Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Angry wife_Part 3

Beyond Grimvale’s forest, in the small human town where the streets were clearing of people, no one roamed the streets at night for fear of being prey to the night creatures. They made sure to retire as early as possible. However, there were still a few men drinking in the dark alley and smoking, and also a few people hurrying home from a day of exhausted work in the elite vampire towns.

Many buildings had their lights turned off, but the inns were still open and operating. One of the inns, with a sign that read Mr. Andrew’s Inn, could be seen by the side of the slightly busy night street, with a few coaches moving, carrying passengers back to their homes before midnight, when vampires roam the night searching for their prey.

A man could be seen coming down from one of the coaches that had stopped in front of the inn. A light drizzling rain was falling from the gloomy night sky, where mist was beginning to hover in the atmosphere. The man dug his hand inside his cheap coat, fished for a silver coin, and then handed it to the impatient coachman.

The coachman took the coin and regarded it like some dirt picked from the muddy ground. He looked up at the handsome gentleman who had handed it to him, then scoffed.

"What did you take me for? Your dog? It’s two gold coins for the ride. I’ve been carrying you around the whole day, back and forth. Going around White Valley alone cost a gold coin. I thought you had the money when you ordered me to follow the fancy carriage. Pay me the right amount."

The other man gritted his teeth in annoyance. Everything in this damned land cost double compared to where he came from. Not wanting to cause a fight or draw attention to himself, he dug his hand into his pocket and fished out the last three gold coins he had, then gave the coachman two.

"You can shove it down your fat anus," he muttered, slapping the coins into the man’s palm and turning away, ignoring the series of curses thrown at him by the irritated coachman.

"And you can become damn rich with your tiny ass and pay up next time. Son of a bitch!!" the coachman snapped his reins and drove off, cursing loudly.

The man walked into the inn, deciding to ignore the insult. His gait was slow and sluggish—it was the gait of a man who was utterly exhausted. He rubbed his fingers against his burning eyes. He had barely had a wink of sleep for days, nor had he eaten anything remotely as satisfying as what he was used to in his homeland. He was spending far more than he had imagined in Nightbrook.

He had been in this land for days now, and he had waited in this inn for his lover to come to him. He had wondered since yesterday what was keeping her and had been tempted to go back to that castle and save her himself. But then, he feared coming face to face with that dreadful man she was forced to marry.

Though he had braved it by coming to this land to elope with her, he had no backbone to face a vampire in a fight—especially not one said to be mad.

Jamie Marchant was not ready to die.

He loved Belle a great deal because she made him feel important, like he lacked nothing in life. She was a woman who was content with the simple things he could give her. He had given up when she left Aragonia, married to another. But then Eve Dawson had given him hope—that Belle wasn’t truly lost to him—and he had come here to get her back.

He believed in his heart that the love she had for him was strong enough to bring her to this inn. But it had already been two days since he sent out that letter.

He had caught a glimpse of the two carriages riding past the town that morning and had heard from the people waiting by the roadside for coaches that they belonged to the mad vampire—and that his wife was most probably in one of them.

Jamie hadn’t wasted time in stopping a coach to follow the carriages at a distance. He had seen her walk into the boutique, but being someone with no class, he had made no attempt to go farther than where he sat in the coach.

He could see she did not look happy, and most certainly from the attire she wore, the mad vampire must be mistreating her—like her maidservant had said the last time he went to the castle.

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