Blurb：
When Arden Mercer tries to divorce her centuries-old vampire husband **Dashiell Graves**, floating warnings declare she’ll become a **blood slave** if she leaves. After eating the divorce papers (and Dashiell’s charcoal-like steak), Arden discovers her ability to see snarky **live commentary** predicting her fate. But **Psychic Rupture** dangers and a shady perfume legacy from her **Nocturne Therapist** mother complicate things—especially when jealous ex **Reid Covington** and scheming half-sister **Briar** resurfaces.
As Dashiell’s vampire instincts clash with his secret devotion, Arden navigates paranormal politics, alchemist conspiracies, and the **Seventh-Circle Vampire Lord’s** delicate psyche. Will bonding over blood rituals and basement meltdowns save their marriage? Or will Reid’s manipulations and Briar’s twisted games trigger a **monstrous transformation**? Prepare for dark humor, jealous vamp antics, and a **blood-drinking romance** where love bites harder than fangs.
Content：
§PROLOGUEThe day I decided to divorce my vampire husband, I saw the live commentary.
A phantom text, shimmering in the air just beside his head: 【Don't do it, sweetie. You'll be sold as a blood slave the second you walk out that door.】
I blinked.
The vision vanished.
Dashiell Graves sat across from me, silent and imposing as ever, his face a mask of cold indifference.
The divorce papers lay between us on the polished mahogany table.
His signature, a sharp, elegant script, was already dry.
【Arden, you idiot! He's a Seventh-Circle Vampire Lord! Don't trade a titan for that scumbag Reid!】
Another flash of text.
My heart hammered against my ribs.
I was hallucinating.
Stress.
That had to be it.
The next second, I picked up the signed document, and, in front of my husband's stunned, disbelieving eyes, I stuffed it into my mouth.
I chewed.
Then I swallowed.
A strained, awkward smile stretched my lips.
"I think," I managed to say around a mouthful of pulpy paper, "I was just really hungry."
§01
Dashiell stared at me, his silver-gray eyes, usually as placid as a frozen lake, now flickering with a confusion so profound it was almost comical.
He had just signed the papers.
I had just eaten them.
Anyone would think I was insane.
I avoided his gaze, my voice barely a whisper.
"If I said I lost a bet with a friend, and the dare was to ask for a divorce and then eat the papers in front of you... would you believe me?"
A new vision popped into existence.
【I'm dying laughing. She might as well have said she was sleepwalking.】
【Honey, you can't just play him for a fool because he's in love with you.】
【If he actually buys this, I'll wash my hair standing on my head!】
My head sank lower, my face burning.
I was about to attempt another, equally flimsy excuse when Dashiell gave a slow, deliberate nod.
A hint of guilt even touched his voice.
"I apologize. It's my fault you weren't properly fed."
He rose from his chair.
"What would you like to eat?"
Me: "Huh???"
The visions: 【What???】
【He's just going to spoil her rotten, isn't he?】
【I vote she eats that sharp jawline of his!】
【Seconded! Drink his spit!】
A surge of heat rushed to my brain, and the words tumbled out before I could stop them.
"I'll eat... whatever you cook?"
Damn it.
Those perverted visions almost got me.
§02
Without another word, Dashiell rolled up the sleeves of his dark cashmere sweater and walked into the kitchen.
A faded Williams-Sonoma apron, tied around his lean waist, gave him an unexpectedly domestic air.
I watched, mesmerized, as he moved with an unnerving grace through the stainless-steel landscape of our kitchen.
The summer air was thick and hot.
He undid the top button of his shirt.
A bead of sweat trickled from his temple, tracing a path down the sharp line of his throat and disappearing beneath his collar.
I had never considered that this man could be so devastatingly attractive while simply existing near a stovetop.
A small sound, a gulp, escaped my throat.
Dashiell's head snapped in my direction, his ears twitching slightly.
Our eyes met.
My toes curled in my shoes, a cringe so powerful I felt like I could excavate a basement with them.
The sudden ring of my phone broke the tension.
It was Reid Covington, my childhood friend.
"Arden, what happened? I was waiting for you. We agreed I'd pick you up after you divorced him. Why did you back out?"
His voice was laced with an impatient concern that now sounded grating.
"Are you really going to spend the rest of your life with that... cold-blooded thing?"
A loud clang echoed from the kitchen.
My heart leaped.
I quickly lowered the phone's volume.
【Why are you hiding it? Vampire hearing is off the charts. He can hear you even if you whisper.】
【Girl, if you listen to Reid, you're one step away from becoming a human jerky.】
I squeezed the phone, then raised my voice, making sure it was loud and clear enough for a certain someone to hear.
"Don't you dare spread rumors. My husband and I are doing just fine, thank you very much."
"Next time, try to get your brain straight before you talk to me. I'm getting tired of your barking."
§03
After hanging up, I blocked his number and deleted his contact without a second thought.
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