Vampire Queen : Fated Love

☞ William House RTC ( August 4th , 2025 )

Eithan lounged in his chair, the stack of documents sprawled out in front of him feeling like a weight he couldn't shake off.

" What a pain "

The dim lighting in his dad's study made everything feel even heavier, with the only sound being the soft hum of the AC and the scratch of his pen. He flipped through another page, letting out a soft groan.

His eyes drifted to the calendar on the wall—August 4. Just a few days ago, they'd celebrated his sister's fancy ring ceremony on August 1, and a small smile crept onto his face.

"At least someone in this family is living it up,"

he muttered, leaning back and stretching his arms overhead.

Eithan wasn't one to embrace responsibilities. Laid-back by nature, work felt like a disease—something to dodge at all costs.

But his dad, Max William, made sure there was no escape. He'd handed Eithan a mountain of boring paperwork, financial reports, and some emails to "review."

"Seriously, why me? Is me being older that's all matters ??"

Eithan groaned, tapping his pen against the desk. He leaned forward, rubbing his temple.

"I didn't want this type of life."

His mind wandered as he stared blankly at the documents. He couldn't help but think about the fun he'd had just yesterday.

Ruhr, his lively cousin, had swung by with a pack of beers and a surprise cake she'd picked up.

He chuckled to himself, recalling the scene.

"Man, that was fire. Cake, beer, and zero responsibilities for a few hours. The perfect combo."

Eithan shook his head, a faint smile on his lips.

"Ruhr's always full of surprises. I wonder if she'll drop by again today."

For a moment, he imagined her bursting through the door with another crazy plan to make him ditch his work. He could almost hear her laughter and the teasing about his laziness.

But the room stayed silent.—??

"—Figures,"

Eithan muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Wishful thinking, huh? No one's coming to rescue me from this torture."

He picked up his pen again, twirling it between his fingers. The boredom was unbearable, and the walls of the study felt like they were closing in on him.

"Dad could at least hire someone for this," he grumbled, glancing at the tall stack of untouched papers.

"But no, it's gotta be me because I'm 'part of the family business.' What a joke."

Eithan leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk. His gaze drifted back to the calendar, and he sighed.

"August 4,—" he murmured.

"Just three days ago, we were all laughing and partying. Now? Back to this. Life really knows how to hit you with reality."

He let his thoughts wander again, wondering if his sister was genuinely happy. The ring ceremony had been over-the-top, the kind of event their family thrived on. But beneath all the glitz, Eithan always worried about how real it all was.

Shaking off the thought, he closed his eyes and let his mind drift back to yesterday's little escape. The beer had been cold, the cake sweet, and the laughter genuine.

"Ruhr, if you walk in right now, I'll owe you big time,"

he said aloud, a spark of hope in his voice. But the room remained as quiet as ever, leaving Eithan alone with his thoughts and the endless pile of work.

" No , F—K my life "

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Max William stepped into the study without knocking, his heavy footsteps echoing in the otherwise quiet room.

Eithan barely noticed, absorbed in his usual laziness as he flipped through the documents strewn across his desk. A pen twirled carelessly between his fingers, his gaze half-focused on the clock ticking in the corner. Work was the last thing on his mind.

Max stood by the door, arms crossed, watching his son for a moment before speaking in a tone that made Eithan's heart skip a beat, even if he tried to hide it.

"Eithan," —

his father's voice was firm but not harsh, like it always was when he had something important to say.

"I've told you before—these documents aren't going to fill themselves out. You're just wasting time."

Eithan looked up briefly, shrugging nonchalantly.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to it, Dad. Just busy with other things."

Max didn't budge. He walked further into the room, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the messy desk.

"It's always 'later,' isn't it? You think this is hard work?"

Eithan rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. He knew exactly where this was going. His father's lectures about responsibility and hard work were nothing new.

Max William was a man who valued results, and he didn't care how much you complained along the way.

Max leaned over the desk, placing his palms flat on the surface.

"Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position? How many would love to have a father who's the 7th richest man in the world?"

His voice rose slightly, but it was controlled.

"But you? You're sitting here, wasting your potential. It's pathetic."

Eithan could feel the pressure mounting, but it wasn't the first time his father had lectured him about this, and honestly, he didn't really care.

He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head.

"I get it, Dad. Hard work, future, legacy. But you know what? I don't want to be you."

Max's face tightened, and for a second, Eithan could see the raw anger flicker in his eyes.

"You don't want to be me? You don't want to be the man who's going to bring this family to the top? I'm going to be number one, and if you want any part of that, you better start pulling your weight. You and your brothers. "

"You think Josh is going to sit around forever? Do you think Adi will just wait for someone to hand him success? No, Eithan. You three will work. That's not negotiable."

Eithan let out a long, exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes again.

"Yeah, yeah. Work hard, make you proud. Heard it all before."

Max's expression hardened.

"You think I'm doing all this for me? It's for all of us. "

"And I'm telling you right now—if you think you're going to ride on the coattails of your brothers, you're wrong. You want to be the useless guy forever, you want to keep living in your little bubble, then I don't need you in this family business , no I don't need you in my family."

Max's words hit a nerve. Eithan knew his father wasn't joking.

He didn't care about how 'fun' life was or how comfortable Eithan's life had been up until now. If Eithan wanted to stay in the family, he had to pull his weight.

Max grabbed a folder from the desk and tossed it in front of Eithan.

"Here. Red Blood Temple. Study it. Understand what it means for our business. Because if you want to keep sitting in this chair, looking out that window, or counting clock time , wasting your life away, that's fine. But when the business moves on without you, "

"don't come crying to me ' When you need money "

Eithan stared at the folder for a moment. His mind wandered, but he was too stubborn to admit that Max's words were starting to get to him.

"Sure, Dad. I'll look at it. Maybe later, okay?"

Max shot him one last cold look, then turned to leave.

"Later won't cut it, Eithan. Get to work."

" But dad what about old Mansion? "

" That's!! Me , Your uncle Robert & Lisa will handle it "

"Ok—!!hh" Eithan was about say something but ....

The door slammed behind him, and Eithan just sat there, staring at the folder on his desk.

He wanted to rip it up, to forget about everything Max had just said. But as much as he didn't want to admit it, he knew that his father wasn't going to stop.

It wasn't about the work for Eithan. It was about freedom. It was about living life the way he wanted. But he couldn't deny the pressure that came from being part of the William legacy.

He had to decide:

was he going to continue being the carefree guy who resented his father's rules,

or was he going to step up and face the reality of what Max expected from him?

Eithan picked up the folder, looking at it with a mix of disdain and curiosity. Maybe it wasn't so easy to escape his father's grasp after all.

But today? Today he wasn't going to think about it. He was going to kick back and enjoy life—after all, what's the point of working so hard if you don't even get to enjoy the good things, right?

He opened the folder with a dramatic flourish, pretending to read it, but his mind was already somewhere else—thinking of the next chance to sneak out of the house, to let loose and forget about the weight of the family name.

( Eithan just Ignore all the vampire tale that's was written in that document )