Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Angry Wife_Part 2

Cordelia, who sat across from the human and noticed how she was barely touching her food and looked lost in thought, glared at her as she sipped from her blood wine. Bringing the cup down, a smile so sweet graced her face as she said, "Are you all right? You’ve barely touched your food."

Belle, who had been poking at her food while wondering where Kuhn was, looked up at the woman sitting across from her at her words. Mustering a small smile, she replied, "I’m fine. I had too many snacks earlier today when we went out shopping, so I suppose I’m not feeling very hungry."

It wasn’t a lie—she had eaten a few treats offered to her by the Madam Elizabeth in an effort to please her. But that wasn’t the reason for her lack of appetite. The truth was, the food simply didn’t taste the same without better company beside her. And she wasn’t stupid—she’d felt the vampiress glaring daggers at her the entire time.

"Oh, I see. It must’ve been nice, having the privilege of being the Duke’s wife," Cordelia said with a smile. "Only, I imagine for a human, it must be a bit... overwhelming. Maybe even undeserving, don’t you think?" She laughed softly.

"Not at all, Lady Cordelia," Belle responded with a polite smile. "I was a duke’s daughter before I became a duke’s wife. I’m quite used to it. And I see no reason why I should feel undeserving of my husband’s privilege." She returned the smile with a calm composure, hiding the flicker of heat that had risen in her chest. She wasn’t the only one capable of saying cutting things with a pleasant smile, Belle thought to herself.

Belle understood exactly what the other woman was aiming for. And while she had felt overwhelmed by the attention she’d received today and the sheer volume of shopping bags—so many that Gwen had to move things into another chamber’s closet—it wasn’t something she would ever admit out loud. Not to her.

Cordelia was trying to put her down. But Belle wasn’t going to let her succeed.

Cordelia let out another delicate laugh. "Oh yes, I always forget, you’re a duke’s daughter in your land. You see, we’ve all heard the tales in Nightbrook. The duke’s daughter is said to be a beauty to behold, an elegant flower. It’s just... hard to place your face with that picture that was carved into our minds. No offense, of course, but the rumors about your beauty were so exaggerated. I must say, I’m quite disappointed in the real thing."

Belle had long grown used to such comparisons, being measured against her sister had numbed her long ago. It didn’t sting anymore. She merely nodded her head and replied smoothly,

"Of course. You know how rumors can be—they’re always so inflated. Just like the ones I heard about your family. They must’ve been exaggerated too, because I heard you couldn’t even afford a carriage of your own anymore, or maintain a steady supply of blood at your residence."

She watched Cordelia’s eyes darken. The woman’s grip on her wine glass tightened until a faint crack echoed in the quiet hall.

"Rumors are not to be relied on, Lady Dagon. Indeed, they can be exaggerated. My family is doing quite well, and in no time, things will go back to normal," she said with a tight smile. Then she leaned forward. "Talking about blood... has cousin Rohan taken yours yet? You see, he always likes to give and take. And from all those things he got you, I guess he would want something in return.

"I’m only worried about you. If he hasn’t taken your blood yet, be careful—he can be a savage. Once he starts to drink, he won’t stop until the very end, and I will be so heartbroken if I hear he sucked you dry. Take it as a warning from a friend—don’t let him take a bite, or you are dead."

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