My Three Beautiful Vampire Wives can hear my Inner Thoughts-Chapter 60: Ready

Sevette stared at Cornelia as if she had misheard her.

For a brief moment, the confident smile she always wore slipped, replaced by something closer to disbelief.

"You really want to fight me?" Sevette asked, her voice slower now, more deliberate, as if testing whether Cornelia would take the chance to step back.

Cornelia did not retreat. She stood with her shoulders straight, her hand still close to Cain’s sleeve, not gripping it, but close enough that anyone could tell where her heart was anchored.

Sevette let out a soft laugh, then shook her head. "Do you even understand what you’re saying?"

She took a step forward, her boots echoing faintly against the stone floor, her presence growing heavier with each breath. "I’ve crossed territories, Sister Cornelia. I’ve fought young talents from every vampire domain worth mentioning."

Her eyes gleamed as she spoke, not with cruelty, but with pride earned the hard way. "I’m not the strongest. I won’t pretend I am. But I’m not weak either."

She lifted her chin. "But unlike you sister Cornelia, every one of them was at the same level as me. Peak twelfth stage of the Blood Infusion Realm."

The pressure around her thickened, like invisible hands pressing down on everyone present.

Some of the guards shifted uneasily.

Vance straightened despite his swollen face, his pride flaring again as he watched his fiancée speak.

"So tell me," Sevette continued, her voice steady, almost calm, "you really want to fight back?"

Cain watched from the side, his expression unreadable to others, but inside, his thoughts were anything but calm.

Fight her?

He almost wanted to laugh.

Overgod Blood was not just some rare bloodline whispered about in dusty records. It was the foundation of vampire myths, the source of legends that terrified even ancient clans. Cornelia had been bound to him through a blood pact, nourished by his very existence.

Even without realizing it, her body had changed.

Her flesh was stronger. Her blood denser. Her recovery faster. She would not die easily. She would not break easily. If she truly pushed herself, she could endure things that would kill other vampires outright.

In his past life, he had seen wives like her walk under sunlight for brief moments, their skin burning yet healing faster than the damage could claim them.

Sevette thought she was challenging a tenth-stage vampire.

In truth, she was standing before something that did not fit neatly into any realm chart right now. And even if she met a Mana Emperor, she might last for three straight.

On the other hand, Cornelia felt it.

The shock ran through her like a cold ripple.

His thoughts reached her before she could stop them, heavy with certainty, with an almost casual cruelty toward the truth.

She’s being nourished by my blood. Even if you reach Blood Condensation, you little Vixen won’t be able to hurt you.

Her heart skipped.

She forced her face to remain calm, even as her pulse quickened. She had known Cain was special. She had known his claims were not empty.

But hearing it like this, feeling the weight behind his words, made her breath catch.

She lifted her chin instead.

"Well," Cornelia said firmly, her voice sharp enough to cut through the tension, "I don’t care."

She turned fully toward Sevette, her eyes burning with something raw and honest. "You want to take my man. If that’s the case, then I’ll beat you up."

The words were simple. Direct. Unrefined.

Cain’s chest tightened.

He stared at her, stunned despite himself.

She’s serious.

A foolish thing, he told himself. Reckless. Dangerous.

And yet, something warm and unsteady rose in his chest, something he had not felt in a very long time.

Admiration.

Yes.

Even if he denies it, he was admiring her.

Damn it.

He clenched his jaw and looked away, cursing himself silently. Why the hell am I attracted to this woman?

She was stubborn. Headstrong. Willing to throw herself into danger for him.

That was exactly the kind of woman he was somehow attracted.

Brave!

But Cain composed himself.

If she fights seriously, she’ll realize how strong she really is.

And if she realizes that, the truth will creep closer. The truth about him. About what he really was.

Cornelia smiled then, just slightly, her sharp canines visible for a fleeting second.

It was not a sweet smile.

It was a smile that promised blood.

Sevette stiffened.

For the first time, doubt flickered across her face.

The way Cornelia stood had changed. The insecurity she expected was gone, replaced by something solid, something that did not belong to a vampire two stages below her.

That smile... why does it feel like she’s already won?

Before the tension could snap, Cain stepped forward.

"Wait," he said quickly.

Both women turned to him.

Cain raised his hands slightly, his tone calm, almost gentle. "This isn’t fair."

Cornelia blinked. "Cain—"

He shook his head and continued, speaking before she could interrupt. "My wife is only at the tenth stage of Blood Infusion. You’re at the peak of the twelfth. That’s not a small gap."

He looked at Sevette, meeting her gaze without fear. "If you fight like this, people won’t say you’re strong. They’ll say you bullied someone weaker."

Murmurs rippled around them.

Cain went on, choosing his words carefully. "If this is about proving superiority, there are other ways. Chess. Strategy. Music. Even negotiations."

He smiled faintly. "Surely someone of your talent doesn’t need brute force to prove her worth."

Sevette stared at him.

Then she laughed.

Not mocking. Not cruel.

Warm.

"Oh," she said softly, stepping closer, her eyes shining, "you really are something."

She tilted her head, studying him openly now. "Despite being treated poorly, you still think about your wife. You still try to protect her."

Her voice lowered, intimate. "I absolutely adore you."

Cain froze.

"I want you to be my husband too," Sevette said lightly, as if discussing the weather. "At this point, I’m tempted to just carry you away."

Cain’s smile twitched.

Lady, even if you drag me away, he thought dryly, things won’t work the way you imagine.

Cornelia’s breath hitched.

What?!

Heat rushed to her face, but she forced it down and stepped forward sharply.

"How dare you flirt with my husband!" she snapped, her voice ringing across the hall.

She glared at Sevette, her anger no longer restrained. "You think you can just say things like that in front of me?"

Her mana flared instinctively, sharp and hot, and the air trembled.

Sevette raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Cornelia turned to Cain then, her expression softening just a little. "I can handle her," she said, her voice lowering, almost playful. "Don’t worry."

She leaned closer, her cape brushing against his arm. "I feel really good right now."

Cain’s heart thudded painfully.

She’s enjoying this...

She straightened, swept her cape back with a sharp motion, and faced Sevette fully.

Her eyes burned with confidence, jealousy, and something dangerously close to joy.

"Dirty vixen," Cornelia said, lips curling into a fierce smile. "Let’s go."

The hall fell silent.

And in that silence, Cain realized with a sinking feeling that things were no longer under his control.