You Chose Her, So Watch Me Die
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My father chose two vampires as marriage prospects for my sister and me.
One was an immensely powerful pureblood aristocrat.
The other was Cassian, crippled by a silver curse. Confined to a wheelchair, he was a laughingstock—wracked by phantom pains and constantly on the verge of madness.
In my past life, I chose Cassian.
I drained my own blood to ease his agonizing curse. I shielded him from the relentless mockery of the Vampire Court. I even gambled my life in werewolf territory to beg for his cure.
But he never seemed to get better.
I didn't care. I remember holding his hand and telling him, "It doesn't matter. No matter what happens to you, I will always stay by your side."
Until the accident. A pack of rogue werewolves ambushed us.
Cassian shoved me precisely into the path of their claws.
Just to shield my sister, Serena, from the fatal blow.
Silver claws completely shredded my throat.
Through my fading vision, I watched Cassian stand up from his wheelchair.
The terrifying aura of a Vampire Lord erupted from him, crushing the werewolves instantly. Countless night-thralls emerged from the shadows, dropping to their knees at his feet.
That was when I understood. He was never paralyzed, and he was never mad.
Because Serena hadn't chosen him, and because he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, he faked the illness to disgust me for years.
Then, he used my life to save his true love.
"I'm sorry for deceiving you. But I couldn't just watch Serena die."
"Elara... whatever I owe you, I'll repay in the next life."
In the bone-piercing cold, I took my last breath.
When I opened my eyes, I was back on the exact day my father forced us to make our choice.
One was an immensely powerful pureblood aristocrat.
The other was Cassian, crippled by a silver curse. Confined to a wheelchair, he was a laughingstock—wracked by phantom pains and constantly on the verge of madness.
In my past life, I chose Cassian.
I drained my own blood to ease his agonizing curse. I shielded him from the relentless mockery of the Vampire Court. I even gambled my life in werewolf territory to beg for his cure.
But he never seemed to get better.
I didn't care. I remember holding his hand and telling him, "It doesn't matter. No matter what happens to you, I will always stay by your side."
Until the accident. A pack of rogue werewolves ambushed us.
Cassian shoved me precisely into the path of their claws.
Just to shield my sister, Serena, from the fatal blow.
Silver claws completely shredded my throat.
Through my fading vision, I watched Cassian stand up from his wheelchair.
The terrifying aura of a Vampire Lord erupted from him, crushing the werewolves instantly. Countless night-thralls emerged from the shadows, dropping to their knees at his feet.
That was when I understood. He was never paralyzed, and he was never mad.
Because Serena hadn't chosen him, and because he wanted absolutely nothing to do with me, he faked the illness to disgust me for years.
Then, he used my life to save his true love.
"I'm sorry for deceiving you. But I couldn't just watch Serena die."
"Elara... whatever I owe you, I'll repay in the next life."
In the bone-piercing cold, I took my last breath.
When I opened my eyes, I was back on the exact day my father forced us to make our choice.














































