After My Vampire Fiancé Chose My Stepsister, I Married the Monster Everyone Feared
I was born a half-blood vampire, the daughter of a vampire father and a human mother. I inherited a vampire's power, yet I could walk in sunlight without harm.
On the day it happened, my beloved fiancé Adrian had been gravely wounded by hunters and lay collapsed in the burning light. I was the one who ran to him, and I was the one who took the bullet.
But when he came to, he was certain the person who'd saved him was my stepsister, Sophia — because her arm bore the mark of a sunlight burn.
I tried to explain. I wept and begged him to believe me. Adrian only looked at me with cold, distant eyes.
"Elena, stop trying to steal Sophia's credit."
Sophia was cherished in his hands, while I was trampled repeatedly.
Adrian sealed my bloodline power, stripping me from half-blood to nothing. Our engagement was annulled, and he watched, cold and unmoved, as I was sent in Sophia's place to marry the noble vampire everyone whispered about: that ancient, monstrous lord.
Then came the day of his and Sophia's betrothal ceremony. The vampire hunters struck again.
Stripped of my power, I threw myself in front of a young girl to shield her. Sophia, meanwhile, abandoned Adrian's side and fled behind the elders.
Only then did Adrian understand: the one who had saved him in the sunlight had always been me.
He went mad with it. He blocked my carriage, desperate to stop me from leaving, from marrying another man. But I reached out and took another man's hand.
"Adrian," I said. "I don't love you anymore."