Cursed To Be His Bride ✔️

Chapter Seven: Edward

I just finished cleaning the mess Lisa had created last night. I should've known she'd snoop on me.

I'd compelled her to forget everything she saw but the odds of being it successful was quite low.

I never wanted to force her. I didn't want her to remember me like that.

What? Since when did I care what she thought about me? I was here for my mother—nonetheless.

That witch was diverting me from my aim. It was like she’d put a spell on me and it was stronger than my compulsion, my ability to get what I wanted effortlessly. She had honestly bewitched me.

I knew it wasn't part of the job to get close to her but there was no harm in letting her be fond of me for a little more.

Eventually of course, when the beans were spilled, she'd rather want to see me dead—if she already hadn’t wished for that.

I wished this morning would go smoothly, drained of any unnecessary drama.

With that thought I got downstairs in my usual attire and a straight face. Anyone who hadn’t seen me before would tell I had the attitudes of a Lord.

My mother used to say that and she was always against my will to defy my loyalty to the throne. She wished me to be like my father and I wouldn’t blame her.

In the kitchen, Lisa was already at the table helping Jenna with breakfast and ignoring me—I didn’t know accidently or purposely.

She stood with her back to my front, stirring something in the pan with a spoon.

The window in front of her was flapping with the gales. The wind brought her appetizing aroma to my nostrils and I shivered.

I gasped to hide the trauma on my face and realized how edible she was.

Blood circulation on her beautifully shaped neckline made me feel a little drunk.

I shook my thoughts from time to time to feel somewhat sober again, but I was nowhere near to reach my abstemious mind.

This was the second last stage of bloodlust, most of us break after this but I held myself.

I wanted nothing more than to have just a mere drop but knowing myself, I had no self control. The last thing she'd feel was her head on the floor with her body in my clasp if I lost myself.

I hurried to get out of this mirage and walked outside, but my feeble attempts of escaping came to an end as I heard myself being paged.

Her chocolate sweet angelic voice erased the anxiety that came along with my bloodlust and I vanquished to her serene tone.

Her gorgeous face glorified by blonde curls and a beautiful pair of pale brown eyes stared in mine. The skin she possessed hadn’t been any less than a vampire's, deadly pale with rosy cheeks although with dark bags beneath her eyes.

And all suited so much to her black one shoulder frock that she was wearing. She was just perfect.

She called me once again and the sweetness in her voice forced me to believe that she wasn't aware of the fact of me being a vampire and compelling her last night to forget everything she’d seen.

I couldn't doubt her for even a smidgen.

I dawdled closer beside her with the thoughts of grabbing her into my arms occupying my consciousness, and my hands clenched into fists.

She perceived them but decided to ignore it instead. That was quite an eccentric behavior especially if I considered someone who possessed an inborn skeptical nature.