Chapter 15: How Did I End Up in a Love Triangle With a Vampire and My Maid?!
Chapter 15: How Did I End Up in a Love Triangle With a Vampire and My Maid?!
Step One: Accept That My Life is No Longer Normal
So let me get this straight—
I, Seraphina Evernight, villainess extraordinaire, have somehow become:
1. The unwilling object of affection for a possessive vampire duke who thinks personal space is a myth.
2. The not-so-secret crush of my own maid, who apparently decided she's in this fight for the long haul.
3. The centerpiece of a love triangle I NEVER ASKED FOR.
…
How did my life turn into a romance novel?!
Step Two: Attempt to Escape (And Fail Miserably)
After the "gift war" fiasco, I did the only logical thing.
I ran.
Straight to the garden. Away from my crazy fiancé. Away from my jealous maid.
…
At least, that was the plan.
I had ten whole minutes of peace before—
"Running away from me again, little villainess?"
I screamed internally.
Damian appeared out of nowhere, looking entirely too smug.
I groaned. "Do you not have a job? A kingdom to rule? Paperwork to do?"
He smirked. "You're more interesting."
SOMEONE KILL ME.
Step Three: Regret All My Life Choices
I turned away, pretending he didn't exist.
Maybe if I ignored him, he'd leave me alone—
Nope.
He leaned in. Way too close.
"You know," he murmured, "I could be very… generous… if you'd let me."
I choked. "Excuse me?!"
He smirked. "With gifts. With my time. With…" He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Everything."
I short-circuited.
"HOLY—"
Before I could process the audacity, a new voice cut in.
"She doesn't need your generosity, bloodsucker."
OH NO.
I whipped around.
Lila was standing behind us, arms crossed, looking very, very unimpressed.
Step Four: Watch the Chaos Unfold
Damian's smirk vanished.
"Oh?" he said, eyes narrowing. "And what exactly do you mean by that, maid?"
Lila strode forward and—
BOOPED MY NOSE.
"I can take care of her just fine," she said smugly.
I froze.
Damian's eyes darkened.
"…You're playing a dangerous game, little servant."
Lila just grinned. "And you're playing a boring one, duke."
…
I AM IN DANGER.
Step Five: Third-Wheeling in My Own Love Story
What followed was the most passive-aggressive argument in history.
Damian: "She's my fiancée."
Lila: "And?"
Damian: "She's mine."
Lila: "She doesn't look like she belongs to anyone."
Damian: "…Yet."
I gasped.
EXCUSE ME?!
WHEN DID I BECOME A PRIZE TO BE CLAIMED?!
Step Six: Make the Situation Worse (As Always)
I panicked.
So I did the first thing that came to mind.
I grabbed the nearest object—a teapot—and threw it at Damian.
BONK.
The tea splashed all over him.
Silence.
Oh.
Oh, crap.
Damian slowly wiped his face.
He looked at me.
Then he—
SMIRKED.
OH NO, HE LIKED IT.
Step Seven: Realize I'm Officially Doomed
Lila burst out laughing.
I backed away slowly. "Uh… that was an accident?"
Damian grinned. "Was it?"
Lila smirked. "You looked pretty satisfied to me, my lady."
I SCREAMED INTERNALLY.
To Be Continued…
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