My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 189: Ladies Fight

Pam did not step back.

Not even a little.

Her eyes burned brighter as she faced Faith, her chest rising with each breath, her voice cutting through the air with a sharpness that refused to bend.

"He’s only yours because of your blood pact marriage."

The words landed hard.

Not loud.

But heavy.

The kind of words that did not need force to wound, because the meaning behind them was already enough.

For a single moment, everything stopped.

Even the air.

Even the faint sounds of their footsteps echoing in the hall.

It was as if the world itself paused just to hear what would come next.

And then—

It broke.

Faith’s expression changed completely, the warmth in her eyes disappearing in an instant, replaced by something fierce, something possessive, something that refused to give even an inch.

"You don’t know anything."

Her voice trembled, but not from fear.

From anger.

From something far deeper.

Pam let out a cold laugh.

"Oh, I know enough."

Her gaze flicked briefly toward Cain before returning to Faith.

"I know he didn’t choose this."

Cornelia’s eyes sharpened immediately.

"Watch your words."

Her tone remained calm, but there was a clear warning in it, something that made it obvious she was not someone who tolerated disrespect easily.

Ivira stepped forward slightly, her presence growing heavier, her voice colder.

"You’re crossing a line."

Pam didn’t hesitate.

She stepped forward too.

Closing the distance.

"I already crossed it the moment I walked in."

Her voice rose, no longer hiding anything, no longer pretending to be casual or harmless.

"You think I don’t see it?"

She pointed at them, one by one, her hand trembling slightly, not from weakness, but from the intensity of her emotions.

"You think I don’t understand what’s happening here?"

Faith took a step forward.

"And what exactly do you think is happening?"

Pam laughed again, louder this time, but there was no humor in it, only frustration, only anger that had been building for far too long.

"What’s happening?"

She repeated the words like they were absurd.

"What’s happening is that he’s trapped."

The word echoed.

Trapped.

Cornelia’s expression darkened.

Ivira’s aura pressed outward, cold and sharp.

Faith’s hands clenched at her sides.

Pam continued, her voice rising with each word, her emotions spilling out without restraint.

"He can’t leave you."

"He can’t choose."

"He can’t even feel properly because of that blood pact."

Her voice shook, but she didn’t stop.

"And you call that love?"

The question hung there, heavy, accusatory, impossible to ignore.

Faith’s breath caught for a second.

Just a second.

But it was enough.

Pam saw it.

And she pushed further.

"That’s not love."

Her voice dropped slightly, but it became sharper, more focused.

"That’s control."

Ivira snapped.

"Enough."

Her voice cut through everything, cold and dangerous, her eyes locked onto Pam with a glare that could freeze anyone in place.

"You speak as if you understand him better than we do."

Cornelia stepped forward as well, her presence steady, her tone firm.

"But you don’t."

Faith raised her head again, her expression hardening.

"...And you never will."

Pam’s lips trembled, but she forced them into a smile, even as her eyes glistened faintly.

"Is that what you think?"

Her voice rose again.

"That I don’t understand him?"

She looked at Cain.

Directly.

"You think I don’t know what he went through?"

Her voice cracked slightly, but she pushed through it.

"You think I don’t know how he thinks, how he feels, what he’s been through?"

The silence that followed was tense, stretched thin like something about to snap.

"Because I do."

Her voice dropped again, quieter now, but filled with conviction.

"I remember everything."

Cain froze.

That line—

Hit harder than the others.

Ivira’s eyes narrowed.

Cornelia’s brows furrowed.

Faith’s expression changed again.

Pam didn’t stop.

"I remember the past."

Her voice softened, but the intensity remained.

"I remember how he talked about you."

The three sisters stiffened.

"And I remember how he suffered."

That—

Made the air heavier again.

Because this time—

It wasn’t just anger.

It wasn’t just conflict.

It was something deeper.

Something personal.

Pam was shocked. Was she just their past? But that doesn’t matter. So be it.

Faith’s voice came out lower now.

"...What are you trying to say? And you can’t lie about your past, he’s with us since we were a child!"

Pam looked at her.

Straight into her eyes.

"It doesn’t matter..."

Her breath trembled slightly.

"...That you all three still don’t deserve him."

The words exploded into the space between them, shattering whatever fragile balance had remained.

Ivira’s aura surged.

Cornelia’s presence sharpened.

Faith’s expression twisted. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"You don’t get to decide that!"

Faith shouted, her voice breaking through whatever restraint she had left, her emotions spilling out completely now.

"You don’t get to come here and act like you know better!"

Pam stepped closer.

"And you don’t get to act like you own him!"

The distance between them vanished.

Their voices rose.

Louder.

Sharper.

Each word cutting deeper than the last.

"You’re bound to him!"

"So what if we are?!"

"He didn’t choose it!"

"And you think he would choose you?!"

"Yes!"

The word echoed.

Strong.

Unshaken.

Faith froze for a split second.

Pam didn’t hesitate.

"Yes!"

She repeated, louder this time, her entire body shaking with emotion.

"I know he would!"

Cornelia stepped forward, placing herself slightly in front of Faith, her gaze cold.

"You’re delusional."

Ivira added immediately.

"You’re basing everything on a past that no longer exists."

Pam shook her head.

"No."

Her voice was firm.

"People don’t change that easily."

Cain’s chest tightened.

That line—

It struck something deep.

Something he didn’t want to think about.

"You’re wrong."

Cornelia said calmly.

"People change."

Ivira nodded slightly.

"They have to."

Faith stepped forward again, her eyes locked onto Pam’s.

"And he did."

Pam laughed, but this time, it sounded strained.

"Did he?"

She pointed at him again.

"Then why can’t he even feel anything for me?"

Silence.

Heavy.

Unavoidable.

Because they all knew—

Why.

Pam’s voice softened slightly, but it only made it more painful.

"Because of you."

The accusation hung in the air.

"Because of that blood pact."

Faith’s hands trembled.

"That’s not—"

"It is!"

Pam cut her off immediately.

"It is!"

Her voice rose again, filled with frustration, with hurt, with everything she had been holding back.

"He tried!"

She pointed at Cain again.

"He tried to feel something for me!"

Cain’s breath stopped.

"But he couldn’t!"

Pam’s voice cracked.

"He couldn’t because of you!"

The words echoed.

Again.

And again.

And again.

The hallway felt smaller.

Tighter.

As if the walls themselves were closing in on them.

Their voices overlapped now, no longer controlled, no longer careful.

"You’re blaming us for something you don’t understand!"

"I understand more than you think!"

"You’re just making excuses!"

"And you’re just afraid!"

The argument spiraled, growing louder, more chaotic, each side refusing to back down, each word feeding into the next, pushing everything further and further toward something that could no longer be contained.

Cain stood in the middle of it.

Frozen.

His mind racing.

This is bad.

This is really bad.

Much worse than before.

He tried to speak.

Tried to interrupt.

But their voices drowned him out.

They weren’t listening anymore.

None of them.

They were too caught up in it.

Too deep.

Too invested.

The tension reached a breaking point.

And then—

Pam stepped forward again.

Her voice cut through everything.

Clear.

Sharp.

Determined.

"Fine."

The word silenced them.

Just for a moment.

"Let’s settle this."

Her eyes burned with resolve.

"If words aren’t enough..."

She looked at all three of them.

One by one.

"...Then we’ll prove it."

Faith’s eyes narrowed.

Cornelia remained still.

Ivira watched her carefully.

Pam took a breath.

And then said—

"How about we compete on something to know who was deserving of Cain?"