Marked by the Billionaire Vampire

Cassandra Williams was the kind of woman people noticed even before she stepped onto the stage. A famous ‘masked’ stripper in one of the city’s most popular bars at night and an outstanding actress during the day, she had the kind of life others envied—steady money, a comfortable routine, a kind manager who watched out for her, and a face and body that turned heads without trying. From the outside, everything about her looked complete. And yet, Cassandra had never felt emptier. It wasn’t because she wanted more. It wasn’t because she lacked anything. It was because something had been taken from her life, leaving a hollow space that no applause, no desire, and no luxury could ever fill. Her mother. Years had passed since the accident—years since her mother’s body had vanished without a trace. People said her mother was gone, that Cassandra should accept it and move on. But Cassandra couldn’t. Not without seeing proof. Not without seeing her mother’s corpse with her own eyes. Hope was a cruel thing. It kept her searching even when she was tired, even when the world insisted, she was chasing a ghost. And then, in a twist of fate she never saw coming, Cassandra found him again. The one who had saved her. The one who had tried to erase her memories. The one she once believed was only human—until the truth surfaced like a Hector drawn slowly from its sheath. He wasn’t human at all. He was a vampire. Cassandra never expected their paths to cross again, much less in a way that would leave her breathless and shaken. But once more, he saved her—pulling her away from danger as if it was the easiest thing in the world. And this time, she saw him clearly. Not just the unnatural strength. Not just the quiet, terrifying speed. But his eyes—strange, haunting, and impossible to forget. Cassandra didn’t hate vampires. She wasn’t the type to judge what she didn’t understand. But if she could choose, she would keep her distance. Vampires belonged to a world she didn’t want to be tangled in. Except life didn’t care what she wanted. Because the very vampire she should have been avoiding… might be the only one who could help her find her mother. What was she supposed to do? Stay close to him, even when every instinct told her to run—just to make the search easier? Hold onto hope, even when she had no certainty her mother was still alive? And the worst question of all— Would he even agree to help her? The night didn’t answer her with words. It answered her with warmth, with closeness, with the kind of intimacy that blurred the line between fear and longing—until Cassandra found herself in the only place she swore, she’d never be. In his arms.