For You | A vampire Seduction

♡ Chapter Twenty Two ♡ New

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ~ ᴇᴅɪᴛᴇᴅ

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰:𝔂𝓸𝓾

At last, the moment had arrived when Rachel would come face to face with the woman who had bore the man of her dreams—her one true soulmate. A soft, melodious voice resonated from behind her, accompanied by an intoxicating blend of fragrances that wafted through the air. One scent was sweet and floral, reminiscent of a blooming garden in spring, while the other exuded a deep, musky richness, evoking the essence of ancient forests.

Rachel, immersed in the enchanting beauty of nature, turned abruptly, pulling her gaze away from the breathtaking scenery. She had sought refuge on the balcony after excusing herself to visit the restroom. Climbing a few flights of stairs, she relished the solitude, but as she finished washing her hands and stepped outside, an unexpected sound piqued her curiosity. It was the gentle rush of water, cascading into a plunge pool below, its ripples creating a symphony of serene melodies.

Drawn to the alluring sound, she approached the balcony's edge, eager to discover what lay beneath. The water danced joyfully along its stony bed, bubbling over rocks and weaving through branches with a life of its own.

Before her lay a stunning panorama of lush grasses, vibrant flowers, and an array of plants that flourished in the embrace of towering trees clinging to the cliffs. Butterflies and dragonflies flitted about, sipping from the crystal-clear pool, their delicate wings glinting. Rachel felt her heart swell at the mesmerizing sight, a true feast for the senses!

However, her moment of tranquility was abruptly interrupted when her gaze fell upon the figures standing nearby. Instinctively, she bowed her head in a gesture of respect. It was Rolf's parents! She recognized them instantly from their earlier appearance during the union ceremony.

Frielle, Rolf's mother, greeted her with a warm, inviting smile, while Fielding, his father, regarded her with a smug smirk, his hands clasped behind his back, his piercing green eyes glimmering with interest. Dressed in a pristine white suit that accentuated his chiseled physique, he towered over her, a striking figure of handsomeness. In that moment, Rachel understood precisely where Rolf had inherited his striking looks.

With a nervous smile, she fought to conceal her anxiety, doing her utmost to keep her fingers from fidgeting. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined meeting them in such an intimate setting—alone! What could she possibly say? Frielle was breathtaking, her purple eyes sparkling with warmth, and her figure elegantly clad in a form-fitting white sleeveless gown adorned with golden gemstones that shimmered from her waist to her hips. The soft curls of her silvery hair cascaded down her back, framing her face with an ethereal elegance. How could such a man leave a stunning woman for a mistress?

"Rachel, the daughter of Fenrer. What a little beauty!" Fielding remarked, his gaze traveling over her form in a way that made her skin prickle. She instinctively averted her eyes.

"Could you please stop?" Frielle interjected, annoyance lacing her tone as she turned toward the man she once loved. "Don’t make her feel uncomfortable around us, Marx."

"Relax, sweet cake, it was merely a compliment," he chuckled, his tone teasing.

Desperation blossomed within Rachel as she mentally willed Rolf to appear, hoping for a lifeline to break the tension.

"It's alright. I'm fine," she reassured herself quietly, but her heart raced in contradiction to her words.

"Oh, save your ‘sweet cake’ nickname for your mistress, the one you so easily abandoned me for!" Frielle snapped, her fists clenched at her sides as she lashed out, her anger palpable.