Heartthrob: The vampire princess doesn't want to be a stand-in

I'm afraid this is the only name that belongs to her.

Ever since she figured out her identity as a double, Evelin has been feeling a backlog of things.

The tremendous pressure made it impossible for her to sleep properly for a while.

"Enzo, find me some people to drink with."

For two consecutive months, Enzo heard Evelyn say this almost every day.

"You are truly my ancestor!"

Enzo screamed to the sky and looked at Vincent for help.

"Let her."

Vincent smiled and signaled Enzo to act quickly.

"You are all my ancestors."

"Just spoil her!"

Enzo failed to call for help. He cursed, but his body still took honest action.

Evelin had already put on her makeup, put on a sexy tube top skirt, and walked out the door in high heels.

Enzo worked very quickly, and by the time Evelin arrived, a number of men and women had already gathered.

"We have an agreement tonight, your Highness can't run away again!"

"We're going to drink you down even if we die!"

Seeing Evelin appear, everyone rushed forward with laughter and teased Evelin.

"I'm happy tonight. I'll pay for everything. I'll accompany you till the end."

Evelin smiled calmly.

Don't they all want to use her as a substitute for the cool and elegant Bai Yueguang?

She just wanted to get out of control and live a life of luxury and cynicism.

Just like all the noblemen in the world, he does not work and just eats, drinks and has fun.

It seemed that only this kind of ostentatious, busy and meaningless life, assisted by the numbness of alcohol, could make her feel better.

Otherwise, she really couldn't get over it.

She has been living as a substitute for others all her life.

The bar's open-air terrace is surrounded by transparent floor-to-ceiling glass.

The evening breeze is blowing gently and it is already late at night.

This huge city is still brightly lit, shining with golden light and prosperous.

For ordinary people, this is the end of a busy day.

And for some, their nightlife is just beginning.

Evelin was wearing a tight little bright red dress, and the lines of her calves were made even tighter by the pair of tall and exquisite black high heels.

She curled her red lips, crossed her legs and sat lazily on the sofa.

The red wine in the glass flowed quietly in her slowly moving hands.

Her deep blue eyes took in all the hustle and bustle before her.

A man had been staring at Evelin in the corner for a long time, and saw that she had been sitting alone quietly.

Only then did he boldly walk over and sit beside her with great interest.

"Miss, alone?"

Evelin raised her eyes lazily when she heard the voice, like a cold and arrogant cat.

Even though he was ignored, the man spoke again.

"I'm alone too, why don't we have a deeper conversation?"

"How deep do you want to go?"

Evelyn's unfocused eyes immediately changed their expression after she caught a glimpse of Garland's figure not far away.

The corners of her lips were raised to an appropriate arc, and the seductive look in her eyes made the man stare straight.

"I booked a room downstairs."

The man loosened his tie and slammed the room card into Evelin’s lap.

Those bloodshot eyes wandered nakedly all over Evelin’s body.

His big hands caressed Evelin's bare shoulders and wanted to go all the way down.

Thinking of Evelyn gasping under him until her blood was sucked dry by him, he couldn't suppress his excitement.

"But.."

Evelin looked disdainful and dodged the man’s harassment lightly.

"Little princess."

Just as Evelyn was about to get up and leave, Vincent suddenly appeared.

He strode towards the two of them, clasping Evelin’s shoulders with his slender fingers and bringing her into his arms.

Seeing this, Garland, who had just made a move in the corner, stepped back, his eyes always fixed on Evelin.

"Did he touch you?"

Rarely, Vincent restrained his smile, his heterochromatic eyes were deep and bottomless, flashing a mysterious light.

Evelin said nothing, and only lazily flicked the shoulder that the man had just put his arm around.

Vincent immediately understood and his eyes darkened instantly.

He stared at his hands closely, like a hungry wolf with fangs bared.

It seemed as if it would pounce on him and eat him up in the next second.

"She's mine tonight, make an appointment with her until I'm done."

The man whose prey was snatched away was of course anxious. A big boss like him had to have his woman robbed.

As he spoke, he threw all the money on the table at once, grabbed Evelin’s wrist and was about to leave.

The people who had slowly gathered there all looked at the man with a gloating look on their faces.

His eyes were filled with a look of mockery that showed no sign of aggravating the situation.

"But I don't think I promised you."

Evelyn raised her glass and drank it all, leaning dazedly on Vincent's shoulder.

After hearing the conversation between the two, Vincent paused, and all the emotions in his eyes were already covered by murderous intent.

That feminine aura was in perfect harmony with him, and although his smile was gentle and polite, it made people feel uneasy.

The next second, to everyone's surprise, Vincent kicked him fiercely in the abdomen.

Without waiting for the man to wail, he grabbed his wrist in the blink of an eye.

There was a crisp sound of "click", and the man's hand drooped down in an extremely strange posture.

After a while, his heart-wrenching howl echoed through half the sky.

"The lady you want to keep is my fiancée."

"Pure-blood princess, Evelyn."

In a word, just the right amount of success to make the man forget even to scream.

He looked into Vincent's strange-colored pupils and took in Vincent's murderous intent.

The man seemed to have forgotten even the pain. He knelt on the ground trembling and wanted to escape immediately.

At this moment, he finally understood.

Heterochromic eyes are the hallmark of the sinister and vicious head of the Si family, and his fiancée is a pure-blood princess known to all vampires.

She was the most favored princess of the Lan family, but she herself was neither a noble nor a pure-blood.

He was just a vampire with a few bucks who, blinded by lust, provoked an existence he could not contend with.

"Don't ruin my mood."

Evelin waved her hand disapprovingly, left the table, and opened a few more bottles of wine under the clamor of her friends.

"Jacob, serve me well."

Vincent understood what Evelyn meant, she didn't want to see blood tonight.

Then he sent the man to a friend.

The man finally realized that his only fate was death.

No matter how he begged for mercy, it was of no avail and he could only watch himself being dragged away.

As for what would happen next, or what kind of torture he would suffer, Vincent would not ask any more.

After all, everyone has their own quirks, like Jacob who likes to torture men.

"Thank you, Vincent."

Evelyn handed the glass to Vincent and, without waiting for his answer, continued to twirl it amid the laughter of the crowd.

She drank glass after glass of tequila, and no matter how brightly her smile spread, there was no trace of color in her eyes.