Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104: The boutique_Part 4

The girl collapsed to the ground, clutching her broken wrist and crying out in pain, her body trembling uncontrollably from the sheer agony. Her scream echoed through the boutique, drawing the attention of many vampires who had been shopping upstairs. Curious to see who had killed whom in the latest human fight, they stepped out, expecting to witness nothing more than another interesting brawl.

But every step halted the moment their eyes landed on the man standing outside, tall, unbothered, with the supposed slave held protectively in front of him. The mad vampire... and his human wife!

The other girl, who had heard the human they had insulted was the duke’s wife, fell to her knees and bowed her head, begging for forgiveness. But if Rohan heard her, his attention was now on his silent wife.

"Are you hurt?" came his question to his wife, who was leaning against him, her heart beating in a strange rhythm as she stared at the human crying on the ground with a broken wrist.

Belle heard his voice and shook her head slightly, then let her head rest more fully against his firm, protective chest.

"My ankle... it hurts," she whispered, clutching the front of his coat. Slowly, she turned into his arms—an intentional move to show everyone watching that she wasn’t alone anymore. That she wasn’t someone they could easily step on again. There was someone powerful standing behind her. Someone who cared. Someone who wouldn’t just stand by and let her be insulted.

Her ankle throbbed, but not unbearably. If it had been before, she would’ve downplayed the pain, held it in to avoid causing trouble or drawing attention. She would’ve smiled, said she was fine, and let it pass.

But something was happening to her. Something inside her was changing.

She was angry, furious, at everyone who had stood there and watched her be humiliated without lifting a finger to stop the girls. And more than that, she felt no sympathy for the girl now crying on the ground.

For once, she wanted them to face the consequences of their cruelty. They had been wrong to treat her, or anyone, with such disdain. And now, without even realizing it, she had spoken of her hurt ankle before thinking about what Rohan might do to them in response.

His expression darkened, and without a second thought, he bent and carried her into his arms in a bridal style and began to make his way into the boutique.

"Two of you, come in here!" he commanded the two human assistants, walking inside with the people who had come to gather at the entrance giving him way to pass even before he reached them.

The vampire patrons couldn’t help but feel the shift in the air around the mad lord. Why was it that some humans didn’t know how to keep their heads down and always seemed to seek trouble where it lay untouched? What had gotten into these humans to disrespect a woman who had been announced as the wife of the mad vampire? thought many of the vampires—those who, just a moment ago, had enjoyed the spectacle but now thought differently after recognizing Belle when Rohan carried her past them into the building.

They had failed to recognize her before because she looked different from when she attended the banquet at the royal castle, and they had turned blind eyes to the humans hitting her and the little fight at the entrance.

"I just remembered my daughter wants me to get her a new pair of shoes from the elite shop. I’d better be on my way," said one of the women to her friend as she hurried away from the boutique, knowing from rumors that the mad vampire might make them all pay for simply watching.

"Me too! Wait for me, Lady Elenore. I want to visit that shop as well."

Just like that, everyone quickly disappeared, hurrying away from the boutique to save themselves from the madman. In no time, the place was almost empty.

Cordelia, who was sitting in the refreshments room with jewelry boxes displayed in front of her, was smiling to herself at the fact that she had subtly made the assistants believe Belle was her new slave.

She had a routine of drinking her blood tea from the blood of her slaves, and anytime she came here, the assistants took the blood from her slaves and also bullied the slave—sometimes even biting and bruising them. Though she wouldn’t be able to get rid of the human that way, she knew she had humiliated her and put her in her place.

How easy it was and how fun it would have been had the human been her real slave, Cordelia thought as she reached out to take one of the boxes of jewelry displayed. But the door was suddenly burst open, slightly startling her.

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