MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 226: I have to find Rose

Blake sat on the edge of the bathtub, his hands trembling as he recounted the harrowing events that had led him to this moment. Memories, both beautiful and agonizing, flooded his mind with vivid clarity.

He remembered the first time he laid eyes on Rose, her beauty captivating him in a way he couldn't explain, sheso gorgeous that it was had to rationalize. . Their first night together played out like a scene from a dream – her smile, her scent, her tears, every detail etched into his memory with unparalleled intensity.

"Fuck!!!" he muttered, the word a bitter acknowledgment of the tangled web of deception that had ensnared him. His frustration simmered beneath the surface, a potent mix of anger and resignation.

Every lie Elena had spun, every false reality she had crafted, now unraveled before him like a threadbare tapestry. The truth emerged, stark and undeniable, revealing the extent of Elena's cruelty.

He remembered the false accusations, the wrongful imprisonment, and the narrow escape thanks to Reggie and his comrades. But as the memories flooded back, a new wave of dread washed over him.

He remembered being rescued by Reggie and the gang before...

"Wait, what happened to Reggie?" The question hung in the air, laden with uncertainty and fear. Had their daring escape cost Reggie his life? The possibility sent a chill down Blake's spine, his thoughts racing with frantic urgency.

His head throbbed with the weight of unanswered questions, each one a jagged shard of uncertainty.

His heart quickened because he remembered how their car was hit with something and in his daze he had seen a hole in Reggie's chest.

Was he dead? He couldn't be dead right?

It was Reggie, right?!!

His head began to hurt!

Blake stood back up and headed to the front of the bathroom mirror, his reflection a distorted image of turmoil and confusion. His hands trembled as he reached for the faucet, the cool rush of water cascading over his face in an attempt to quell the storm raging within him.

All this time... How long had it been? The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, a crushing weight pressing down on his chest. He felt adrift in a sea of uncertainty, lost in a labyrinth of false memories and fabricated truths.

"Shit!!!" The word escaped his lips in a low growl, a raw expression of frustration and despair. How had he allowed himself to become ensnared in this twisted game? How had he failed to see through the facade sooner?

With each passing moment, the walls of the simulation seemed to close in around him, suffocating him with their deceit. But amidst the chaos, a flicker of determination ignited within him.

He couldn't afford to remain trapped in this illusion any longer. He had to find a way out, to reclaim the truth that had been stolen from him.

Blake paced back and forth in the dimly lit bathroom, his mind spinning with questions and uncertainty. The pieces of the puzzle were slowly falling into place, revealing a sinister truth lurking beneath the surface.

Elena's actions didn't add up. Why go through the trouble of kidnapping him, of fabricating a false reality? Why spare him when she had shown no mercy before?

The answer eluded him, shrouded in the shadows of Elena's enigmatic motives. But one thing was clear: there was a method to her madness, a calculated purpose driving her every move.

What was her obsession with him? Why was she so determined to manipulate his life, to shape him into someone he wasn't? The questions gnawed at his mind, relentless in their pursuit of truth.

But amidst the uncertainty, a flicker of determination ignited within him. He couldn't allow himself to be a pawn in Elena's twisted game any longer. He had to break free, to unravel the web of lies and deceit that bound him.

With a resolute nod, he steeled himself for the challenges ahead. Whatever Elena's endgame was, he was determined to uncover it, to confront the darkness that lurked in the depths of her twisted psyche.

The battle for his freedom had only just begun, but Blake was ready to face it head-on. With a deep breath, he pushed aside his doubts and fears, embracing the unknown with unwavering resolve.

Blake leaned against the bathroom door, his mind ablaze with thoughts and strategies. He couldn't risk confronting Elena directly, not when she held all the power in this twisted game. It would be really stupid to walk up to her and confess to knowing everything. He knew Elena was a vampire, a certified badass at that.

The realization hit him like a thunderbolt: he was a pawn in Elena's elaborate scheme, a pawn she could dispose of at any moment. But Blake refused to be a mere puppet in her hands. If Elena wanted to play games, then he would play along—but on his own terms. Going up to her would be like asking for death. He couldn't do that.This was chess while he was playing checkers all along.

Taking a deep breath, he resolved to play the long game, to bide his time until the perfect opportunity presented itself. He couldn't afford to make any rash moves or reckless decisions. No, he needed to be patient, to wait for the right moment to strike.

With a steely determination, Blake straightened up, his gaze hardening with resolve. He may have been outmatched, but he refused to be outsmarted. If Elena thought she could control him, then she had another thing coming.

Game on, Elena. Game on.

He decided to act the part thoroughly. First he needed to actually take a bath because he wasn't lying about stinking.

With newfound determination coursing through his veins, Blake turned on the shower and let the warm water wash over him, cleansing away not just the physical grime but the mental weight of his predicament.

As he scrubbed away the layers of doubt and confusion, he rehearsed his lines, his expressions, every detail of the act he was about to perform. This wasn't just a matter of survival—it was a test of his wit, his cunning, his ability to outsmart his captor.

Emerging from the shower, refreshed and revitalized, Blake wrapped himself in a towel and took a moment to compose himself. He couldn't afford to slip up now, not when everything was hanging in the balance.

With a deep breath, he opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the dimly lit room, ready to play his part with conviction. His life and hopes of ever reuniting with Rose depended on it.