A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 275: She. Is. My. Wife!!

Chapter 275: She. Is. My. Wife!!

"Avelina!" Draven immediately moved to approach her and stop her, but the sudden movements of the crowd who joined Avelina and began to dance in synchronization with her—both men and women, had him come to a stop.

His first conclusion was that whoever was doing it was able to affect Avelina first because she was the weakest amongst everyone in the hall considering she was human. After her were the musicians, then the crowds.

This meant that the ones to come next were...

Draven quickly whipped his head and glanced at his brothers and parents, who began to move down the stairs to the dance floor. They joined the crowd and began to dance in synchronization. Their eyes were devoid of even a single drop of emotion. They appeared lifeless.

The way they danced, it felt as though they were dancing in jubilee over Natasha’s death.

"Who is doing this?" Draven questioned, glancing around rapidly. "Show yourself!!" His teeth were gritted, hinting at his anger.

Seated within the crowd, a figure was clad in a black cloak. He was sitting with his legs crossed and his hand supporting his tilted head. He was watching the show with amusement, enjoying every bit of the dance.

He turned his head, fixating his attention on Draven, whose eyes met his at the same time. They stared intently at each other, and the unknown man suddenly smirked in a dangerous manner.

This caused Draven to vigilantly blink his eyes. He could feel his hands starting to get sweaty. The pressure he could feel from just holding eye contact with this man was something he had never felt before.

This man’s eyes were golden, as though they were in flames. They burned and moved as though they could pierce and look deep into one’s soul.

For the first time in his whole life, Draven felt deep fear crawl up his skin. He felt what one would call heavy intimidation weighed down on him. This was a presence he had never met nor known, yet it felt so familiar, as though he had always been with such a presence but just never knew.

The unknown man tipped his head and smiled widely at him. Due to the cloak he wore, only his eyes were visible, but regardless, Draven could tell that he was smiling under the light fabric mask he wore. His eyes were narrowed, making it obvious that his smile reached his eyes.

Draven gripped his chest, suddenly feeling his heart beating faster and faster. What was going on? He could not understand. Who was this man? And why was he the only one who was not being controlled by him? Was it on purpose?

So many questions crossed his mind, and for the first time, he had no answer, nor could he figure anything out.

It was driving him insane, and he felt like he was losing his mind.

Draven clutched his head and began to stagger back, feeling very sharp pain that felt as though a knife was being hammered straight through his forehead. It was something he had never felt before—a deep excruciating pain.

The figure stood up from his chair and turned around, beginning to leave the hall. Draven, who caught sight of him, quickly hurried after him.

"Wait! Who are you? Tell me—"

"You did well!" Was the last word from the unknown figure before he disappeared out of sight, as though he were nothing but an illusion.

Draven stared at nothing, his chest rising and falling in heavy breathing. He slowly blinked his eyes and only snapped back to his senses the second he began to hear the confused murmuring of the crowd.

"What are we doing here?" Ryan was the first to ask, followed by Old Master Lenort, who found himself amongst them.

Draven quickly turned around and rushed towards Avelina, who was staggering around. She was drunk, and he knew it, having seen her gulp down a good amount of alcohol.

"Avelina, come with—" Before he could grab her hand, Edward stepped in, stopping him.

"Leave her alone!" he declared.

"What?" Draven looked at him with confusion, not able to understand why he was interfering.

"Listen here, Your Highness," Edward spoke with gritted teeth. "As much as I like to respect you, I can’t stand you at all! You and I both know you do not love her, yet you won’t let her go."

"It infuriates me, and you know why?" he questioned.

This caused Draven to deeply frown. "Get out of my way!"

"It is because I love her, and I am sure you already know that. I loved her from the first moment I saw her at the auction, but unfortunately, I didn’t have enough to take her from you."

"If you care for her, then allow me to have her. I’ll take care of her and give her the love she deserves! You already had a late wife, and I’m sure you loved her, so there is no way you would find yourself falling in love with Avelina! So allow—"

Before his words could be completed, Draven gripped him by the collar of his coat, lifting him into midair. A fierce spark of competitive maleness lit up in him.

"Listen here, blondie! She. Is. My. Wife!!" he emphasized. "Stay the fuck away from her, because she will never be yours! She is my wife! She belongs to me! She is mine! So stay away and leave her alone!!"

"You want her, but you will and can never have her! Drill that into your empty skull!"

"The next time you try this sort of thing, I will make sure you stop breathing! Don’t infuriate me more than I already am. I do not give a single fuck if you are in love with her." His red orbs glared in anger.

"That’s fine!" Edward chuckled, despite finding it hard to breathe.

"You are just as selfish as they say. You cannot love her, yet you won’t give her to the one who loves her. If you desire, kill me, but I will definitely take her from you. You do not deserve her. I will not let you hurt her, even if it means risking my life! You are not worthy of her! I. Am!" He spoke to him with gritted teeth.