My Vampire Husband

Chapter 4: The Psycho Killer

The day we went to my parents' place, Alec really pulled out all the stops. He wore a formal black suit and shiny leather shoes, looking every bit the part of a wealthy young gentleman.

He came bearing gifts, packing the trunk of his car to the brim. And he drove a car worth over 30 thousand bucks, which I figured was his.

I whispered, "Why did you buy so much? This must have cost a fortune. My parents are really easygoing."

He shrugged and smiled confidently. "It's my first time meeting them. Gotta make a good impression. Besides, I can afford it."

My parents were thrilled with Alec. He was polite, nodding and smiling at everything they said. Just one meal with him had them grinning from ear to ear.

A flash marriage is like a gamble: sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. But with Alec, it felt like I'd hit the jackpot.

Looking at my new husband, I felt like I'd struck gold.

I've worked hard for over twenty years; I deserve a catch like him.

Originally, I got married to inherit my grandfather's estate, but Alec turned out to be a real gem.

I sent a sneaky message to Chris.

The guy she introduced really solved my problem.

That evening, I went to Alec's place. He said we’d be living there together and wanted me to see if we needed anything.

The place was incredible, much better than I imagined.

He called this "not bad"? This downtown apartment must be worth millions.

The decor was minimalist, using top-notch materials in cool tones.

You could tell a lot of money went into it just by looking around.

Alec was busy cooking in the kitchen while I sat on the sofa, bored, flipping through TV channels.

I landed on the news, which was still covering the psycho killer.

They said the psycho was on a rampage, attacking not just women, but anyone.

The news warned everyone to be extra cautious and report any suspicious activity immediately. The whole city was on edge.

Single women were especially worried about getting home late. The situation was getting out of control.

I couldn't help but sigh, "It's so scary. That psycho killer has already taken dozens of lives and is still out there. And I have to go to work alone every day."

Alec brought over a plate of grapes and sat down next to me. "I can drive you every day."

I quickly waved my hands. That wasn’t what I meant.

"No need, you're busy too. I usually leave the store early. But that psycho used to target only girls, now it seems no one is safe. I heard a family of three was killed the other day. It's just crazy."

He popped a grape into my mouth and said in a chilling tone, "Isn't it possible that there are two killers?"

I was taken aback, turning to look at him, not expecting him to say that.

He seemed to know something.

Seeing my puzzled expression, he patted my head and laughed, "What's with that look? I'm just talking. Psychos usually don't change targets easily, so if they suddenly switch, maybe there are two of them. You're not thinking I'm the psycho, are you?"

I shivered and shook my head vigorously with an awkward laugh, "No, of course not. I just think what you said makes sense, hahaha."

For some reason, at that moment, I suddenly remembered the scene I saw at the tattoo shop.

That strange smell—could it be the smell of a rotting corpse?

Maybe I've just watched too many horror movies.

My expression grew tense, but Alec just smiled, "Do you really think I'm the psycho killer? It's getting late, I'll drive you home. Pack up and move here tomorrow."

Hearing him say that, I quietly breathed a sigh of relief. If this continued, who knows what wild ideas I might come up with.

I still felt uneasy.

How could such a handsome and wealthy man end up with me?

Everything was going so smoothly it was unbelievable, like someone had planned it all.

If the psycho killer used such tactics to find his prey, wouldn't I be a lamb to the slaughter?