The Vampire King's Wife

Vengefulness

Arabella sat at her desk writing furiously. She was livid, she’d heard the rumors. And so far, it looked like it was actually happening and she was pissed. Marco was marrying her. 

Gritting her teeth as she slammed her pen down, her brother walked in looking bored. “Vexed sister?” Arabella glared at Wesley pissed, “He’s marrying her. I know a maid in his castle and she told me that his grandfather attacked him and she saved him. There’s rumors he’s been seen going into his families vault.” 

Wesley shrugged, “So?” 

Annoyed her older brother wasn’t catching on to the significance, Arabella barked, “His families vault has priceless jewels and stones. Thousands upon thousands that he can turn into the most beautiful ring to grace a queen in this era.” 

Wesley shrugged, “So?” 

Arabella almost slammed her head on the table, “So!? It should be ME that he’s marrying. I was his first. Where’s the love and loyalty? Why isn’t he all gaga over me? I’m beautiful, smart, and I run our empire. What does that Russian w***e honestly give him?” 

Looking to the ceiling in thought, Wesley thought, “If they are betrothed, that means they met when they were children at one point. She had his heart long before you caught him drunk and sad for a quick f**k in a hallway.”  

Flushed in the neck as Wesley looked over at her confused, “Why are you so hung up on him? Other than a little romp you didn’t seem that interested in him other than his title. But then the Fairy King of The Fairy Realm showed you interest. You were over him in a week, why do you care now he’s getting married?” 

Arabella’s jaw clenched as she tossed her head back with a scoff, “From the time I was fifteen I’ve had men begging for my attention. When I turned eighteen I had so many marriage proposals I couldn’t remember the names of most of them.” 

Nose flaring, the beautiful brown eyes of his little sister darkened as Wesley heard the bitter bark, “But f*****g Marco Ricci, future King of Italy. I could never get him hooked.” Rolling her eyes as she stood, Arabella lit an expensive cigar before spitting out, “The first time I met him, I thought he’d be wowed. I’d heard he was a player and thought I’d be a target. But the entire night, he snubbed me.” 

Spitting out smoke like a beautiful dragon, Arabella hissed as she looked at her brother, “At first I thought, gay, or maybe even stress. But then I watched him follow her around like a little love sick puppy all night. And when he went and got drunk I followed him hoping to pry something out of him.” 

Wesley shrugged, “You did. You got him to a point he’d lose his virginity to you.” Arabella rolled her eyes, “Yeah five minutes of him humping me and then calling our Alianna’s name. Not exactly my best.” 

Bored with this conversation and his sister’s harping, Wesley sharply asked, “If it’s not the s*x, or the title then what is it? What is bugging you so much about this?” Arabella sent her brother a sharp look, “Watch it.” Rolling his eyes not even fazed by her anger, he lazily waved for his answer. 

So his sister finally omitted to her truth, “He brushed me off. HE brushed ME off.” Wesley shrugged again making his sister yell, “No man has ever brushed me off before, and considering it’s me compared to HER. I should have won.” 

He could admit it was shallow, and maybe in looks his sister did win. But in everything else, Wesley knew his sister was lacking. “Sis you can harp and b***h about how things worked out, but you know like I do sometimes it’s not always about looks or s*x. If he cares for her, genuinely cares for her, then it doesn’t matter. He’s chosen.” 

Arabella froze, a beautiful ring of smoke played around, “He does genuinely care for her, huh?” Throwing her cigar, she purred devilishly as her mind began to work. Wesley looked on in fear as Arabella walked to her desk and pulled out her little black book of names. 

“What are you doing sis?” Arabella hummed as she whispered, “He loves her…I wonder if he’d lose his mind if he lost her. Like his grandfather.”