Reborn and claimed by the vampire billionaire

Catherine’s POV “You’re going to marry him tomorrow… and you still don’t know the truth.” I freeze. My fingers stop mid-air, hovering just above the glass perfume bottle on the vanity. For a second, I don’t even breathe. The words don’t feel like something I imagined. They feel… placed, like someone leaned close to my ear and whispered them deliberately. I turn slowly. “Hello?” My voice sounds small, thinner than I expect. The bridal suite is quiet, too quiet. The air conditioner hums softly, the curtains barely moving against the night breeze filtering through the glass. There’s no one behind me, no one by the door and no one hiding in the corners. I swallow. “That’s not funny,” I add, louder this time, like maybe someone will suddenly step out and laugh and say they were messing with me. Nothing. I let out a shaky breath and turn back toward the mirror and that’s when it hits me again. The girl staring back at me doesn’t feel like me. My hair is perfect, styled into soft waves that fall neatly over my shoulders. My makeup is flawless, every line blended, every detail intentional. The silk robe I’m wearing slips slightly at the shoulder, exposing smooth skin that looks like it belongs in a bridal magazine. I should feel excited, I’m getting married tomorrow. To Adrian. He is Billionaire, Charming and Every woman’s dream… My dream. So why does my chest feel tight? I stare harder at my reflection, narrowing my eyes slightly, like I’m trying to catch something off guard. “You’re just nervous,” I mutter. “That’s normal.” But even as I say it, something shifts in my head. A flash. It’s quick, almost gone before I can grab it, but I see something… someone. A man, not Adrian. My brows pull together. “What…?” I press my fingers lightly against my temple. The image is already fading, slipping through my mind like it was never there in the first place. All I’m left with is a strange, lingering feeling familiar but wrong. “You’re overthinking,” I say again, firmer this time but the voice from before doesn’t leave. You still don’t know the truth. My stomach twists. “Stop it,” I whisper, shaking my head slightly, like I can physically push the thought away. I reach for the perfume again, forcing my hand to move this time, but before I can press the nozzle… My phone buzzes. The sound cuts through the silence sharply, making me flinch. I glance at it, It’s on the vanity, screen lighting up. Another buzz follows immediately after, more insistent this time. “Okay… okay,” I mutter, stepping closer. I pick it up. There’s a message from an unknown number. My heart starts beating a little faster, though I don’t know why. It’s just a message that’s all. I swipe it open. “Meet me at the office tonight, Andrian. Don’t be late.” I blink. “…what?” The words don’t rearrange themselves. They don’t suddenly make sense the second time I read them. My grip tightens around the phone. “Andrian?” I repeat quietly. That’s my fiancé. Why is someone texting me like I’m him? I scroll up quickly, no previous messages. Just this one. My chest starts to rise and fall a little faster now. “Okay… maybe it’s a mistake,” I say out loud, though my voice doesn’t sound convinced. But even as I try to reason it out, something doesn’t sit right. The night before our wedding? I press my lips together, my mind already racing ahead of me. “Meet me at the office…” Our office. Andrian’s company headquarters. I let out a short, nervous laugh. “It could be business,” I say quickly. “Yeah. That’s normal, Late meetings happen.” But then why didn’t they send it to him? Why me? Unless… My stomach drops slightly. Unless this isn’t business. I stare at the message again, my thumb hovering over the screen like I might type a response, but I stop myself. No. If this is something he’s hiding… I need to see it myself. “I’m not walking down that aisle blind,” I murmur, my jaw tightening slightly. The doubt that started as a whisper now feels louder, heavier, pressing against my chest. I grab my clutch from the table, my movements faster now, more purposeful. “Fine,” I say under my breath. “Let’s see what this is.”