Life and Love with a Billionaire Vampire

Chapter 1

​This is a bad idea.

​For the umpteenth time, that sentence echoed in my head. A hint of regret slipped into my heart for refusing Oliver's offer to drive me home.

​Well, actually, it was mostly my pride that prevented me from accepting. We had just ended our relationship two weeks ago. After two years together, a woman finally showed up at my apartment a few weeks back and slapped me across the face before screaming at me to stay away from Oliver.

​She claimed to be Oliver's girlfriend and said they had been dating for over a year.

​Damn Oliver. He wasn't even that handsome. But the bastard had been cheating on me for over a year.

​I turned back for the third time while my feet kept moving. My instinct told me something was following me—or someone.

​This was all because Mr. Newman had forced several staff members to work overtime for the past three days. And today was the worst of it; we were only able to leave at eleven-thirty at night. Me, Oliver, and a few other staff members.

​Unfortunately, no buses were operating this late, and waiting for a taxi would take even longer. So, stupidly, I decided to walk.

​"This is a really bad idea, Ella," I muttered to myself. I should have been patient and just waited for a taxi.

​I had passed this way a few times before because it was the fastest walking route to my apartment. The street was lined with shops selling food and goods from Mexico, which I remembered always being crowded during the day. Sadly, the daytime atmosphere was a stark contrast to tonight.

​Every shop had ceased operations and was closed tight. I could only see light from a few storefront windows and street lamps. The rest was pitch black.

​The sound of my heels—which weren't very high—sounded faint as they tapped against the pavement. For some reason, the fine hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I entered this cursed street.

​I forced my eyes to look straight ahead; only a hundred meters left until I emerged from this terrifying road. I promised myself I would never pass through here again at night.

​Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the silence around me, causing my steps to halt in place. The sound was agonizing, as if the owner of the voice was in true pain.

​It was a sharp contrast to the silence I had heard before.

​Every hair on my body stood on end as the instinct in my head screamed for me to run. But a part of my conscience told me to turn back and help.

​This is one of humanity's weaknesses: trusting conscience over the brain. If this were a horror movie, I'd definitely be the first to die a gruesome death.

​My heart pounded hard in my chest as I turned back. No matter how loud the instinct screamed in my head, I stepped toward the