Chapter 2

The wedding of the Vampire Prince is a matter of immense importance, far surpassing the significance of our own traditional marriage customs.

My sister, a few fellow witches, and I were taken to the Vampire's Shadow Castle, where we were not allowed to leave, focusing solely on preparing for my sister's pre-wedding arrangements.

As I touched the crimson crystal necklace that Alex had specially sent over, my heart remained unmoved.

Although it was beautiful, to me it felt like a harbinger of doom.

In my past life, the rewards I received were a hundred times more splendid than my sister's, and my every word and action were imitated by other women across the continent.

But the suffering I endured to give birth to the child in my belly was known only to me.

Before I could examine it closely, my sister's maid rushed over to me.

"Miss Lila, the future princess wishes to see you."

Me? At this time, shouldn't my sister be preparing her wedding dress? Why would she think of her insignificant younger sister now?

Despite my doubts, she was, after all, the prince's publicly acknowledged fiancée, and I had no power to resist her words.

As I approached my sister's room, I saw Alex coming out with an open collar, a beaming smile on his face.

I quickly lowered my head, and he didn't spare me a glance.

His scent was too familiar-a unique fragrance of blood and roses that vampires exude after intimacy.

I knew that my sister had already been with him.

Witches, upon coming of age, often find themselves irresistibly drawn to their desired male without control, which is also our fatal flaw.

My sister lay half-reclined on the bed, a thin silk blanket barely covering her graceful figure.

When she saw me enter, her expression darkened instantly. She slowly extended a finger to point at the embroidered pattern on the table.

"Did you embroider this? Very good."

I dared not move. All my life, she had beaten and scolded me at the drop of a hat. How could she suddenly praise me so kindly?

Especially considering she had pushed me into the abyss in our past lives, my heart pounded uncontrollably.

Seeing my hesitation, she suddenly sat up from the bed, grabbing a silver candlestick nearby and hurling it at my head.

Blood blurred my vision, but I knelt on the ground, suppressing my inner anger.

She seemed satisfied with my reaction, speaking lazily, "I called you all here to see how I achieved all this step by step. You better curb those restless thoughts of yours and stay out of the prince's sight, or else... "

I met my sister's gaze and said, "As you wish, Your Highness."

She was startled by the calmness in my eyes, then strode over to me and yanked my hair.

"Lila, do you think I don't know that you've been reincarnated too?"

At the mention of "reincarnation, " a shadow passed over my eyes.

She snorted coldly, throwing the embroidered pattern in my face. "How could you, raised in the Witches' Forest, create the blood rose emblem that only a Vampire Queen can use? And you dare to deceive me!"

I sighed, holding my forehead as I stood up.

"Sister, I've never wanted to compete with you, nor will I ever appear before the prince."

She laughed dismissively, her fingers brushing my face.

"Do you think I'd lose to a plain girl like you? Even if you want to compete, you can't surpass me."

I fell silent.

Some things I choose not to fight for because I want to live longer.

Only fools are obsessed with those dangerous allurements.