My Billionaire Vampire Mate

Runaway

Oliver assumed that Christopher would just leave him alone after that, but he didn't. In a blink of an eye, the mighty brown-haired slammed Oliver to the wall. "You filthy mortal…," he growled like a wild beast. "You dare to go behind your words?"

Oliver started trembling on his knees. He wanted to move to his and press the alarm button. His assistant would get in and call the security. But Christopher was not some random human. He was a monster! He had seen his original form years ago; he had almost thrown up!

Then he came to know about the creatures that lived among the humans. They were the savage beasts who feasted on the humans. And this man, Christopher, was one of the strongest beasts in his coven. Oliver knew what would happen if someone provoked the beast. Even if all the security guards came to rescue him now, they probably won't succeed in it. 

Oliver has seen his claws that were sharp like knives. His claws are sharp enough to slice others' throats. He can't risk provoking this beast. He should have to do whatever it takes to cool this beast.

"Chris…. Christopher," Oliver stammered. "Please let me go! I'll do anything that you so—"

Christopher didn't let him move. He had his strong arm around his neck now, but he wasn't strangling him. "I'll give you twenty-four hours. If you don't hand over Ivy back to our coven, then……"

"But…. but…. Tristan will not let…"

"Just shut up," his voice became brutal. Oliver wondered if someone will come to the workspace now and see this. "You made a deal with Tristan and it is up to you to solve it. Why should I have to bother about the stupid deal you made?"

Oliver held his breath. He felt like all the air in the room was sucked out by the beast before him. After a moment, Christopher freed him from his grip—and Oliver was able to breathe again. 

"If you fail to deliver her to me within twenty-four hours, then I'll say everything about you to your wife. I bet that she will divorce after she knows about the filthy deeds that you did all these years," Christopher flashed a wicked smile. 

"No… no…. No…." Oliver clasped his hands together. "Please don't say anything to my wife. I will definitely bring Ivy tomorrow to your manor…."

Oliver didn't know how he would rescue Ivy. She was in Tristan's well-guarded mansion now. It would be not easy for him to rescue her, yet he had no other choice. He didn't want to lose his wife and he was willing to take all the risks in the world instead of confessing the truth to his wife. 

………

After Athena left, Ivy found a new strength in her body. She was much more optimistic than before. For a moment, she forgot that she was actually kidnapped and trapped in a room. She started to think about her passion! It was to be a fashion designer.

Ivy wanted to develop her own fashion line and make the brand the popular one in New York City. She visualized the Upper Eastside kids wearing the dresses that she designed. This was her dream! And that's why she wanted to go to Paris to learn the skill of fashion designing. But her parents were against it. They didn't let her step out of New York!

But she too didn't fight for it. She deep down didn't leave this place as she was so much attached to the title Queen Bee. What if no one sees her that way in Paris?! Perhaps it wasn't her parents' fault. She was not strong enough. But Ivy was determined to follow her dreams once she got out of here.

Suddenly, the door opened and Tristan got into the room. Ivy wasn't ready to face him. She despised him now! She wished that there was something near her which she could use as a weapon against him. 

"Ivy, are you alright now?" He asked in a calm voice. 

Ivy fell silent. She didn't want to look at his intense eyes. Tristan didn't move near her. He stood ten feet away from her and said, "I know that it is difficult for you! But I have no other choice than this to protect you."

Ivy snapped. "Protect me? You are the one who kidnapped me—and you want to protect me now?"

Tristan gave her a slight nod. "Ivy! I'll tell you everything about me once you get stable. You can choose if you want me or not. You still have twenty-seven days to decide."

Ivy started to get impatient. Who the hell was this man? Why would he trap her in a room and give her time to love him?! She wished that there was an escape route from this mansion. Once she got out of here, she would expose this arrogant man to everyone in the media. She couldn't wait to see him getting locked up in a prison. 

Tristan left the room after that and Ivy fell on the bed again. Thinking about her passion was the only thing that was giving her sanity. Every time she pictured Tristan, her whole body shuddered. She was terrified of him, yet she couldn't lie that there was something in him that allured her. Why was she feeling this way?!

Sometimes she felt as if her senses had gone wild. She wanted to know more about Tristan. She wanted to know why he was this way. Even if he was interested in her, he should have approached her as the other gentlemen did. He dares to kidnap her and say that it was to protect her?! Ivy couldn't figure out this man. By his appearance, he seemed charming to her. He didn't look like a typical psychopath at all!

As the night went by, there was no noise in the mansion. Ivy felt that there was no one in the mansion except her. She came out of her room and went to the hallway. Even the maids weren't there either! Where had they all gone?!

She even reached the foyer of the mansion, still, there was no sight of life. Suddenly, the massive front door of the house opened and a man in a black suit entered the house. It was her father! 

"Ivy, we have to get out of here as soon as possible," her father shouted. 

Ivy didn't know how her father came here. But this was her chance. And she was going to run away from here! As she ran away from the mansion, into the streets alone with her father, she felt empty deep down. A part of her told her that she was running away from her fate. Ivy tried to ignore that voice in her—and she got in her father's car.