Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter One: Edward

The darkening twilight beamed beside the moonlight which glimmered on the water drops pouring down the sky.

It was roaring on top of its lungs after the lightening cracked the spaces in the clouds. The sight was at once frightening enough to put a toddler into a deep slumber.

Between the tremendous gales carrying the shriveled leaves of autumn and breaking through every giant mass in exposure of the profound rainfall, I stood there seeking my way through that melancholy dusk.

Blinking multiple times to hold my ground and adjusting to this new weather, I gave a last glance to the bus that had driven away a while ago.

It’d been two days since I left and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss home.

I missed the warmth, the sunlight, the rays that soothed my dead cold complexion, her touch, her arms hugging me as she would toy with my hair. I missed all of it and the thought itself made me sick in the stomach.

She was in this mess because of me! That realization alone was enough to choke me to death. However I had to live—for her sake.

I’d calculated my scheme and plan and according to me my prey would be here tonight.

The vampires back at home were startlingly monitoring her each and every step from a vigilantly secure distance.

There she was, in the corner of the dark seat, tucked away from the rainfall and enveloped safely by the obscurity around her.

With a little effort I could see the slim body with swaying hips of a young woman in her mid-thirties, standing around a pole and waiting as some drops bathed the temples of her face.

I hastily made my way towards her, not determined to waste my limited time.

When I closed the proximity of her privacy tugging lightly at her wrist to angle her body in front of mine, I noticed her gaping.

I eyed her curiously before I realized that my shirt was damp and demonstrated almost every muscle I’d tried to conceal.

Shaking my head from the arousing thoughts of this beautiful brunette I gazed into her eyes, slowly manipulating them as I held one of the pictures I was handed of that blonde.

“Do you know her?” I questioned trying to look for a false intent. And the thought satisfied me that she was entirely wrapped around my fingers and ready to dance when I’d wanted.

“She’s my niece.” She admitted swiftly returning her gaze to mine from the picture in my hold.

“Well, you better take me to her then.” I smirked.

I was still unaware of the fact why it did what it did to me. Manipulation somehow always got a hold of me whenever I tried it on a human. In a bizarre way it was arousing.

Especially when you knew what thoughts the other person had about your skin.

With a nod she took me happily to her home, getting utterly drenched in the process.

I had to admit she was something good and if my head hadn’t been occupied by the cruel monstrosity that could be inflicted on my mother at the moment; I would’ve given her a shot.

After a long walk we came across a house that was thrice as my cottage and matched the peak of almost every house in the neighborhood. It was painted in beige pink and light shades of maroon with small bushes guarding the entrance.

Trees. There were a lot of them all around and I could’ve captured more if the brunette hadn’t already rushed inside.

I followed her shortly after satisfying my curiosity about the place.