Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 259

Chapter 259: Angry husband_"Who did that to her?!"_Part 3

There was a saying that four walls and a door could keep the world out. But it turns out monsters come with keys too.

Belle had never thought the men after her would find her this fast, nor that they would come with such vengeance, intending to take her life, and anyone else’s who stood in the way, even unintentionally. She tried to swallow the lump of despair forming in her throat as she ran from door to door down the corridor, pounding desperately, pleading for someone, anyone, to open up and help her. All the while, the men behind her slammed against the hallway door with growing fury.

But if anyone inside the rooms heard her cries for help, no one opened their doors. And Belle, despite the fear gnawing at her insides, couldn’t blame them. No one would dare let a woman who carried death around her like a veil into their room. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a flare of injustice toward everyone for leaving her helpless and utterly alone.

"Please... someone," she begged as she pounded on another door. She wasn’t going to stay in their rooms, only use their windows to escape the building. She knew the windows were big enough for someone to climb through. But no one came.

Even over the loud swearing and banging of the men behind her, she could hear the quiet shuffles and gasps from behind the doors, people were there, they just wouldn’t come out to help.

And somewhere deep in her heart, she wished they wouldn’t. If they opened up, she might bring death to them, too, just like she had brought onto that innocent young boy.

It seemed, right from the beginning, that she had never been born to have that peaceful life she so badly wanted and longed for, that life where she wouldn’t have to feel like everything was her fault, or like she couldn’t live without fearing for her life.

In the Dawson house, she lived with the constant worry that her family might turn her away someday because she was a burden. And now, married again, she was living with an even worse fear, to keep her life, her baby’s, and the person she loved.

She was never meant to live in joy or calm.

She wasn’t meant to have the home and future she so desperately wanted.

They were going to kill her, she knew it. She would die today.

She stopped pleading. She stopped pounding. She stood frozen in place, breath shallow, heart thudding painfully as the heavy hallway door was finally ripped off its hinges with a violent crash. The men stormed through it, cursing and sweating from the effort.

Through tear-filled eyes, Belle watched them, making no attempt to flee anymore as she knew there was no where to run to anymore. She had tried and had failed...

She saw the Councilman push past his men and stride toward her in long, angry steps. And before she could react or knew what was coming, he was in front of her. His large hand struck her across the cheek with a resounding slap.

Her balance gave way, and darkness swirled in her vision as she collapsed to the floor.

Belle didn’t cower or beg, knowing it was going to be useless. She let fate do whatever it pleased with her. Even when the man gripped her hair in his fist, wrapping it painfully around his fingers and yanking her head up to look at him, she did not cry. He slapped her again. Her chin jerked to the side with such force that blood rolled from her nose and mouth, trailing down her skin.

"Bitch, that was for my nephew, Harry, the boy you killed without mercy!" he spat furiously, then landed another slap across her cheek. "And this is for all the trouble you’ve caused us!"

Soon, Belle lost count of the blows he landed on her. Her face went numb. The stinging sensation gave way to an aching void as her skin swelled. Tears stung her eyes despite her efforts to hold them in. Her throat burned. Rage and helplessness tightened her chest. Still gripping her hair, he tugged her upright until she was kneeling, her head tilted painfully back to look into his eyes.

His brown eyes were filled with pure disgust, and she thought that if only he knew, the feeling was mutual, and even more than that. He was heartless, a truly disgusting human being who couldn’t see beyond the power and position he held.

"Now, before I decide to look for myself and find out what creature you really are, you’d better tell me the truth, woman," he said, his voice disturbingly calm. "I’m not in the mood to be gentle. I might kill you before I even take you back to Bimmerville. Do yourself a favor and start talking, it will be less painful."

"I am... human," Belle whispered, swallowing hard against the sharp ache in her throat. Her fists clenched at her sides as dark veins appeared, then vanished just as quickly.

Everett’s lips curled at the corner. "Human?" he mocked. "Then tell me, how was a petite woman like you able to kill Harry? A human, pregnant, no less, couldn’t have had that kind of strength."

The Councilman had seen how the sword had been broken at the tip, and yet it had run clean into the heart of his boy. To push a broken sword, without a sharpened tip, through the ribs and into the heart required inhuman strength. It was undeniable proof that the woman before him was something other than a vampire. Something totally new to them all.

He had traveled here in a foul mood, and when those foolish people at the door of the establishment had tried to tell him he wasn’t welcome, he had angrily shot them. And the boy... the boy had dared to spit on him when asked where he got the gold coin he used to pay for the tray of food. Everett could tolerate many things, but insolence when he was already enraged? That, he could not abide.

Belle glared at him, fury and fire rising in her voice as she spoke through gritted teeth. "I am human! What makes one human is their morals. Have you ever looked into a mirror and asked yourself what you truly are, Mr. McCoy? You’re becoming the very monster you claim you’re hunting..." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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