My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 56: Sevette Vixen

Suddenly, Sevette slowed her steps just enough to fall half a pace behind Cornelia, her expression polite, composed, almost deferential. Her voice cut through the corridor, clear and smooth.

"Sister Cornelia, may I talk to your husband?"

The words landed softly, but the effect was fast.

Cornelia stopped.

Not abruptly, not dramatically. She simply halted, heels aligned, posture straight, and turned her head slightly to the side. Her gaze moved to Sevette without warmth, without curiosity, stripped down to pure assessment.

"What for?" Cornelia asked.

Her tone was flat and heavy. Even though it consisted of just two words, it was enough to cause a stir in their already tense atmosphere.

However, Sevette only smiled, completely unfazed to her aura. "To discuss what happened earlier. After all, he beat up Vance. A Viscount Vampire of noble blood. It’s not a small matter."

Cornelia’s eyes narrowed by a fraction of a second before answering.

"He insulted my family," she said.

"That may be so," Sevette replied calmly, "but violence inside restricted halls still requires explanation."

Cornelia’s jaw tightened from Sevette’s words.

"My husband defended our name."

But Sevette only tilted her head. "Even so, there are procedures."

Suddenly, Cornelia turned fully to her, facing her, fearlessly. "He followed family law... There’s nothing to discuss."

Sevette blinked once, then laughed lightly. "You know family law can be interpreted in many ways and he’s too excessive," she continued. "What if you were also implicated in his actions earlier?"

Cornelia stepped closer, her presence suddenly sharp, "I don’t care, " She said, becoming more oppressive. "Not in my house."

Sevette held her ground. "Vance is still a Viscount. You can’t just say that, Sister Cornelia..

"

"He is still breathing," Cornelia replied. "That alone enough is mercy."

Hearing this, the air suddenly thickened.

Vance, a few steps behind, clutched his swollen cheek, eyes burning. His pride was shattered, his dignity trampled. He opened his mouth to speak, but Sevette leaned toward him and whispered, so softly that only he could hear.

"Don’t worry," she murmured. "I’ll punish him." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Vance froze.

He searched her face, saw the confidence there, the certainty. Slowly, his anger twisted into anticipation. He nodded, swallowing the pain, trusting her.

Cain, meanwhile, had been silent, his eyes lowered, his posture subdued. But inside, his thoughts churned.

So that’s how it is, he thought. She’s not angry for justice. She’s interested.

He could see it now, the way Sevette looked at him, the way her eyes lingered just a little too long. Beating up Vance must have triggered something. Strength. Authority. Women were like that. Drawn to power whether they admitted it or not.

He felt no desire for her. None at all.

She’s nothing but good-looking breeding material, he thought coldly.

And yet.

What if I seduce her?

The idea surfaced suddenly, uninvited, but once it appeared, it refused to leave. He studied her from the corner of his eye, taking in her calm smile, her composed elegance, the sharp intelligence hiding behind her gaze.

She looks like a scheming woman, he judged.

The dangerous kind. The kind who might do something surprising if pushed the right way.

Use her.

The thought made his chest tighten, not with guilt, but with calculation.

Suddenly, Cain lifted his head.

"Wife," he said.

Cornelia turned to him immediately.

"I think I should talk to her."

Cornelia’s brows drew together. "What for?"

Cain took a slow breath, schooling his expression into something meek, restrained. "What I did earlier was excessive. No matter the reason, I acted without restraint. It may bring unnecessary trouble to the family. I don’t want... "

Cornelia stared at him. "I don’t care. I’ll handle all of it."

Cain continued, his voice steady, almost apologetic. "Vance is nobility. If word spreads, others may take it as provocation. I don’t want my actions to cause you trouble, or our sisters trouble. I should explain myself."

Inside, he was thinking much faster.

This is perfect. Let her think I’m humble. Let her think I’m cornered.

Cornelia remained silent for a long moment. Her eyes searched his face, reading more than his words, hearing the thoughts he desperately tried to bury.

You’re lying, she thought. Not about the trouble. About everything else.

She glanced past him, locking eyes with Sevette.

A warning.

Sevette only smiled.

Cornelia exhaled slowly. "Fine," she said at last. "But keep it short."

Cain bowed his head slightly. "Thank you."

Cornelia stepped forward again, resuming her walk, but her pace was heavier now, each step striking the stone floor with quiet force.

Cain fell back, walking beside Sevette.

The distance between them felt charged.

Sevette was the first to speak.

"Do you know what wrong you’ve done?" she asked, her tone gentle, almost coaxing.

Cain lowered his gaze, shoulders tense. "Yes," he said quietly. "I lost control."

He paused, then added, as if struggling to speak. "But I couldn’t help it. I felt it was unfair. He insulted my family openly. According to family law, I was allowed to retaliate. I only followed the rules I was taught."

His voice trembled just enough.

"I know my status is low," Cain continued, "and that my actions may seem presumptuous. But I couldn’t pretend I didn’t hear those words. If I did, I would be betraying my wives."

Sevette listened closely, her expression softening.

Cain went on, carefully weaving truth with weakness. "I don’t have power like you nobles do. I don’t have influence. All I have is the family I married into. If even that is trampled on, then I truly have nothing."

When he finished, he looked genuinely afraid.

Sevette stopped walking.

She turned toward him, studying his face, his lowered eyes, the way his hands clenched slightly at his sides.

"You’re quite sensible," she said at last.

Cain looked up, startled.

"I like that," she added, her smile turning playful.

Cain paused.

The words lingered between them.

Then Sevette leaned closer, her voice dropping, intimate. "You can’t help it," she said softly. "You must be frustrated."

Cain’s heart skipped.

"After all," she continued, "you’ve been married for what, two or three years? And yet you haven’t consummated with any of your wives."

Her tone shifted, almost sympathetic. "That kind of life would drive any man to despair. Surrounded by beauty, yet unable to touch. Bound by duty, yet starved of affection."

Cain swallowed.

She’s pushing, he thought.

"It must be lonely," Sevette said. "Watching them walk ahead, confident, radiant, while you trail behind, always careful, always restrained. I can see it in you. You’re patient. Too patient."

Cain’s voice came out small. "Don’t say that, madam. I know my place. I am lowly. They are busy. I don’t want to trouble them with my needs."

Ahead of them, Cornelia’s step struck the ground harder than before.

The sound echoed.

Sevette noticed it and smiled faintly.

She suddenly slipped her arm around Cain’s, pressing against him deliberately. Her grip was light but unmistakable.

"How about instead of them," she whispered, leaning close, "you accompany me?"

Cain froze.

"I promise," Sevette said softly, "I won’t neglect you."

The corridor went silent.

Cornelia, who had been walking ahead, stopped.

Slowly, she turned around.

Her eyes locked onto them.

"What did you say?"