The Vampire Baron's Love

Catherine Reincarnated

France, 21st Century

Excited, Ethan drove a white Mercedes through the winding streets of Paris, finally arriving at the Marquis Giscard's corporate headquarters in the sixth arrondissement. He hurried out of the car, carrying a pile of documents, and took the elevator to the twelfth floor.

The rapid advancement of technology had greatly changed the world, and the vampire family, hiding in modern society, now had better identities and ways of living.

Giscard, still inheriting the title of Marquis, was the twelfth Marquis, officially twenty-five years old this year, though he had taken over from his father, the eleventh Marquis.

Giscard had played the roles of the twelfth, eleventh, and even the fifth and fourth Marquises.

He would fake his death, move to another Ethanry, and reappear as the next generation, keeping his youthful appearance from arousing suspicion.

Ethan, the forever old steward, and Cherie, who never grew up, followed him through thousands of years and Ethanless Ethanries.

With enough wealth, they could enjoy life for thousands of years.

Deep in thought, Ethan passed Giscard’s secretary, Anya, and nodded at her, and pushed open the office door, closing it behind him.

Giscard, impeccably dressed in a suit, sat behind his luxurious desk, focused on financial reports from his various industries: technology, hospitals, construction, catering, and shipping.

"Marquis!" Ethan called, seeing Giscard absorbed in his work, unaware of his presence.

Giscard set down the report and looked up, seeing the pile of documents Ethan was carrying. He pursed his lips, "Don’t tell me you’ve found ‘her’ again."

Ethan was momentarily stunned, then smiled, "Yes, I have. She’s in New York, and she’s eighteen!"

"Good, at least she’s a woman this time."

Ethan’s expression was a bit awkward. Over the millennia, the Marquis’s lover had been reincarnated several times as a man, yet their love remained earth-shattering, turning them into a same-s*x couple. However, time always became the destroyer of their love. When one remained eternally youthful while the other aged, problems inevitably arose. When the Marquis revealed his true identity, it always led to the end of their relationship.

Over a thousand years, the Marquis’s love for “her” never wavered, but “she” always ended up heartbroken. Each time they faced their final separation, “she” would always express hatred, cursing the endless entanglement of their souls. Thus, for the past two hundred years, the Marquis decided not to disturb her, allowing her to live a normal life without letting his terrifying vampire existence dominate her heart, body, and life.

Even though the Marquis made this decision, his old steward, Ethan, knew well that the Marquis hadn’t truly let go of his feelings. The Marquis only refrained from seeing her to fulfill her wishes from several lifetimes, avoiding reigniting the love that could so easily be rekindled between them.

Despite this, Ethan, ever meddlesome, still diligently sought her out. Although her appearance changed with each reincarnation, his extraordinary talent allowed him to sense her presence within a thousand kilometers, pinpointing which beautiful woman or handsome man was her reincarnation.

Moreover, the Marquis, with his deep love accumulated over millennia, could instantly recognize “her” the moment their eyes met, feeling that soul-shaking connection, knowing she was the one he had been searching for.

In the past two hundred years, Ethan often found himself more anxious than the Marquis, who seemed like an emperor unperturbed by his own affairs.

Ethan pulled himself out of his thoughts and carefully called, “Marquis?”

“Leave. I don’t want to hear any news about her.” Giscard’s cold gaze drifted toward the door, clearly indicating Ethan should leave.

“But she’s not doing well in this life,” Ethan deliberately slowed his pace, murmuring, “She was abandoned by her biological parents, and her grandparents are old and sick. Poor girl…”

“Enough, get out!” Giscard’s mood darkened instantly. He couldn’t bear to hear her hatred again. He had loved her for many lifetimes, but at the end of each life, he always faced her anger and resentment. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“She dropped out of high school to support her grandparents, working at a pub to make ends meet.” Ethan fell silent deliberately.

What could an eighteen-year-old girl do at a pub to make a living?

Giscard’s thick eyebrows furrowed. Though he knew Ethan was baiting him, he couldn’t stop his heart from aching to know more. “What is she doing at the pub?”

Ethan shook his head. “Forget it, Marquis. It’s better you don’t know.”

Giscard half-closed his dark eyes. “You’re intentionally teasing me?”

“No, I’m just afraid if you find out, you’ll tear down the pub.”

Giscard smirked. “Is she serving drinks?”

“No.”

Could it be… His expression changed dramatically. “Is she a p********e?”

Ethan quickly shook his head. “No, but…”

“But what?”

“In our family’s terms, her behavior is… quite inappropriate.” Ethan struggled to find the right words.

“What exactly is she doing?” Giscard’s voice grew colder.

“She’s a pole dancer.” Ethan cautiously observed Giscard’s reaction.

A pole dancer?! Giscard’s mind instantly pictured a young girl scantily clad, performing lewd, seductive moves around a pole. A wave of uncontrollable rage surged through him. He clenched his teeth and coldly asked Ethan, who was already at the door, “Where is she?”

Ethan stifled a laugh and then replied seriously, “She’s in New York.”

Giscard gritted his teeth. “Arrange a flight.”

Ethan nodded happily. “Yes, Marquis.”

“And Cherie…” Giscard’s eyebrows tightened at the thought of her.

“She’ll certainly come along. Fortunately, Elena is already eighteen, so even if Cherie wants to turn her into a vampire, she won’t choose this moment. After all, Cherie wouldn’t want Elena to remain forever as a freshly bloomed rose.”

“Elena?” Giscard frowned.

Ethan chuckled, nodding, “That’s her name in this life. She’s a Chinese-American mixed-race girl, very beautiful.”

Giscard pursed his lips. “Then get everything ready. I don’t want any regrets.”

“Yes!” Ethan hurried out of the office, no longer daring to gossip.

Giscard stared at the closed door, his handsome face deep in thought. It had been two hundred years since he last saw “her.” Would the heart-fluttering, familiar connection spark again when they met this time, as it had in previous lives?