Married To The Mad Vampire Lord-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. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

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.

He had done many things that cost him money in this land—like the time he had to bribe a human worker in the royal castle just to be allowed to join them as one of the workers. He had heard that Belle and the man she married would be there, which was why he had gone, hoping to see her. But that day, he had walked out with the thought that she would follow so they could talk.

However, she hadn’t—and by the time he returned to give her more of a hint to follow him, she was already gone from the hall.

Jamie unlocked his room door with clumsy hands, as he was deep in thought, and got in. He would find another way to reach her. Perhaps that madman had not given her a chance to escape, and the girl who had promised to get her to him had been unable to do it.

He thought this as he began to take off his coat but then paused as his eyes fell on a white envelope laying on the empty desk of his room, which had not been there this morning when he left.

Unaware of another presence in his room, Jamie picked up the envelope with a frown, while Kuhn, who sat quietly at the edge of the small bed in the room, watched him. He had been there since afternoon, waiting for Jamie’s return so he could make certain the letter had been delivered before he returned to his sender.

Unfolding the white envelope and pulling out the parchment inside it, Jamie began to read the content in it. And as much as every single word was crystal clear in it, and the handwriting belonged to the woman he loved, he did not believe she had written the content.

She must have been forced into it.

His Belle would never have written such a thing to him.

[My Dearest Jamie,

I hope this letter finds you in good health, though I know my words will bring little comfort. Still, I write them with the deepest respect for all we once shared.

Thank you—for every kind moment, for your patience, for the love you gave me so freely. I will never forget how safe I felt with you, how you looked at me like I mattered in a world that often made me feel invisible. That love... it shaped me, soothed me, and for a time, it held my heart.

But that time has passed.

I am married now. My life is no longer what it once was. And though my heart resisted it at first, it has begun to sway in a new direction, one I did not expect. I am not the same girl you knew, Jamie. I am trying to be the woman I must become in this life I’ve chosen—or perhaps, that has chosen me.

It would be cruel to pretend otherwise. Crueler still to let you hold on to something that has already slipped through my fingers.

I do not deserve the depth of your love, not when I cannot return it as you deserve. You once told me that love must be held tightly, that it should be met with equal strength or not at all. I believe now you were right. One day, you will find someone who will match your heart with her own. She will see the wonder in you and never let go.

Please don’t waste your light waiting in this place for a future that will never return. Go home to Aragonia. Be with your family. Rebuild the life you paused for me. I will carry you in my thoughts, always, and I will never stop hoping you find happiness—even if it is far from me.

With a heart full of gratitude, Isabelle.]