My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 90: High Blood Pressure 1/2

Sevette felt as though every gaze in the hall had turned into a physical weight pressing down on her shoulders.

The eyes of the ancestors were heavy and cold, filled with history and judgment. The eyes of the younger vampires were sharp and restless, filled with curiosity, calculation, and a hunger for entertainment.

They were not just watching her.

They were measuring her.

They were waiting to see whether she would bend or break.

Her throat felt dry.

She looked at them one by one, her lips trembling slightly, then her gaze drifted to Cain.

He stood there calmly, hands behind his back, posture straight, face composed. His expression did not show pity. It did not show concern. If anything, there was a faint interest in his eyes, as

if he were watching a play unfold.

Then her eyes moved to Cornelia.

Cornelia who now stood beside Cain, her face serene, almost gentle. But beneath that gentleness, Sevette felt something sharp and dangerous, like a blade hidden under silk.

In her heart, Sevette screamed.

I cannot accept this.

I cannot.

A vampire with the lowest kind of bloodline lineage. A man who had fallen beneath blood servants. Beneath blood slaves.

Her husband?

Her fingers trembled.

And if she accepted... if she married him... Cornelia would still be here.

Cornelia, whose presence alone felt like a mountain pressing down on her lungs. If she did not treat Cain well, if she showed even the slightest contempt after marrying him, Cornelia would never let her go.

There would be no escape.

No father to shield her.

No branch elders to protect her.

She would be alone.

Her breathing grew shallow.

But the ancestors were watching.

The clan was watching.

Even if her father were present, what could he do?

Go against the ancestors?

Go against the will of the Moonshade family in this hall?

She had no choice.

Soon, her mind began to feel distant, as if it were slowly drifting away from her body. The voices in the hall sounded muffled. The chandeliers above seemed too bright. The marble floor beneath her feet felt far away.

Slowly, as though her body was moving on its own, she lowered herself.

Her knees touched the floor with a soft sound.

She stared forward blankly, her eyes unfocused, as if looking through the ancestors, through Cornelia, through the thick stone walls of the castle, through the very heart of the Moonshade estate.

Her voice came out hollow.

"I... am willing... to take him as my husband."

The words sounded distant even to her own ears.

There was no light in her eyes.

No warmth.

No hope.

Just surrender.

Cain watched her quietly.

He tilted his head slightly.

She’s broken mentally, he thought.

His lips twitched.

Am I really that bad?

His gaze swept over himself briefly.

Isn’t my charm and pretty handsome face enough to cover my low blood lineage?

He felt a faint sting in his pride.

In his past life, he had been the Overgod of Blood. The supreme existence. The countless vampire ladies would compete for, fight for, even betray their clans for.

And now?

Reduced to a bargaining chip.

Reduced to pity.

He snorted softly in his mind.

Shallow belief.

You only look at bloodline numbers and forget everything else.

In the future, once my Overgod Body reaches its peak again, once my true power awakens fully, you will regret what you are feeling now.

His eyes darkened faintly.

If your lifespan can even reach that day.

Beside him, Cornelia suddenly let out a small giggle.

It was soft, almost sweet, but there was amusement in it.

Cain’s brow twitched.

Is she mocking her?

Cornelia lifted her hand and covered her lips lightly, as if hiding her smile. "You are truly boastful," she murmured in her head.

Then she cleared her throat gently.

The sound was not loud, but it cut through the hall like a blade through silk.

"Sevette," Cornelia said calmly, her tone polite, almost kind, "would you like to look at yourself in the mirror right now?"

Sevette blinked.

The daze in her eyes cracked.

She suddenly realized what she had just said.

Her body stiffened. She straightened quickly, bowing her head lower.

"I apologize, Madam," she said hurriedly, her voice shaking now. "I am willing to take Cain as my husband."

Cornelia let out a soft snort.

"You are not," she said lightly.

The words struck like a slap.

The hall grew tense.

Cornelia’s eyes narrowed just slightly. "Are you willing to make a blood oath?"

A ripple of fear ran through the room.

"If you lie," Cornelia continued gently, "you will die."

Sevette froze.

Her heart pounded violently.

A blood oath was not a simple promise. It bound the soul. It pierced through intention. If her heart rejected the words even slightly, the backlash would tear her apart from the inside.

She opened her mouth.

But no sound came out.

Cornelia’s gaze grew colder.

"That’s enough," she said suddenly.

She turned her head slowly, looking around at the other vampires in the hall.

"I see," she continued, her voice calm but heavy. "Perhaps even earlier, she was only manipulated. Encouraged. Pushed to take my husband Cain."

The accusation hung in the air.

Sevette’s head snapped up in panic.

"No!" she cried, her voice cracking. She fell forward again, her forehead almost touching the ground. "No, Madam, that is not true!"

Her words tumbled out desperately.

"I was not instructed by anyone. No one forced me. No one guided me. I... I liked Cain because of his appearance. Because he is handsome. Because when he stands there, he carries himself with dignity. His eyes are deep and charming. His features are sharp and refined. His aura... his aura used to make my heart beat faster."

She swallowed hard.

"I admit that when I heard about his bloodline results, I was shaken. I was confused. I felt... disappointed. But that does not mean I despise him. It does not mean I look down on him. A bloodline does not change his face. It does not change the way he walks, the way he speaks, the way he stands straight even when everyone mocks him."

Her voice trembled more intensely.

"I thought about it. I truly did. Even if his bloodline is low, even if others laugh at him, he is still Cain of the Moonshade. He is still your husband. And if I were to marry him, I would treat him with respect. I would take care of him. I would protect his dignity. I would never allow anyone to insult him in my presence."

Her fingers clenched tightly against the floor.

"I swear I am not acting because of pressure. I am not acting because of fear. I only... I only wish to fulfill my duty and also follow my own heart. Even if it is small, even if it is foolish, it is still my choice."

Her breathing was uneven now.

The other vampires exchanged panicked glances.

Almost at once, several of them dropped to their knees.

"Madam, we have nothing to do with this!"

"Yes, we never instructed Sevette to pursue Cain!"

"We may have teased her earlier, but we never ordered her to act!"

"It was her own interest. Her own curiosity. We did not push her forward today."

One after another, they bowed deeply.

"We swear we did not manipulate her."

"We have no intention of interfering in your marriage."

"Our loyalty lies with the Moonshade and with you."

Their voices overlapped, frantic and fearful.

Cornelia’s expression did not soften.

"Really?" she said coldly.

Her eyes swept across the kneeling figures.

"Is she willing to take an oath that she truly wanted my husband?"

The question crushed the air.

Silence fell instantly.

No one dared to answer.

They all knew the truth.

If Sevette truly swore under a blood oath, there was a high chance she would die. The disappointment she had felt earlier when Cain’s bloodline was revealed had not been fake. The hesitation in her heart now was not fake either.

Her current words were driven by pressure.

By duty.

By fear.

Not by genuine desire.

Cornelia’s eyes flashed with anger.

"Why are you all silent now?" she demanded, her voice rising slightly.

She stepped forward.

The temperature in the hall seemed to drop.

"Tell me, Sevette," she said sharply. "Are you willing to take a blood oath?"

Sevette trembled.

Her lips parted.

No sound came.

Cain, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly felt a chill crawl up his spine.

A bad premonition.

He knew that tone.

He had felt it before.

Cornelia turned her head slowly toward him.

Her crimson eyes locked onto his.

"It seems," she said softly, her voice no longer teasing but dangerously calm, "you want to taste my blood pressure again, huh?"

Cain’s eyes widened slightly.

Wait.

The air changed.

A faint red mist began to seep out from Cornelia’s body. It rolled from her skin like steam, thick and heavy, carrying the scent of iron and something ancient.

The mist spread rapidly, filling the hall within seconds.

The chandeliers flickered.

The marble floor trembled.

Boom.

It felt as though an invisible mountain had crashed down from the sky.

The gravity in the room multiplied instantly.

Bang.

One vampire after another slammed onto the floor.

Knees shattered against stone. Foreheads struck marble. Hands clawed helplessly at the ground.

Cries of pain echoed.

The ancestors themselves were forced down, their aged bodies pressed firmly against their seats, unable to rise.

The weight was overwhelming.

Breathing became difficult.

Bones creaked.

Sevette collapsed fully, her body flattened against the floor, unable to even lift her head.

Only two figures remained standing.

Cornelia stood in the center of the crimson mist, her hair floating slightly around her, her eyes glowing with quiet fury.

Beside her, Cain stood upright, though he could feel the immense pressure pressing against his skin.

The entire hall lay prostrate.

And in that suffocating silence, the power of Cornelia’s bloodline made one truth clear.

She was not asking anymore.