Two Centuries Wasted on a Lie
My Vampire fiancé, Vincent, was the powerful prince of New York's most influential coven.
He had lived for centuries and was notoriously ruthless, yet he bestowed upon me, and only me, every honor imaginable.
But one month before our Union Ceremony, he suddenly insisted on postponing it.
The reason was his childhood friend, Camilla, was dying from a rare condition known as Bloodline Degeneration.
To repay a life debt from long ago, he wanted to hold a mock wedding with her to fulfill her last wish to wear a wedding gown.
I refused outright. It was a flagrant violation of coven dignity. But he pressured me relentlessly, using a supposed ancient code of honor as emotional blackmail.
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