The Fake Heiress the Vampire Prince Regretted Losing
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It was at our engagement banquet that I finally learned the truth.
I wasn't the true heiress of a noble human family.
I wasn't the "fated bride" destined to bear a half-blood child for the vampires. I was just the wrong baby someone had brought home from the hospital. A fake.
I'd thought that Alexander, the boy who'd risked his life to drag me out of a burning house, the boy I'd grown up beside, would love me the same as always.
Instead, in front of everyone, he let go of my hand and looked down at me with cold eyes.
"Without that bloodline, do you really think you deserve to stand beside me?"
Then he reached out and slid the engagement ring off my finger himself.
He turned, and led the true heiress up to the high platform.
Everyone laughed at me. The fake heiress, delusional enough to think she could marry the vampire heir.
I was thrown out of the only home I'd ever known. The only kindness left to me was Alexander's, a scrap of charity that let me stay at his side as the lowest thing a vampire could keep. A blood slave.
And then, later, I died in an explosion. Saving him.
Alexander knelt in the blood and lost his mind, screaming at everyone around him to save me.
But there was something he didn't know.
I hadn't died.
Later still, at a vampire banquet, he saw me again at last.
I walked past him on another man's arm, smiling.
And this time, it was his turn to lose his mind begging me to look back at him.