The Vampire Lord’s Final Salvation

At the engagement banquet, the Dark Lord Darius lifted my veil, his eyes filled with disgust. “The woman I wanted to marry is dead. Yet you are still alive.” He blindfolded me, forbidding me to speak, forbidding me to raise my head. That night, I cried away all the tears of my past life. Reborn, I returned to the day he mistook someone else for the one who had saved him. My sister Elise was pretending to be me, accepting his marriage contract in my place. This time, I knelt before the Duchess first. “Please, Madam, arrange my marriage as soon as possible too.” Later, I married the northern Frost Lord, a man infamous for his cold-blooded cruelty. On the day of my wedding, Darius fought his way to my bridal carriage.