My Fiancé’s Childhood Sweetheart Just Stole My Wedding Cloak
After leaving the ancient Vampire Academy, I spent a year hiding in the neutral zone with my mentor, an alchemist obsessed with sunlight resistance.
No Senate laws. No secret family protection.
My father is one of the Five Original Progenitors.
Terrified I'd let some rogue sweet-talk me into a reckless blood pact, he forced a marriage on me.
The groom? Julian Vance, Lord of the Crimson Clan in Nightfall City.
I had no choice. I went to pick out a sunlight cloak fit for a Lord's wife.
A cloak immediately caught my eye—woven with gold thread and night-spider silk, glowing in the dim light.
Just as my fingers brushed the fabric, a gratingly sweet voice cut in.
"I want that one. Wrap it up."