Vampire Queen : Fated Love

Later that day, 10 kilometers from William's house RTC, where Sarah and her father, Leo, invited. They had returned home just yesterday.

Sarah inspected most of the rooms, skipping some areas like the personal bedrooms or the locker room where money and important documents were kept. Otherwise it will make her even for suspicious for other's.For her, it was a small yet satisfying victory.

Leo paced around, tension visible on his face.

"My Queen , what's your plan now?"

She smirked.

"I'll manipulate Josh into marrying me."

Leo frowned, hesitant.

"Are you sure that's the only way?"

"It's the best way," Sarah replied coldly. "Once I'm his wife, I'll have free access to William's house."

Leo sighed deeply, still uneasy about the scheme.

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A few minutes later, Sarah's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen.

"Natasha," she muttered, answering the call.

Natasha's voice came through, sharp and laced with amusement.

"It's done," she said, her tone dripping with confidence.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Already? That was fast."

"What can I say? Queen" Natasha chuckled, the sound cold and calculated. "The business partner of Max William won't be bothering anyone anymore."

Sarah leaned back in her chair, a smirk forming on her lips.

"And now?"

"Now," Natasha continued, her voice oozing with satisfaction, "I'll take her form. Perfectly, of course."

There was a pause, then a soft laugh—

"They won't suspect a thing when I walk into that house for business negotiations."

Sarah shook her head, impressed.

"You're relentless."

"Ugh," Natasha groaned mockingly, "as if I have time for flattery. Focus on your part, Sarah. I'll handle mine."

The line went dead, leaving Sarah staring at the phone, her smirk widening.

"Natasha," she muttered to herself, "you really are something else."

Meanwhile, Natasha stood before a full-length mirror, watching as her body shifted and morphed. The transformation was seamless, her expression a mix of pride and cruelty.

"Crack," she whispered, flexing her fingers as the disguise locked into place. She tilted her head and grinned at her reflection.

"Time to make an entrance. Natasha .. Sorry I mean ▒Lisa▒..... ha ha ha ha ja " laughing....

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The next morning, sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains of Josh's room, casting a warm glow on the disheveled sheets. His head throbbed slightly, and he groaned as he sat up, running a hand through his messy hair.

"Ugh, what the hell happened last night?"

he muttered, blinking groggily at the clock on his bedside table.

The memories of the party, the laughter, the music, and even his sister's ring ceremony were hazy, like a distant fog he couldn't quite clear. Yet, one thing stood out vividly in his mind—her face.

"Sarah,"— he whispered, his lips curling into a grin.

Josh swung his legs over the side of the bed and trudged toward the mirror on the opposite wall. His reflection greeted him, hair sticking out at odd angles and faint dark circles under his eyes. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"You absolute idiot,"— he said, pointing at his reflection.

"Falling for a girl after just one night? What are you, a hopeless romantic?"

He leaned closer to the mirror, his grin widening as he mimicked a suave expression.

"Good morning, Mr. Sexy boy. You've got the charm, you've got the looks, and now you've got a face stuck in your head that won't go away. Bravo, Josh. Bravo."

He straightened up and placed a hand on his chest, adopting an exaggerated pose.

"Sarah, my love," —he said dramatically, his voice dripping with fake passion.

"Why do you hunt me so? Is it your smile? Your eyes? Or is it the way you walked into my life and left me utterly bewitched?"

Josh burst into laughter, doubling over as he clutched his stomach.

"God, I sound like some cheesy pervert!"— he exclaimed, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye.

He turned back to the mirror, his tone shifting to mock-seriousness.

"But let's be real here, buddy," —he said, addressing his reflection again.

"You've got no chance. She's way out of your league. And even if she wasn't, what are you going to do? Walk up to her and say, 'Hey, remember me? The guy who probably made a fool of himself at the party?'"

He groaned, ruffling his hair in frustration.

"Argh, why can't I remember what happened? Damn that party. Damn the drinks. And damn you, Josh, for being such a lightweight."

He paced around the room, muttering to himself. The memory of Sarah's face was crystal clear—her sharp features, the way her eyes seemed to pierce right through him, and that smirk that sent his heart racing.

"Snap out of it, man!" —he said, slapping his cheeks.

"You don't even know her! For all you know, she's already got a boyfriend. Or worse—a fiancé!"

Josh shuddered at the thought and dramatically collapsed onto his bed.

"No, no, no. That would be too cruel. Fate wouldn't do that to me, would it?"

He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts spinning in circles. Every time he tried to think about something else, her face would pop back into his mind.

"This is ridiculous," he muttered. "I need coffee. Lots of coffee."

Dragging himself out of bed, he shuffled toward the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hit him as he entered, and he sighed in relief.

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☞ kitchen scene

"Josh, you're up early," his sister's voice rang out from the dining table. She was scrolling through her phone, a cup of coffee in hand.

"Early?" Josh raised an eyebrow. "It's almost noon."

She shrugged.

"Early for you."

Josh grabbed a mug and poured himself some coffee, leaning against the counter as he sipped.

"So, uh… about last night…"

"What about it?" she asked without looking up from her phone.

Josh hesitated.

"Did… did anything, you know, happen? Anything unusual?"

She finally looked up, narrowing her eyes at him.

"You don't remember, do you?"

He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

"Not… everything, no."

She smirked, shaking her head.

"You're hopeless."

"Come on, help me out here," Josh pleaded. "I just need a quick recap. Who was that girl I was talking to?"

His sister raised an eyebrow.

"Girl? You mean Sarah? Leo uncle daughter!!"

Josh's eyes widened.

"Sarah! Yes, that's her! What did I say to her? Was I charming? Witty? Or did I make a complete fool of myself?"

She rolled her eyes.

"You were… let's just say you were being yourself."

Josh groaned, burying his face in his hands.

"That bad, huh?"

His sister chuckled.

"Relax. She didn't seem to mind. In fact, I think she found you amusing."

Josh peeked at her from between his fingers.

"Amusing as in 'cute' or amusing as in 'pathetic'?"

"Does it matter?" she teased. "Either way, she didn't slap you, so that's a win."

Josh sighed, finishing his coffee in one long gulp.

"I need to fix this. I need to talk to her again, but this time, I won't be an idiot."

His sister smirked.

"Good luck with that."

Josh nodded, determination flashing in his eyes.

"You'll see. I'll make her fall for me. Just you wait."

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☞ Back to Josh room

He marched back to his room, his confidence building with every step. Standing in front of the mirror again, he adjusted his hair and straightened his posture.

"Listen up, Josh," he said, pointing at his reflection.

"This is your moment. You're not just some random guy. You're Josh—charismatic, charming, and utterly irresistible. Sarah won't know what hit her."

He struck a pose, mimicking the suave look he'd seen in countless rom-coms.

"Sarah," he said in a low, dramatic voice,

"prepare yourself. Because the next time we meet, I'm going to sweep you off your feet."

The moment of confidence was short-lived, however, as he tripped over a shoe on the floor and stumbled into his bed.

"Ugh, smooth," he muttered, rubbing his arm.

Despite the mishap, Josh couldn't help but laugh at himself. He was a mess, but he was determined to see this through.

"Watch out, Sarah," he said, grinning at his reflection.

"You're about to meet the new and improved Josh."

And with that, he began his next move, his mind racing with ideas on how to win her over.

( Later Josh was given punishment by his father what he did last night)

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✦ . . ✦

✦ . During this time Natasha killed lisa. ✦

A Dark blue Presence raying towards Lisa like Strom.

Lisa turned in her chair, her eyes scanning the dimly lit room. Her instincts told her she wasn't alone. The air grew colder, and a faint scent of decay wafted through the space.

From the shadows emerged a figure—tall, elegant, and exuding an unnatural presence. Her dark hair framed a face that was both beautiful and unnervingly void of emotion. Natasha.

"Who—" Lisa began, but Natasha's movement was swift.

Lisa tried to scream, but Natasha's hand clamped over her mouth. "Shh," Natasha whispered, her voice dripping with malice. "You won't need words where you're going."

Lisa struggled, but Natasha was impossibly strong. Her cold, pale fingers tightened around Lisa's throat. Moments later, the room fell silent.

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The Transformation

Natasha stood over Lisa's lifeless body, her expression unreadable. "A pity," she murmured, crouching beside the corpse. Her hand hovered over Lisa's face, and a faint glow enveloped her fingers.

In seconds, Natasha's form began to shift. Her features morphed, her voice softened, and her entire presence changed. When she stood again, she was Lisa—indistinguishable from the woman who had taken the call moments earlier.

She picked up the phone, redialing Max's number.

"Lisa?" Max's voice came through. "You there?"

"Of course," Natasha said, her tone now perfectly mimicking Lisa's. "I'll see you at the mansion."

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The shrill ringtone echoed through the quiet of Lisa's study. She reached for her phone, her perfectly manicured fingers swiping the screen. "Hello, Max," she said, her voice smooth, professional.

Max's tone on the other end was impatient, as always. "Lisa, the deal's set. Meeting's in the old mansion tomorrow night. You know, that so-called 'Red Blood Temple.'" He chuckled dismissively. "Ridiculous rumors, but the place was a bargain. We'll finalize everything there."

Lisa frowned, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Max, are you sure about the location? It doesn't exactly scream 'business deal.'"

"Vampire don't pay the bills," Max replied curtly. "Just be there on time. We can't afford to mess this up. Again"

She sighed but relented. "Fine. I'll handle the paperwork tonight."

Before she could end the call, there was a faint creak behind her. Lisa froze, her breath catching. "Hello? Is someone there?"

The line went dead.

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Natasha stood over Lisa's lifeless body, her expression unreadable. —"A pity,"

she murmured, crouching beside the corpse. Her hand hovered over Lisa's face, and a faint glow enveloped her fingers.

In seconds, Natasha's form began to shift. Her features morphed, her voice softened, and her entire presence changed. When she stood again, she was Lisa—indistinguishable from the woman who had taken the call moments earlier.

She picked up the phone, redialing Max's number.

"Lisa?" Max's voice came through. "You there?"

"Of course," ( Lisa ) Natasha said, her tone now perfectly mimicking Lisa's. "I'll see you at the mansion."

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The following evening, "Lisa" arrived at the old mansion. The sprawling estate loomed against the night sky, its broken spires and ivy-covered walls exuding an air of foreboding.

Max greeted her at the door. "Glad you made it," he said, oblivious to the sinister glint in her eyes.

"Wouldn't miss it," Natasha replied smoothly, stepping inside.

New deal between Lisa ( Natasha) & Max William.