MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 234: Our not so little secret

As the car rumbled along the deserted road, Rose's initial amusement faded, replaced by a gnawing sense of suspicion. She couldn't shake the feeling that Damien was playing her, letting her drop her guard with his charade of happiness.

She was no fool and to set the record, she decided Damien had enjoyed way too much happiness for too long and was going to spoil things.

With a wicked smile, she turned towards him, her hands tracing absent circles across her protruding belly as she locked eyes with him. "You've been enjoying yourself a bit too much lately, haven't you?" she remarked, her tone deceptively light.

Damien's expression faltered for a moment, a hint of uncertainty flickering in his eyes before he quickly masked it with a practiced smile. "I'm not sure what you mean," he replied, his voice carefully neutral.

Rose chuckled, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "Oh, come on, Damien," she said, her smile widening. "You can drop the act. I know you better than that."

Damien's facade slipped further, a hint of unease creeping into his features. "I'm not sure what you're getting at, Rose," he protested, but his voice lacked conviction.

Rose let out a soft laugh, leaning back in her seat with a knowing look. "Let's cut the bullshit, shall we?" she said, her tone more serious now. "You defeated Dravena, sure. But how? She was wearing the king's disease armor, Damien. That stuff isn't exactly known for being fragile."

Damien's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he quickly composed himself. "I'm not sure what you're insinuating, Rose," he replied, his voice tight.

Rose raised an eyebrow, her gaze piercing. "Don't play dumb with me," she said, her tone firm. "I may not be the best scholar in vampire history, but even I know that armor shouldn't have had a crack in it. So, what's your secret, Damien?"

Damien's mask of composure slipped further, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he struggled to maintain his facade. "I...I don't know what you're talking about," he stammered, his voice betraying his uncertainty.

Rose leaned in closer, her eyes narrowing. "If you think you can fool everyone, you're sorely mistaken," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Especially me. So, spill it, Damien. What did you do?"

As Damien's lips stumbled over his words, Rose wasted no time seizing upon his uncertainty, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She mocked his stuttering, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she mimicked his faltering speech.

But her amusement quickly faded as she leaned in closer, her expression turning serious. Cupping Damien's face in her hands, she whispered softly in his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "I know why you raised the ice wall," she murmured, her voice barely audible over the rumble of the car's engine. "You did it to cover your tracks, didn't you?

To shield everyone else from seeing what you were really doing."

Damien's eyes widened in alarm, a cold sweat breaking out on his brow as he realized Rose had caught onto his scheme. He opened his mouth to protest, but Rose pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him.

"Shh," she hushed him, her voice low and urgent. "I know about the king's disease, Damien. I know how few objects can pierce through that armor. And I know that you have one of them, THE EXCALIBUR,"

Damien's blood ran cold as Rose whispered the word he had hoped never to hear – Excalibur. The legendary blade, said to be capable of cutting through even the toughest of defenses, was a weapon of immense power and significance.

Fear flickered in Damien's eyes as he realized the extent of Rose's knowledge. He had hoped to keep his possession of Excalibur a secret, but it seemed Rose had seen through his facade.

As Rose pulled away, a knowing glint in her eyes, Damien could only watch helplessly, his mind racing with the implications of her discovery.

A mischievous smile played on Rose's lips as she watched Damien's reaction, his expression frozen in a mixture of surprise and disbelief. The thrill that surged through her chest was palpable – this was the game she thrived on, the art of manipulation and control. This was the predatory side of her that took her straight to the top of the global commerce.

With a self-assured air, Rose turned to Damien, her eyes sparkling with confidence. "You seem surprised, Damien," she remarked, her voice tinged with amusement. "But you shouldn't be. After all, you're not the first I've had wrapped around my finger."

Damien's shock only seemed to deepen at her words, his features betraying a hint of apprehension. He remained silent, his gaze fixed on Rose, as if struggling to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.

Undeterred, Rose continued, her tone playful yet assertive. "Consider this a lesson, Damien," she said, her voice dripping with confidence. "Consider the laughs and giggles a privilege. We are not roomies or friends. In our little arrangement, there's no room for sentimentality or distractions. This is strictly business – no lovey-dovey affairs allowed."

She watched as Damien absorbed her words, his expression shifting from disbelief to resignation. It was clear that he understood the boundaries she was setting, the rules of engagement in their partnership.

For now and the foreseeable future, Blake held the prime spot in Rose's heart, unshakeable and unyielding. Ghost or not, he remained her guiding light, her constant companion. Only time would reveal the depth of their connection, but for now, Blake reigned supreme in Rose's world, Damien and everyone else not even coming a close second.

With a final giggle, Rose leaned back in her seat, a sense of satisfaction washing over her. This was war without weapons, and she was determined to stay one step ahead. As the car continued on its journey, she knew that with Damien by her side, there was nothing they couldn't accomplish.

Now she had cleared the air of any misconception, something else bugged her. The pain in her belly, was this hunger or something else?