held its Midwinter Hunt.Despite the name, it was not a game for aristocrats. It was an annual winter operation to clear out hunter traps and feral vampires that had infiltrated the outskirts of Santvela.As Lucien's exclusive blood perfumer, I accompanied the expedition to provide emergency silver-toxin treatment for the wounded.That night, I stood beside the mobile medical vehicle in a pale coat. Not far away, Lucien was positioning his teams, his silver-gray mask glinting in the reflected snowlight.Damian was there too, leading the Northern Night Watch into the operation.His complexion was paler than before and his gait had grown slightly stiff, but he still forced himself to project a legion commander's authority.Cecilia, noticeably thinner from the Silverfrost powder, had stayed behind.Damian's gaze kept drifting to me through the crowd.There were shock, jealousy, and a pain that had come too late.It had probably never occurred to him that I