Sweet Revenge With My Billionaire Vampire-Chapter 135: My Son Is Engaged To A Human?

A gasp tore from Vincent’s throat, and his hands flew to Damien’s wrist, trying to pry himself free, but it was no use. Damien was far stronger.

"You just came out of the portal room, and the only place that portal leads is to the human world. It’s far too late for you to be there. But that aside, I gave you a direct order. You were supposed to be here when I returned. So tell me, Vincent—what were you doing over there?"

The pressure on Vincent’s throat increased, his vision starting to blur at the edges. He clawed at Damien’s hand, struggling to pull in enough air to form words. "My liege—"

"Answer me!" Damien yelled. "And don’t you dare lie to me. Or so help me, I’ll strangle you right here."

Vincent stared into Damien’s scrutinizing gaze. He could feel it—Damien was studying every inch of his face, searching for even the faintest flicker of deception. He knew that if he lied, Damien would see right through it.

But he couldn’t tell Damien the truth. He couldn’t let him know he had missed the meeting because he was helping Enzo save Adeline—the same girl Damien had always suspected was the reason Enzo refused to come back. If he found out, he would lose it.

And knowing Damien, if Vincent told him everything that had happened tonight, he would start asking more questions. He would want to know why Enzo went through that much trouble for a mere human girl. Or why Vincent himself would disobey his orders just to help Enzo save one human girl. These questions would give Vincent no choice but to tell Damien the truth about what Adeline really is to Enzo—that she was his fiancée.

"Does it even matter anymore?" Vincent thought. "Enzo’s three months are almost up. Even if I managed to lie my way out of this one, Lord Damien is still going to head over there and kill her like he said he would. So what’s the point in lying anymore?"

If only Damien hadn’t seen him coming out of the portal room, he could have easily lied his way out of this.

Just then, Damien yanked Vincent’s body forward before slamming him back against the wall. "I won’t ask you again—"

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The door to Damien’s office swung open, and he stormed inside, dragging Vincent by the hair. Vincent’s choked sobs filled the air, his fingers clawing at Damien’s wrist, desperately trying to ease the pain as tears streamed down his face.

As soon as Damien was fully inside, without turning, he slammed the door shut behind him with his free hand and flung Vincent aside like discarded trash.

The impact sent him crashing into the stone wall, his back colliding painfully against it. A jolt of agony rippled through his body, his head throbbing from where Damien had gripped him.

The king had struck him multiple times the moment he had finished speaking—before dragging him here. Now, curled up on the floor, Vincent sobbed and sniffled, his body trembling.

Damien strode across the room, running a hand through his hair in an attempt to ground himself. A humorless laugh left his lips, venom lacing his words as he muttered, "Enzo? Engaged to a human? I knew... I knew there was something off about them. The Enzo I know and raised for a century would never linger around someone for that long."

His fingers curled into fists at his sides as he sucked in a deep breath, trying—and failing—to steady himself. Reaching his desk, he slammed his fists down onto it. The wood creaked under the force before he swept his arm across the surface, sending everything crashing to the floor. Papers scattered, and glass hit the stone floor, shattering.

His chest heaved, his eyes wild as he yelled, "How dare you lie to me all this time!"

His head snapped toward Vincent, and the sight of him lying there on the ground, sobbing, only fueled his anger further.

He stormed over and crouched down, gripping Vincent by the collar and yanking him into a kneeling position. His other hand buried itself into Vincent’s hair, gripping it painfully and jerking his head back so their eyes met. "What do I hate most?" he asked in an eerily calm voice. The kind of calm that sent fear clawing through anyone’s gut.

Vincent’s breath hitched, his eyelids fluttering as exhaustion threatened to drag him under. But before he could fully close his eyes, Damien shook him violently. "Answer me!"

Vincent stammered, barely able to get the words out. "L-Liars..."

Damien gave a slow nod, his lips curling in a bitter smirk. "That’s right," he murmured softly. "I hate liars. So tell me, Vincent—why have you been lying to me?"

Vincent sucked in a shaky breath, raising a hand to wipe his face, but Damien smacked it away, his glare hardening. "Don’t test me," he warned. "Answer the bloody question."

"I—I didn’t want you to hurt her, my liege... Enzo is my friend. I was scared that if you found out about their relationship and killed her, he would hate me for all eternity. And if he were to return here after that, I wouldn’t be able to look at him."

For a moment, silence filled the room. Then Damien’s hand finally released his hair, only to clamp down on his jaw, his grip crushing. "You incompetent fool. Do you think you’re all still children? Enzo is no longer your friend. You are nothing but a simple servant. My servant. The mere thought of lying to me should have never even crossed your pathetic little mind."

"You even went so far as to help him save her—the very girl responsible for his refusal to return. Tell me, do you want to see me step down as king without my son taking over? Do you want me to be humiliated? Do you want the world to see me as the man who couldn’t even control his own son?"

Tears continued to spill down Vincent’s face as he shook his head desperately, his voice breaking as he pleaded, "No... I would never want that to happen. Please, forgive me."

Damien’s fingers slowly loosened around Vincent’s jaw, his brows unknitting as a flicker of guilt passed through his eyes—so brief it was almost unnoticeable. He sighed, his rage simmering down slightly.

His hand moved up to Vincent’s face, brushing back the messy strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes. His touch was rough, but it lacked the harshness from earlier.