Help! I Married A Vampire CEO

"It's not just your blood; I wish to taste every inch of you, darling."

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Christina's life shattered at the sight of her almost-fiancé hooking up with another woman. She had left behind so many things just to be with this jerk, and yet he dared to cheat and blame her?

"Screw you! I'll find a better man!" She vowed, and it miraculously came true. In a very grand way!

Reylan Blackwood, the enigmatic CEO of her company, a man whose charisma made women weak in the knees, proposed an irresistible deal. He offered to take care of her debts, her ailing mother, and even deal with her bastard ex, all in exchange for a one-year contract marriage.

“And at what cost?” Christina wondered, unwilling to fall into this infamous playboy’s trap. In the end, forced by the consequences, she accepted his generous offer.

However, as the facade of her fairy-tale life began to crack, she slowly realized her husband wasn’t the prince charming he pretended to be. He didn’t even have a heart to begin with, and what’s worse? He loved drinking blood—human blood!

Now trapped under the same roof, how would she escape from this bloodthirsty husband? Or would she slowly succumb to his dark desires?

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Excerpt:

"Why? Changed your mind and decided to sleep with me?"

"No, I was here to grab a pillow." Christina retorted, attempting to push away the shameless stripper wrapped in nothing more than a towel around his waist.

Reylan smirked, unaffected by her futile attempts to escape. Tracing a line over her neck, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Don’t deny it, darling. I clearly caught you staring as if you wanted to eat me earlier.”

Damn, this bloodsucker! Christina cursed inwardly, feeling her cheeks flush not just from his words, but also from something unmistakably hard pressing against her waist. She shot Reylan a glare, only to find him smirking, fully aware of the effect he had on her.

But she couldn’t fall for his tricks, not until he fulfilled his end of their contract!

With a fake smile, Christina replied, “Sorry, sir. But I have long given up eating pork. So, if you could move-”

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Wait! Did she just call him a pig?!