Zander's POV
Recommend song for this chapter:
~~Lewis Capaldi - Someone you loved~~
"Zander, you can't treat me so poorly in front of that girl, I'm the mother of your child for God's sake," Nancy screamed angrily. We both know that I had no feelings for her, but she wanted to force it like a desperate whore . I disliked women who threw themselves at me and actually thought I would fall for them. Love was the last thing I would ever feel because I didn't even have that kind of heart to begin with. I'm not involved with Cynthia, but I just pity her and, of course, I want to use her for my own gain.
"Nancy, I've had enough of your bitchy behaviour. We only had a physical relationship, not one based on love. I don't love you, and I think you should stop this nonsense before I finally lose my patience. You know I'm only sparing you for old time's sake. If you dare lay your hands on her again, our son will be left without a mother," I said firmly, releasing her hair and causing her to fall to the floor, her eyes burning with anger.
"You love that girl, Zander. You can try to deny it all you want, but I know you do. And if I can't have you, keep in mind that no one will. Not even that girl," Nancy said, seething with desperation.
"If you dare touch Cynthia again, trust me, I don't know what I'll do, but you will regret it," I said, my tone calm yet chilling. She understood the gravity of my words.
"F*ck you, Zander!" Nancy yelled in a fit of rage. Ignoring her, I headed upstairs, trying to avoid her drama as I had more important things to deal with.
Upon entering my room, I was shocked to find Cynthia standing by the window, my room in complete disarray. Everything was scattered around, my whiskey bottle spilled on the floor, and the glass containing blood shattered. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I thought she was just crazy, but this was beyond that.
"Have you lost it?" I asked calmly, as Cynthia turned to me with red, teary eyes.
"Yes, I've lost my mind, Zander, and it's all because of you! How can I not lose it when I find out I'm married to a vampire who is already married with a child? I live in fear that your wife might come after me because I married her husband," Cynthia yelled, her anger palpable.
"I'm not married. Nancy is just a friend," I explained, but Cynthia scoffed, her expression filled with disdain.
"I don't care if you're married or not. I'm disgusted and overwhelmed. My hatred for you grows every day, and I regret saving your life. People like you don't deserve to live," Cynthia spat, her bitterness evident.
I stared at her in disbelief. "You're like a robot, devoid of emotions. Your cold demeanor and sinister smirk make me sick. I want to rip your heart out," Cynthia said coldly, walking on the broken glass, blood seeping into her feet. I grabbed her arm, pushing her to the ground.
"Clean up this room and put everything back in its place," I commanded, my patience wearing thin.
"No, I don't want to clean this room and I'm not cleaning it. "Cynthia refused, her defiance evident.
"Cynthia Philip, clean this room now, or face the consequences. You don't want to see the worst of me," I warned, but Cynthia remained unfazed.
"I'm not cleaning this room. It's your mess, so clean it yourself. Call your wife if you want it cleaned. I don't care," Cynthia retorted, her eyes filled with anger and determination.
I felt my anger rising. "Cynthia, clean this room now," I demanded, but she stood her ground.
"Kill me if you want, I don't care. I've had enough," Cynthia challenged, her defiance unwavering. I approached her, and she backed against the wall, her resolve unbroken.
"I don't like disobedient girls. I prefer those who do as they're told. If you don't listen, I'll have to punish you," I threatened, pinning her against the wall. Cynthia met my gaze, her heartbeat racing, but she refused to back down.
"I don't care about your punishment. Do what you have to do. I'm not scared of you," Cynthia declared, her defiance shining through. I raised my hand to brush her hair back, but she swatted it away, her defiance unwavering.
"Keep your hands off me!" she spat coldly before I could even say a word. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," I called out. I wondered who it could be, as only the guards and Nancy were downstairs and it was rare for anyone else to come up.
The door swung open and a guard entered, followed closely by the police. Confusion knitted my brow as I observed their entrance.
"Cynthia Philip, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Tiara Davis. Anything you say now will be used against you in court. You have the right to call your lawyer, or we can appoint one for you," the police officer declared. Cynthia's eyes widened, her face turning pale as she sought refuge behind me, her hands trembling. This was all part of my plan, but seeing her fear in that moment, I suddenly regretted it.
"I didn't do anything! Why are you arresting me? When did I attempt to murder Tiara?" Cynthia's voice quivered with disbelief as she gripped my shirt tightly.
"We have evidence against you, ma'am, as well as witnesses. We have no choice but to carry out Mr. Robert David's strict orders," the police officer explained.
"Zander, please, you have to tell them I'm innocent! You were there, you saw everything, right? I swear I didn't do anything wrong, please, help me," Cynthia pleaded, tears streaming down her face. I couldn't shake the unease I felt watching her in distress. It was like her pain was becoming my own.
"Take her in," the police officer ordered, and two officers moved to handcuff Cynthia. She turned to me, desperation in her eyes.
"Zander, I know I haven't been kind to you, but please, you have to help me. I'm begging you, I can't go to jail for something I didn't do," Cynthia implored, her voice cracking as they led her away.
A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed hard. This was all part of my plan. I knew that by framing Cynthia for Tiara Davis's attempting murder , I could stoke Tiara's anger and bring about her downfall. It was a selfish move on my part, but it would also serve justice for Cynthia, who had suffered at Robert Davis's hands.
As Cynthia was taken away, a strange sensation washed over me. My heart began to race, a feeling I had never experienced before as a half-vampire. Could it be that by drinking Cynthia's blood, I had formed a connection with her emotions? Tears welled up in my eyes, a reaction I had never felt before. Something was happening to me, and I didn't understand it.
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A whole week had passed, and Cynthia was still in police custody. The week felt like torture to me, as my emotions were in turmoil. I never imagined I would experience such a day. I couldn't even bring myself to leave my room, fearing how others would perceive me in such a state. I felt a deep connection to Cynthia's emotions, as if I were a part of her. This bond was a result of drinking her blood, making me feel her pain and suffering. Unable to bear it any longer, I sent my men to the police station to bring her back.
My heart ached when I saw Cynthia enter the dining room, her body covered in bruises, her once beautiful face marred by injury.
Without a word, Cynthia made her way upstairs, clearly upset by the ordeal. I knew it was necessary for her well-being.
"I want those responsible for this to be dealt with by this evening," I instructed the guards before heading upstairs myself.
Upon entering Cynthia's room, I found
her sitting in a corner, hugging her knees. She wasn't crying or harming herself, which was a relief.
Seeing that she was okay, I left her room and went downstairs, only to stop in my tracks when I saw my Grandpa in the dining room. It must be important for him to come all the way here.
I approached him and sat on the couch across from him.
"That girl is a serpent, and serpents are forbidden in the underworld. You need to get rid of her as soon as possible because the high court has called for a meeting about her. Everyone wants her dead," my grandfather said, his expression inscrutable.
"You have one week to eliminate her. If you fail, she will be executed at the high court," my grandfather added before disappearing from the dining room. I ran my hands through my hair, trying to comprehend the situation. How could she be a serpent? If she is killed, there is a possibility that I might die with her because of our blood connection.