Copy of My Friend and I Married Into the Castellar Family

My friend and I married into the Castellar family together.

I married the older brother, who worked in high finance.

My best friend married the younger, a senior fire officer.

They didn’t tell us the truth until we were both pregnant.

They were vampires.

We were furious.

But in the end, we forgave them because we still loved them.

Until that night.

We were staying at a vacation cabin when the fire started after midnight.

The front door sealed itself shut, locked by a spell, trapping me inside.

My best friend had gone out for a walk and escaped the fire by sheer luck.

A car passed by on the forest road.

She ran into the headlights, begging the driver to ram the door and save me.

The man said coldly, “Pay first.”

Inside the cabin, blood ran down my legs and soaked the floor.

I tried to transfer the money, but my account was frozen.

I called my husband.

He hung up three times before the call finally went through.

But the voice that answered wasn’t his.

It was a woman’s.

Vicky sounded calm, almost amused.

She said he was busy.

Then she added lightly that he’d been helping her set up a subcard and had accidentally disabled mine.

My best friend called her husband next.

She was crying. She told him there was a fire and I was trapped.

He snapped back at her.

“Stop lying. I hate people who make false emergency calls. I’m with Vicky checking fire hazards in her new place. Don’t bother me.”

She didn’t hesitate again.

She shoved the driver out, and drove straight into the cabin.

The door shattered.

She dragged me out with her bare hands.

We lost our babies on the way to the hospital.

When I woke up,we looked at each other for a long time.

“I’m getting divorced,” she said.

“So am I.”

When I woke up in the hospital, my belly was already flat.

There was no connection left between me and my baby. I couldn’t feel anything anymore.

With the nurse’s help, I sent Lucien a message right away.

I want a divorce.

Not long after the message was delivered, my phone rang.

It was him.

“How many times do I have to tell you? Vicky and I have just known each other for a long time. We’re close. She’s my friend. Am I not allowed to help a friend?”

“Stop making things up. A miscarriage? Our children are strong. Vampire babies aren’t like human ones.”

“She already explained the subcard issue to me. It was my mistake. If you’re jealous, just say it. Don’t use divorce and the baby to threaten me.”

A man whose entire career revolved around money accidentally frozed my card.

And he expected me to believe it.

Before I could respond, he hung up on me.

Back then, when I became pregnant and my body weakened so badly that I couldn’t work, he was the one who said he would take