The Sycho Bride With Three Hyper Vampir

In recent days, rumors about Taylor—the girl with no clear background accused of using a fake resume for personal gain—had become the talk of the town. Edward felt deeply disappointed, especially since he thought he had been kind to Taylor. He had given her a job and food, but his kindness was repaid with lies.

"But, sir..." Taylor struggled with all her might, trying to free Edward's grip on the collar of her blouse. She pounded on his arm, but her efforts were futile. Edward's strong arms held firm, ignoring her feeble protests.

"Damn it... Shit!"

In a fit of rage, Edward pushed Taylor with all his strength. Her body was flung across the room, slamming hard into a chair in the corner.

"Thud!"

"Ugh... hic," Taylor groaned, her voice barely audible amidst her sobs. She winced, her forehead furrowed as pain coursed through her body. Her hand clutched her waist, which throbbed from the impact.

"Damn... hic," Taylor muttered weakly, her voice barely a whisper.

Clearly, Taylor was no match for Edward. Now, the small girl could only whimper, trying to endure the pain while clutching her head, which had also hit the ground during her fall.

Meanwhile, inside a car parked nearby, Noah nearly opened the door. A sense of pity pushed him to get out and help the young girl inside. However, Ethan stopped him.

"Leave her. That girl won't die, Noah. Besides, that old fool Edward doesn't have the guts to kill someone in a crowded place," Ethan said casually. He seemed uninterested, more intrigued to see how far this drama would unfold. In his mind, the girl appeared to be holding back her strength, which only piqued his curiosity further.

Inside the room, Taylor wiped her tears while muttering to herself. "I was just a little late. Did he really have to go this far?" she thought angrily, trying to suppress her sobs.

Meanwhile, Edward, with a sharp, angry glare, surveyed the messy cashier area. "Damn you! You've dirtied my place. Get out of here, you cursed brat!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the room full of customers.

After venting his anger, Edward turned and walked away, leaving Taylor sitting on the floor with silent tears streaming down her face. He didn't care about the small girl, nor the shocked gazes of the café patrons who witnessed the scene.

His anger clouded his humanity, but it wasn't entirely without reason. Edward felt betrayed again. Memories of previous incidents flooded his mind, when other deceitful girls had trapped him, landing him in prison on charges of exploiting minors. One of the most scarring memories was tonight, facing a delusional girl who claimed to be Julia Roberts, 22 years old, but in reality, used a fake identity to manipulate him.

For a brief moment, a pang of pity crossed his mind, but reality quickly snapped him back.

Edward's steps paused for a moment. He stood still, his thoughts in turmoil. "With this, she'll definitely leave. She's just a young girl, not even 17 yet. She'll only bring big problems with accusations of exploiting a minor. This time, I won't be fooled again!" he muttered softly, more to himself.

Finally, Edward continued walking, his face twisted in frustration, heading to his office without glancing back.

Taylor was left in the crowded corner of the room. She felt disgusted with herself. With the little strength she had, she tried to stand up, rising from the cold floor that had embraced her that night.

"No one will care about me, so stop crying. Being an honest human being is Hell," she murmured softly, stifling her sobs as she looked at the people around her. Their indifferent gazes made it clear that no one truly saw her.

Taylor knew no one would sympathize or care about the plight of an ordinary girl like her. Whatever happened, the humanity she once hoped to find in this small town now seemed so far away. Yet, from this situation, she learned one thing:

"I have to survive. At least for tonight, with whatever courage I have left," she thought firmly, trying to steel herself.

For a moment, she smiled again, wiping away the tears that had been streaming down her cheeks, resigned.

"I know God never sleeps, like the orphanage mother said. But maybe I was never meant to be human. This humiliation pours over me like a heavy rain. Right, my life is cursed. Ha!" Taylor froze at the logic of her monologue. "Could it be... I'm not actually human," she muttered to console her misery, then smiled.

The night wind blew through Taylor's hair, carrying the scent of her blood to a figure not far away, carving a smile on Ethan's face.

"You're overreacting, old man," said Ethan, grinning.

"Noah, this time I'll fetch my bride myself."

"This scent... I like it. THERE'S NO DOUBT ABOUT IT," Ethan thought with satisfaction.

"Yes, sir." Noah gave a slight nod, signaling his agreement to his master's command.