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In a world where vampires rule the shadows, Elena, a human with a mysterious past, finds herself drawn to the enigmatic Dark Prince. As their forbidden love blossoms, secrets about her lineage and his ancient curse threaten to tear them apart. Will Elena’s courage and the Prince’s unwavering devotion be enough to defy fate? Dive into this steamy paranormal romance filled with twists, passion, and eternal bonds. Perfect for fans of supernatural intrigue and intense character dynamics.
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In the two years after Bradley Vaughn’s so-called memory loss, we divorced seven times—all to keep his childhood crush Vivian Monroe happy.
Number eight? Because she got pregnant.
You can’t have kids anyway. Once Vivian has the baby, we’ll get back together. You can raise the kid.
That was his usual ice-cold line as he slid the papers across the table.
That night, he kicked me out—said Vivian got nauseous just seeing me. I moved into another house. Alone. In the rain.
Even after I landed in the ER from a near assault, he didn’t bother asking if I was okay.
Then one day, I spotted him at a clinic with Vivian. He rubbed her belly and laughed,
“So what if she finds out I faked the amnesia? She can’t live without me. Toss her a bone, she’ll come crawling.”
I looked away, steady.
Then my phone buzzed.
[How did your checkup go?]
Chapter 1
I glanced down at the blurry shape on the ultrasound. Bitterness hit me hard.
I thought I’d never get this chance again. Never thought I’d be this lucky.
My phone buzzed. Nathan Hartley again.
[I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t be scared.]
I was about to text back when Vivian’s syrupy voice floated over.
“Bradley, who do you think our baby will look like?”
“Obviously you,” he said. “Eyes like yours… the mouth…”
His voice was soft—gentler than I’d ever heard.
Then our eyes met. He froze.
“Serena? What are you doing here?”
His voice turned cold, like I was the one out of line.
My fingers curled around the ultrasound, the paper crunching in my hand.
Vivian saw me and instantly latched onto his arm, flashing the ring on her finger like a trophy.
My old wedding ring. A Vaughn heirloom passed down to daughters-in-law—until she said she liked it. Then it was hers.
I didn’t want to give it up. Bradley had someone rip it off me anyway. Snapped my pinky in the process.
Vivian giggled behind her hand, all cozy against his chest.
“Serena, here for a checkup too? But didn’t Bradley say you can’t have kids?”
Straight-up mockery. And he still couldn’t see it.
He forgot he was the one who picked Vivian first.
I couldn’t have kids because help came too late.
I still remember the crash—trapped, a metal shard in my gut, blood soaking my thighs.
Bradley climbed out, saw me, bleeding, barely conscious. Then he hesitated.
“Vivian’s worse. I’ll get her first. I’ll come back.”
Her “injury”? A shallow cut.
I stayed in that flipped car, fading fast, the last thing I saw was his back walking away.
Too much blood loss. My uterus was done.
And somehow, that turned into his favorite excuse to keep hurting me—ripping open wounds I was trying to bury.
I stayed quiet through her digs.
Then she clutched her stomach, fake-gagging.
“Bradley, I feel sick again!”
Even that pathetic act—he still didn’t see through it.
The first time we divorced? Vivian had a fever. Said she was dying and her last wish was to marry him.
Bradley dragged me to the lawyer that same day.
My leg wasn’t even healed yet, and he shoved me into the car like I was baggage.
I was crying from the pain. He was on the phone, whispering sweet nothings to her.
That soft tone? Hurt worse than anything.
I begged him, sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
He just loosened his tie and snapped, “Vivian’s sick. Do you have to be so selfish? We’ll get back together once she’s better. What’s the big deal?”
It wasn’t a conversation. It was an order.
I signed through tears. He bolted to the hospital the second the ink dried.
Left me there. Alone. In pain. Until night.
Vivian said jump, and he’d never ask why. Me? He never believed a word.
So when she clutched her stomach again, his eyes flicked to me, all annoyance.
“Why are you following us? I told you to stay somewhere else. Vivian gets sick just seeing you.”
Back then, that would’ve crushed me.
Now? I didn’t lose sleep over him anymore.
I just said, “Move.”
Didn’t want a scene. Just wanted out.
But as we brushed past each other, a wave of dizziness hit me. I stumbled.
Bradley reached out on reflex. I turned away.
The ultrasound slipped from my hand and fluttered to the floor.
Chapter 2
Bradley snatched the ultrasound up first. The second he saw what it was, his face scrunched like it reeked.
“Serena Linwood, faking a pregnancy? Seriously?”
I almost laughed.
Some people could stare truth in the face and still call it a lie.
Then, out of nowhere, he whipped the ultrasound sheet at me.
The edge sliced my cheek.
I pressed a hand to my face, eyes locked on him.
The guy I used to love felt like a total stranger now.
He used to bring me my favorite flowers, pull off cute little surprises.
If I got hurt, he’d wrap me up and say, “Does it hurt? Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
Now? After the whole fake memory loss thing, he wouldn’t even bother to spare me a glance.
Back when I heard he got hurt, I ran straight to the hospital.
But the way he looked at me—like I was dirt—cut deeper than any wound.
The guy who once loved me couldn’t even stand being near me.
I tried everything to jog his memory. Climbed some endless stone steps to an old cathedral, begging for a miracle.
Walked away with busted knees, a scraped forehead, and no answers.
And him? He brought Vivian back.
“I don’t know why I married you,” he said, stone cold. “But I’ll take responsibility. I’m not divorcing you. I only remember promising to love Vivian forever.”
Just like that, he wiped out everything we had. Our whole story—gone.
He played the role so well, I didn’t see it coming.
Not until day three after he threw me out. I was meeting a friend when I heard him laughing from a nearby room.
“Bradley, you really pulled it off. Got her to fall for you, then dumped her like a dog. She was totally played!”
And his voice? Chill as ever.
“She teamed up with my mom to kick Vivian out so she could marry me. She had it coming.”
That’s when it hit me— Bradley never loved me—he was just avenging Vivian.
He wanted me to fall, just so he could crush me with that fake amnesia act.
Their laughter kept echoing. I don’t even remember leaving.
I just knew I felt nothing for him anymore. Not a spark.
Snapping back to the present, I crouched and picked up the sheet. Cool, calm.
“Whether I’m pregnant or not? Not your business anymore. Hope you and Vivian have a lovely life. Can I go now?”
The corridor went still.
No yelling. No last-minute pleas.
Bradley stared, eyes narrowing.
Swallowed hard, twice. Then muttered, jaw tight,
“You cook well. Vivian’s been nauseous. Go make her something healthy.”
Ordering me around—yeah, that was his thing.
But I wasn’t the same Serena who used to stay quiet.
“Bradley, we’re divorced. Your family’s got more chefs than you can count. They’ll do way better than me.”
I said it flat, no warmth, and turned to go.
Bradley didn’t care. Didn’t even flinch.
Just grabbed my wrist and yanked me toward the exit like my words meant nothing.
His grip was brutal, like he was trying to crush something.
Next thing I knew, he was dragging me back to his mansion—the last place on earth I ever wanted to be.
Chapter 3
For two straight years, this house echoed with Vivian’s stupid laugh.
Pretty sure she did it on purpose—left pieces of herself everywhere.
Her pink camisole hung off my favorite piano.
Used condoms scattered across the couch and rug I picked out.
Our wedding photo? In the trash, because Vivian pouted and he caved.
I used to think he’d remember me. So I swallowed every bit of it—silent, humiliated, hopeful.
Looking back now? Pathetic.
Bradley locked me in the kitchen to cook meals after confiscating everything I owned.
Nathan was unreachable, cops weren’t an option.
And if I didn’t obey? I didn’t even want to think about it.
Last time I said no—just refused to grab Vivian’s earrings—Bradley threw me into the pool.
Middle of a snowstorm.
The cold hit like a slap. My clothes soaked instantly.
I couldn’t swim. Panicked. Water filled my nose, throat, lungs.
I flailed, gasping—
“Bradley… help me…”
But all he did was hold Vivian tighter, frowning like I was the inconvenience.
“Don’t worry, Vivian. If the earrings are lost, I’ll buy you new ones.”
So I let the water drag me under.
Right before I blacked out, someone yanked me up.
I choked, gasped—met Bradley’s dead-cold stare.
“Oh, right. Forgot you can’t swim. Sorry.”
Sounded like an apology. Felt like a slap.
He hauled me in front of Vivian. I collapsed, soaked and shaking.
They looked down at me like I was some wet, stray mutt.
Vivian smirked, looped her arm through his, and asked to go shopping.
Bradley didn’t miss a beat.
“My mom’s coming later. Clean yourself up.”
I was freezing. Bones numb. Still defended him to Coraline.
Still told myself—he’s just confused. Just lost his memory.
What a joke.
I didn’t know how to make prenatal meals, so I just made pumpkin soup.
Of course, Bradley slammed it to the floor.
“Serena Linwood, what kind of tantrum is this?”
Hot soup splashed up my arm—instantly burned.
I cried out, hugged my belly, reached for the table to stay upright.
Before I could catch my breath, he dropped another command.
“Dinner at my mom’s tonight. Get ready. And don’t forget your lines.”
Then he dragged me out to buy a long-sleeved dress—to hide the burn, obviously.
The car ride was silent the whole way.
His mom was throwing some big party—tons of guests.
Soon as she saw me, she lit up.
“Rena! Come over here!”
Coraline. Bradley’s mom. My mom’s best friend.
After my mom died, she kinda stepped in like family.
Chapter 4
I helped her up, letting her hold my hand.
She fussed like old times, rattling off small talk.
But when she asked about Bradley, I dropped my gaze.
“We’re already divorced. If he doesn’t remember me, what’s the point?”
Her hand froze. Her eyes filled with sympathy.
“Maybe that’s for the best. You’ve been through enough since he forgot everything.”
As we left, she threw Bradley a look and muttered, “You might be divorced, but don’t think for a second that woman’s stepping into my house.”
His face darkened.
“It’s just temporary. Once Vivian has the baby, Serena and I are getting back together.”
I glanced at him. He was dead serious.
Before he could spew more nonsense, I cut in, “I’m already married. And pregnant. So no, there’s no reunion happening.”
He whipped his head toward me, stunned.
Just then, Coraline got called away. Some hospital emergency.
The second she left, Bradley yanked my hand and dragged me toward the backyard.
“Let go!” I snapped.
He just looked more pissed.
“You wanted a kid, right? After Vivian pops it out, you can raise it. Isn’t that your dream? Making up this whole marriage and pregnancy thing just to guilt-trip me? Pathetic.”
He really thought I was lying. Again.
When I couldn’t pull away, I slapped him. Hard.
“Enough, Bradley. Still playing dumb—”
But before I could finish, people rushed out, yelling.
“There she is! The homewrecker!”
I froze as cameras came out, lights flashing.
A middle-aged woman shoved a photo at me—me kissing someone else.
“This tramp goes after anything with a heartbeat!”
Flashbulbs lit up my face. I shielded my eyes.
“I’m not a homewrecker! I didn’t seduce anyone!”
No one cared. They yanked my hair, threw stuff—rocks, bottles, trash.
I curled up, trying to protect myself.
Then—snap.
Pain exploded through my arm. I hit the ground, barely conscious.
Through the crowd, I spotted Bradley.
Holding Vivian. Shielding her.
She looked back at me, teary-eyed and smug.
Whispered something.
He glanced at me… then turned and walked away.
My chest ached. Even after all this, it still hurt.
No one helped. I wrapped my arms around my belly.
“Please… don’t hurt my baby…”
They didn’t stop.
Tore my clothes. Screamed about dragging me through the streets.
Someone shoved me hard. I stumbled—
And strong arms caught me.
“Serena!”
Nathan’s voice, right by my ear.
At the same time, Bradley showed up again—with security.
Someone screamed,
“She’s bleeding! She’s actually pregnant!”
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