MY SUGAR MUMMY IS A BEAUTIFUL VAMPIRE

Chapter 242: All Black and white (Bonus chapter)

The rhythmic thrum of the engine filled the silence as Rose and Damien continued their journey, the road stretching out before them like an endless ribbon. Rose's mind was a whirlwind of questions, Damien's ominous words echoing in her thoughts like a haunting refrain.

Finally, unable to bear the weight of her curiosity any longer, Rose broke the silence. "Damien," she began, her voice tentative yet laced with a hint of determination. "Now that we've completed the initiation ritual, where exactly are we headed?"

Damien's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his grasp. "Ancroft," he replied, his voice clipped and matter-of-fact.

Rose's brow furrowed, a flicker of concern passing across her features. "Ancroft?" she repeated, her tone tinged with apprehension. "But... isn't that place a bit too cold for my condition?" She instinctively placed a protective hand over the swell of her belly, her maternal instincts kicking in.

Damien's jaw clenched, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he fought to maintain his composure. "It's the safest place for us right now," he insisted, his tone brooking no argument.

Rose's eyes narrowed, her intuition picking up on the tension radiating from Damien. "I need a place that's warm and peaceful," she countered, her voice firm yet laced with a hint of pleading. "Somewhere I can relax and focus on the baby."

Damien's grip on the steering wheel tightened further, his knuckles turning white with the intensity of his grasp. For a moment, Rose thought she saw a flicker of irritation cross his features, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by a carefully crafted mask of calm.

"Rose," Damien began, his voice measured and controlled. "I understand your concerns, truly I do." He turned to face her, his expression softening into a warm smile that seemed almost too practiced, too perfect. "But you have my word, I have another place in mind – somewhere that will be comfortable and peaceful, a true oasis for you and your baby."

Rose couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease at Damien's sudden change in demeanor. It was unlike him to be so accommodating, so... agreeable. A nagging voice in the back of her mind couldn't help but wonder if this was all part of some larger scheme, a ploy to lull her into a false sense of security. Or was it because of the earlier threat? It had been hours she made that threat while on the drive.

And come to think of it, how long were they going to be on the road? She was starting to feel cramps.

As the miles ticked by, Rose found herself studying Damien's every move, every subtle shift in his expression, searching for any hint of deception. Try as she might, however, his mask remained impenetrable, a perfectly crafted facade of calm and reassurance.

It wasn't until they pulled up to a lavish penthouse, nestled amidst lush gardens and trickling fountains, that Rose's suspicions were momentarily quieted. The sight before her was breathtaking – a true oasis, just as Damien had promised.

As they stepped out of the car, Rose couldn't help but gaze in awe at the sprawling estate, her hand instinctively drifting to rest upon her belly. "Damien, this place is... incredible," she breathed, her voice tinged with wonder.

Before Damien could respond, a butler emerged from the grand entrance, his movements swift and graceful. "Welcome, my lord and lady," he greeted them, his voice rich and melodic. "I am Cain, and I'll be attending to your needs during your stay."

Rose couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the butler's formal address, but her curiosity was quickly overshadowed by the sheer opulence of their surroundings. As Cain ushered them inside, Rose found herself trailing behind, her eyes drinking in every detail of the lavish interior.

The penthouse was a true masterpiece, a harmonious blend of natural elements and luxurious furnishings. Intricate woodcarvings adorned the walls, while plush rugs adorned the floors, their rich hues complementing the warm tones of the decor. Sunlight filtered in through towering windows, casting a warm, inviting glow over the entire space.

As they were shown to their suite, Rose couldn't help but feel a sense of disbelief. "Damien, how did you manage to have somewhere like this yet choose Ancroft? That lonely, cold and deserted castle?" she asked.

Damien's lips curved into a enigmatic smile, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Let's just say I have my own tastes," he replied cryptically.

Rose opened her mouth to press for more details, but Cain's smooth voice interrupted her train of thought. "I'll give you both a moment to freshen up," he announced. "In the meantime, I'll have the table prepared for your arrival."

With a gracious bow, Cain excused himself, leaving Rose and Damien alone in the opulent suite. Rose couldn't help but let her gaze wander, taking in the plush furnishings and exquisite decor. It was a far cry from the harsh, unforgiving landscapes she had grown accustomed to during her stay at the vampire city.

As she turned to face Damien, a flicker of unease passed across her features. "This is all a bit... much, don't you think?" she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty.

Damien's expression remained impassive, his eyes unreadable. "You deserve only the finest, Rose," he replied, his tone smooth and reassuring. "After everything we've been through, you deserve a chance to rest and recuperate."

His words, though meant to be comforting, did little to quell the nagging sense of doubt that lingered in Rose's mind. She couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Damien's motives than he was letting on, a hidden agenda simmering just beneath the surface.

As she watched him move about the suite with a practiced ease, Rose found herself studying his every move, searching for any hint or clue that might shed light on his true intentions. Yet, Damien remained an enigma, his true motives shrouded in mystery.

As the hours ticked by, Rose found herself growing increasingly restless, her mind a whirlwind of questions and doubts. Damien, for his part, seemed content to bask in the luxurious surroundings, his demeanor betraying nothing of the turmoil that churned within Rose's heart.

It wasn't until they sat down for dinner that the tension between them finally came to a head. As Cain served them a sumptuous meal, Rose couldn't help but notice the way Damien's eyes seemed to linger on her, as if studying her every reaction.

Finally, unable to bear the weight of the silence any longer, Rose set down her fork and met Damien's gaze head-on. "Alright, Damien," she began, her voice low but laced with a steely resolve. "What's really going on here?"

Damien's brow furrowed, his expression one of carefully crafted confusion. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Rose," he replied, his tone deceptively innocent.

Rose's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. "Don't play games with me, Damien," she warned, her voice edged with a hint of steel. "This sudden change of heart, this... luxury. It's not like you at all. So, what's the real reason you brought us here?"

For a moment, Damien's mask seemed to slip, a flicker of something dark and unreadable passing across his features. But in an instant, it was gone, replaced by a disarming smile that did little to ease Rose's suspicions.

"Rose, my dear," he began, his voice smooth as silk. "I understand your skepticism, truly I do. But you must trust that my only concern is for your well-being and of course, the child."

Rose's eyes narrowed further, her instincts screaming at her to push, to dig deeper until she uncovered the truth that Damien seemed so determined to conceal.

As the tension mounted, Cain hovered nearby, his presence a constant reminder that they were not truly alone in this lavish oasis. Rose couldn't help but wonder if the butler was privy to Damien's secrets, or if he too was being kept in the dark.

The air grew thick with suspicion and unspoken questions, each passing moment only serving to deepen the chasm of doubt that had taken root within Rose's heart. As she studied Damien's carefully constructed facade, she couldn't shake the feeling that this was merely the calm before the storm – a fleeting moment of respite before the true challenges began to unfold.

And deep within the recesses of her mind, a whisper of foreboding took root...