Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 314

Chapter 314: Disappointment

Glaring at Eve with her piercing green eyes, Louisiana Dawson then turned to her elder daughter with tears shimmering in her gaze, eyes so strikingly similar to Eve’s. The Duchess had always been considered a beautiful woman, youthful for her age, yet now the shadows beneath her eyes betrayed dark rings, marks that seemed to come from many nights of sleepless worry. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Was Eve telling the truth when she said our parents couldn’t sleep out of concern for me? Belle wondered as she stared at the mother she hadn’t seen in so many long months.

"Isabelle..." her mother breathed softly as she raised her hands to cup Belle’s face before pulling her into a trembling embrace, sobbing openly. Belle had never seen her mother shed a single tear for her.

That was the last straw for Belle. Her own tears streamed down her cheeks as she melted into the embrace of her mother, enveloped in that warm, familiar scent of roses she hadn’t realized she had longed for so desperately. She could not remember the last time her mother had held her like this.

"Mama..." she cried, her voice breaking as she buried her face against her mother’s shoulder and tightened her hold around her. She hadn’t known until this very moment just how much she longed for that touch. "Mama..."

"Yes, my darling," her mother whispered, stroking her hair. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you again, how much I have missed you."

Belle wanted to ask why, if her mother had missed her so dearly, she had never once written to her in Nightbrook. But she bit back the words, not wishing to ruin the fragile moment. Whether it was genuine or not, she had longed too much for this closeness with her mother, and she would cling to it for as long as it lasted.

"I miss you too..." Belle whispered softly into her mother’s warm neck.

The welcoming went on in much the same manner, her parents fussing over her endlessly, showering her with attention while all but ignoring her husband and the others who had traveled with them. Aside from the brief formal greetings exchanged at the entrance, the Dawsons made it abundantly clear that vampires were not welcome in their home. They barely spared Evenly, who held little Angel in her arms, a passing glance before they swept Belle away into the house, leaving the vampires to follow behind unacknowledged.

Belle turned back briefly as she was pulled along, her eyes searching for her true family, Rohan and their son. Angel, confused and wide-eyed, looked around as though lost, not understanding why his mother was being taken away from their side. Evenly held him close, but Belle’s heart twisted at the sight.

Then her gaze found Rohan. His expression was hardened, his eyes sharp with displeasure. For a fleeting moment, Belle thought she might meet his gaze and draw comfort from it, but her parents were already guiding her swiftly into the grand hall, steering her into a corner where she lost sight of him altogether.

Her heart ached with the realization: she longed far more for Rohan and Angel than she did for the Dawson family surrounding her. Yet here she was, trapped between them, Eve trailing silently at her side. Belle noticed her sister’s frown as she eyed the fine dress she wore, though Eve’s expression shifted quickly into a sweet smile when she caught Belle’s eyes.

"Nightbrook must have been generous to you, sister," Eve remarked, her lips curving in a practiced sweetness that never quite reached her green eyes. "With all that you’re wearing and the way you seem to have changed, they must have kept their promises of looking after you. That dress you are wearing cost a fortune. My allowance couldn’t buy it and I am still trying to save up for it. The king must be kind to you."

If only you knew how close to death I walked, Belle thought, keeping the words silent. Her sister would never believe Nightbrook had been anything but welcoming with the dress she wore, nor would she care for the truth. Belle only smiled faintly and replied, "Yes. Everyone has been kind to me there."

"What about your husband?" came her father’s voice suddenly. The Duke had not spoken much to her since the brief hug outside, but now he regarded her with a keenly curious look. Belle drew a steadying breath, remembering Rohan’s instructions, and replied with composure,

"I barely see him in the castle. Since our marriage, I can count on one hand the times we’ve crossed paths. He never wanted the marriage, and he still doesn’t. He... he was forced to come with me." She delivered the lie smoothly, just as Rohan had told her she must.

A look of grim satisfaction crossed her father’s face. He made no attempt to hide how pleased he was to hear that her husband did not care for her.

"That’s good," he said firmly. "It’s a good thing nothing has come of it between you two. Your mother feared that the vampire king hasn’t sent you back because you might have grown fond of your husband, or worse, that you had forgotten your purpose there." He turned to Lady Louisiana with smug knowing look. "Didn’t I tell you she would not forget why she was sent there? I trusted our daughter, and I was right. She has no doubt gathered much information that will please His Majesty. I knew we did the right thing by allowing her to volunteer in place of our dear Eve."

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