Chapter 2
Damien rarely let his emotions show. His usual calm and restraint often made me tease him, saying he was like a stiff,
soulless machine.
Even when I was nearly drained to death by low-born vampires last time, all he did was frown slightly and order the
physician to treat me.
Turns out, Damien did have feelings-just not for me.
When I looked up again and met his icy gaze, I froze.
Behind me, the manor’s servants grabbed my arms and held me down.
Inside the surgical room, syringe after syringe of oxytocin was injected into my skin.
Cold sweat broke out across my body from the searing pain.
Beyond the glass window, Lilith Vexley clung to Damien’s arm with excitement.
“Damien~ you’re so good to me. Soon, our baby will be free from the fate of becoming a monster. It’ll be a healthy little
angel!”
Damien glanced at me, and for a split second, his hardened expression flickered with a hint of guilt.
But the moment he turned to Lilith’s glowing face, his brows relaxed completely.
The doctor stepped out from the operating room and hesitantly asked: “Sir, must we proceed with the C-section now?
Miss Vexley’s due date is still two months away. If we wait, there’s still time for Madam to give birth after that.”
Damien casually lifted his gaze, playing with a strand of Lilith’s hair.
“But Lilith said she wanted to see how long a five-month vampire baby could survive after birth.”
“Besides, delivering Carmilla’s baby early means she’ll suffer for fewer months. Once her body recovers, we can have
another healthy child.”
The doctor wanted to say more, but one glance at Damien’s impatient eyes silenced him.
As the doors of the surgical room closed, my belly was cut open.
A nurse nearby gave me a scornful look, turning to whisper with the others: “Oh look, isn’t this the woman who’s always
coming in for abortions? Looks like she’s finally delivering this one, though it’ll still be a disaster.”
“That thing’s just a scapegoat for Miss Vexley’s baby. The master said no anesthesia-just take it out.”
The harsh laughter echoed in my ears, leaving me dazed.
Half a year ago, on our anniversary night, Damien-usually cold and restrained-had suddenly lost control.
He had pulled me into his arms with desperate hunger.
He gripped my waist, kissed my lips, buried his face in my neck.
He said he loved me.
He said he wanted a child with me.
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That night, the wine had made his eyes look dreamlike and tender, and in that moment of weakness, I agreed.
When I had my first miscarriage, Damien had frantically summoned every doctor available.
During the surgery, he knelt by my bedside, red-eyed, whispering comfort: “Carmilla, don’t be afraid. It’s okay that we lost this one. We’ll have more children in the future.”
It was the first time I saw prideful Damien cry-for me.
I had wiped my tears and nodded with joy.
And just like he said, we had our second, third… all the way to the eighth.
But today, after seeing Lilith in his study, and hearing the nurses mocking me beside the operating table-
Only now did I understand.
Damien never wanted my child to begin with.
