Chapter 22
“I hate that vampire king so much,” I grumbled while stomping my foot in anger once I had returned to my bedroom, “First off, he ordered his men to kidnap me. Then, he brought me to this stupid vampire kingdom, and forced me to accept him as my grandfather. After that, he locked me up in my bedroom like a prisoner and starved me just because I don’t want to consume blood. And now, he arranged my marriage with a stranger. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him.” Furiously, I took each pillow on the bed and threw it to the floor. “Knock-knock...” someone suddenly knocked on my bedroom door. “It’s weird! Sigmund never knocks on the door before entering my bedroom. So could it be Lupita?” I thought. “Who is that?” I asked angrily. “It’s Maximilian,” answered a man at the other side of the doo
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