The Sycho Bride With Three Hyper Vampir

From behind the slightly open car window, Ethan observed a girl standing in front of a small coffee shop on the outskirts of Chania.

Ethan was the epitome of eternal perfection. A handsome man with European features, sharp eyes like a hunting falcon, a strong jawline, and skin as pale as snow. Despite being 999 years old, his appearance remained flawless and admired by any woman who laid eyes on him.

In the driver's seat, Noah, his loyal servant who had served him for decades, glanced back and bowed respectfully. "Should I bring her to you, Master Ethan?" he asked softly but with full reverence.

Noah was currently assisting his master in the mission to find a bride. The criteria were clear: a girl around 17 years old, with brown eyes, and most importantly, named Taylor. Although this might seem strange to others, Noah had served Ethan long enough to understand that this was only the beginning of something extraordinary.

Ethan merely hummed in acknowledgment, a faint smile gracing his lips, and his eyes sparkled with a hint of pleasure.

"This time, I'll handle it myself, Noah," he said in a deep voice. His gaze never left the girl in front of the shop, who seemed to be facing significant trouble.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man named Edward, the coffee shop owner and an avid gambler, stood with a flushed face full of anger. His gambling habit had caused him to lose control over his responsibilities. Rudely, he pointed a finger at Taylor, who stood frozen in place.

"You're fired!" he barked without a shred of pity.

Crash!

Taylor didn't get the chance to respond as Edward threw her CV to the ground with a violent motion.

"Get out, useless girl!" Edward shouted, his voice echoing through the quiet street. Taylor's face turned pale, but she stood her ground, holding her breath and emotions in check.

Ethan smirked slightly in the car, his eyes fixed on the girl who had unexpectedly captured his interest.

"Did he figure out I used a fake ID? Is that why he's so mad?" Taylor thought to herself, feeling utterly pathetic.

Well… life was terrible, and being a nobody was like being lizard dirt—small and disgusting.

Taylor instinctively brushed her hair, tucking her bangs behind her ears, then bent down to pick up the scattered CV papers at her feet. Even though she had used a fake ID, she had her reasons—mainly because no one seemed to care about her.

"Isn't it cool to be a college student?" she mused, regretting her hard work over the past month.

"Leave! Before I get angrier and do something worse!" Edward's voice boomed again.

After kicking out his part-time employee who often came late, the man with a harsh face glanced at Taylor with disdain from the corner of his eye. "You're just wasting my time."

Edward stepped back into the cashier area near the entrance, a few meters away from where Taylor stood. He diverted his attention by counting the euro bills—the day's earnings.

In front of the shop, Taylor could only lower her head in resignation, accepting the string of misfortunes that continued to pile up in her life.

The city lights flickered brightly, illuminating the cold night. The orphaned girl tried to live honestly, even though her honesty often brought her suffering.

"Should I just become a hitman? Then Edward would be the first person I'd eliminate," she muttered softly, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

She let out a heavy sigh, staring blankly at the street. Amid the bustling crowd, Taylor felt smaller and more isolated.

"Haha… Damn it, I need to get my money." Her bitter smile reflected the miserable night. Today was supposed to be a sweet moment of receiving her first paycheck, but all she got was bad luck. She walked back toward Edward, determined not to give up.

"B-But… Sir, my payment?" she stammered with a shaky voice, loud enough to break through the city's noise.

Edward exhaled sharply in irritation. "What now?!" he snapped, gripping the money in his hands tightly.

This time, however, Taylor gathered her courage. "I'm asking for my pay," she said firmly.

Edward fell silent, his face sour as he ignored her, acting as if she didn't exist.

"Damn it!" Taylor shouted louder. "Are you deaf? Are you deliberately not paying me, huh? You poor bastard! Pay me my salary, you miserable boss!"

Her face turned red with anger. Unable to hold back, she swept the items off the cashier's table, sending them crashing to the floor with a loud clatter.

"Crash!"

"What, don't like it? Want to hit me? Kill me? I'm not afraid!" Taylor shouted even more boldly.

Edward, losing his patience, grabbed Taylor with both hands. Easily, he lifted her until they were face-to-face. His grip was tight, asserting his power, despite the murmurs of protest from pedestrians nearby.

But Edward didn't care. He was fed up with the rumors circulating in the small town—rumors branding Taylor as a poor girl and a masterful liar.