Their Queen Returns novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Mason looked at Vivian, his tone lofty and entitled as he laid out his own conditions.

“I don’t ask for much. Just one thing. If you want to be my wife, Vivian, you must accept Chloe’s existe” he said. “Chloe saved my life. She needs your blood every month, so you will go to the hospital with me, every month, for a transfusion.”

Linda beamed. “Mason is such a loyal and righteous young man. What a wonderful boy! Vivian, to marry someone like him is a blessing you must have prayed for in a past life!”

But behind her smile, Linda thought bitterly, ‘If he hadn’t taken a liking to this little tramp, I’d never let her into the Quinn family to live a life of luxury

Aiden echoed her sentiments. “Mason is right. If this Chloe girl is his savior, then she’s your savior too. Giving a little blood each month won’t kill you. Don’t make a big deal out of nothing.”

Vivian’s heart had long ago been cast into a bottomless abyss. It was a cold, dark place with no light. She was used to the sharpest knives being wielded by her own family. The pain had become a familiar numbness. But as those knives plunged into her heart once more, it still bled.

The agony was fresh, unbearable. Perhaps, deep down, she still longed for the kind, doting father of her memories. But the man before her was a stranger.

He would watch his daughter’s blood be drawn and call it “nothing.” He would watch her be treated like a workhorse, her humanity stripped away with a list of cruel demands, and he would smile and grovel.

How pitiful she was. How pathetic. She thought. But no more. She would no longer hope for her father to change, because the most important person in her life had returned.

No one could ever compare to Sienna. Not even their mother, if she were to return. From a young age, it was Sienna who had raised them. She was the only one who mattered.

“Then it’s a blessing I’ll have to pass on,” Vivian said, her voice clear and steady. “Mason, I told you last night: I want to end the engagement. I will

not marry you.”

She turned to Mrs. Quinn, whose eyes widened at her words. “And Mrs. Quinn, you can take your list of rules and tell them to your pets. Who in their right mind would want to marry into your family?”

With that, she then turned her fiery gaze on Mason and her father. “What does Mason’s savior have to do with me? Why should I give her my blood? Who are you to demand it? If you’re so concerned, why don’t you give her your own blood?”

The words she had swallowed for years finally came pouring out. The Quinns were stunned into silence, their faces turning purple with rage. To be publicly refuted by a junior to them, Vivian had no manners at all.

“Who gave you the nerve to speak to us like that?” Mason’s face darkened. “I told you, this game of yours won’t work on me. If you keep this up, we’ll end the engagement today.

“How ungrateful, you brat!” Mrs. Quinn pointed a trembling finger at Vivian. “My son is willing to marry you out of pity! Do you have any idea what a blessing it is for someone like you to marry into the Quinn family? You should be on your knees with gratitude!”

Aiden raised his hand to strike Vivian, but a slender arm shot out, catching his wrist in a grip of steel. And then, he was sent flying, crashing into a table and sending glasses shattering to the floor.

Smack! A red handprint bloomed on Mason’s cheek. It was Sienna. She was a vision of deadly elegance in a form–fitting black dress and high heels. Her presence was overwhelming. She stepped forward, pulling Vivian behind her.

“What’s all this barking?” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. “Who are these mongrels daring to threaten my sister? The Quinn family? A second–rate that dares to put on airs in front of me?”

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