In a previous life, on the day my sister and I attended the witches' annual matchmaking festival, I saved a vampire prince in dire straits. To repay the favor, upon returning to his clan, the prince immediately declared that I would become his future bride. A year later, I gave birth to a pureblood scion, the sole successor of the entire vampire race. The prince was overjoyed, and on the day he was crowned as a duke, he completed the eternal blood bond with me, making me his eternal partner and queen, making me revered among all clans. My sister, on the other hand, chose to marry a strong werewolf leader, only to become the most inconspicuous of his many lovers. Driven mad by jealousy, she pushed me off a cliff during a witches' full moon festival, leading to my death. When I opened my eyes once more, I found myself back at the matchmaking ceremony, with my sister already running towards the direction where the vampire prince would be in distress. I realized she too had been reborn. However, she didn't know that becoming the prince's bride was easy. The real challenge lay in capturing his heart and bearing his child. The power of witches stems from desire, an ancient rule engraved in our bloodline. Once a witch reaches adulthood, her potent magic becomes restless, yearning for union with a powerful partner to achieve balance. Otherwise, the uncontrolled magic would destroy her over long nights. The elders of the covenant, wary of us causing trouble outside, mandated that our first task upon reaching adulthood was to select a suitable partner and strengthen relations with other races through marriage. Today, we had just arrived at the altar and hadn't had the chance to properly observe the diverse men before us. A girl beside me nudged me gently: "I saw your sister Novalee on the way here. She was running towards the Shadow Forest, and no one could stop her. Isn't she participating in the ceremony?" Her words made me realize immediately. It seemed I wasn't the only one reborn; my dear sister likely returned from our past life as well. Her hasty dash towards the Shadow Forest must be for her dream of becoming queen with wealth and glory. Before I could respond, a sudden, chilling gust swept through, and the sky darkened under a gathering storm of clouds. In an instant, the day turned to night, and several ornate black-and-gold carriages drawn by nightmare beasts descended from the sky. A few vampire envoys appeared before us, announcing the prince's decree. My heart skipped a beat; with my past experience, I knew this was Prince Alex coming to marry his "savior." In the previous life, my sister deliberately put obstacles in my path, sending me to the Shadow Forest to pick night-blooming flowers for her. Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon a man who had been ambushed and lay unconscious on the ground. Initially, I intended to harness a witch's life force to revive him and satisfy my most primal desires. However, upon awakening, he handed me the vampire prince's signet ring. Not only did he reveal his identity as the vampire prince, but he also proclaimed through a bloodline bond that I would be his future partner. Our witches' covenant held a moderate position, never having experienced such an honor. Naturally, I had no choice in the matter; a few words sealed my fate. Despite the vampires being rulers of the night, they harbored a hidden secret: to bear a pureblood scion, the mother must nourish the fetus with her life essence. The vampires' bloodline power was so overwhelming that ordinary women couldn't withstand it. Typically, after a few months of pregnancy, the mother's life force would be exhausted, resulting in her death along with the fetus. Yet, I miraculously survived and gave birth to the only pureblood scion of that generation. The vampire prince was overjoyed and forged an eternal blood bond with me on the spot. Decades later, Alex inherited the title of duke, and I naturally became his sole queen, enjoying endless wealth and honor. Meanwhile, my sister, who had chosen the werewolf leader, found him to be a philanderer with countless lovers, unable to become his only "moon mate." Seeing him only once a month, she couldn't satisfy her witch nature, living in constant sorrow. Finally, during a witches' full moon festival, she deceived me to the edge of a cliff and pushed me off. The haunting despair of my death is unforgettable. Suddenly, Alex appeared hand in hand with my sister, surrounded by the elders of the covenant, brimming with affection: "Novalee has a kind heart. She saved me in the forest. From now on, she is my chosen bride." I followed protocol and knelt down, while my sister looked at the crowd with undisguised glee. However, in a place she couldn't see, a faint smile tugged at my lips. Dear sister, if you're so eager to die, then I have no choice but to grant your wish.

The wedding of the Vampire Prince is a matter of immense importance, far surpassing the significance of our own traditional marriage customs. My sister, a few fellow witches, and I were taken to the Vampire's Shadow Castle, where we were not allowed to leave, focusing solely on preparing for my sister's pre-wedding arrangements. As I touched the crimson crystal necklace that Alex had specially sent over, my heart remained unmoved. Although it was beautiful, to me it felt like a harbinger of doom. In my past life, the rewards I received were a hundred times more splendid than my sister's, and my every word and action were imitated by other women across the continent. But the suffering I endured to give birth to the child in my belly was known only to me. Before I could examine it closely, my sister's maid rushed over to me. "Miss Lila, the future princess wishes to see you." Me? At this time, shouldn't my sister be preparing her wedding dress? Why would she think of her insignificant younger sister now? Despite my doubts, she was, after all, the prince's publicly acknowledged fiancée, and I had no power to resist her words. As I approached my sister's room, I saw Alex coming out with an open collar, a beaming smile on his face. I quickly lowered my head, and he didn't spare me a glance. His scent was too familiar—a unique fragrance of blood and roses that vampires exude after intimacy. I knew that my sister had already been with him. Witches, upon coming of age, often find themselves irresistibly drawn to their desired male without control, which is also our fatal flaw. My sister lay half-reclined on the bed, a thin silk blanket barely covering her graceful figure. When she saw me enter, her expression darkened instantly. She slowly extended a finger to point at the embroidered pattern on the table. "Did you embroider this? Very good." I dared not move. All my life, she had beaten and scolded me at the drop of a hat. How could she suddenly praise me so kindly? Especially considering she had pushed me into the abyss in our past lives, my heart pounded uncontrollably. Seeing my hesitation, she suddenly sat up from the bed, grabbing a silver candlestick nearby and hurling it at my head. Blood blurred my vision, but I knelt on the ground, suppressing my inner anger. She seemed satisfied with my reaction, speaking lazily, "I called you all here to see how I achieved all this step by step. You better curb those restless thoughts of yours and stay out of the prince's sight, or else... " I met my sister's gaze and said, "As you wish, Your Highness." She was startled by the calmness in my eyes, then strode over to me and yanked my hair. "Lila, do you think I don't know that you've been reincarnated too?" At the mention of "reincarnation, " a shadow passed over my eyes. She snorted coldly, throwing the embroidered pattern in my face. "How could you, raised in the Witches' Forest, create the blood rose emblem that only a Vampire Queen can use? And you dare to deceive me!" I sighed, holding my forehead as I stood up. "Sister, I've never wanted to compete with you, nor will I ever appear before the prince." She laughed dismissively, her fingers brushing my face. "Do you think I'd lose to a plain girl like you? Even if you want to compete, you can't surpass me." I fell silent. Some things I choose not to fight for because I want to live longer. Only fools are obsessed with those dangerous allurements.

The vampire clan, renowned as an illustrious ancient nobility, spared no expense on even just an engagement ceremony. Not only did numerous mysterious supernatural beings attend, they also brought an array of treasures, truly honoring the occasion. My sister, dressed in a vibrant red wedding gown, appeared with a flushed face, holding Alex's hand amidst the anticipation of the crowd. She had finally attained the position she had always dreamed of, her happiness unmistakable. Even when she saw me, she tilted her head with a defiant smirk, silently mouthing two words: "Useless." Yes, I am useless. Yet, as she steps towards her own hell, who's really the pitiable one here? But her smile didn't last long. Alex pressed a glass of wine into her hand. "Drink it, and our union will be sealed in the eyes of our ancestors and elders." My sister quickly took the glass, ready to down it in one go, when a sharp metallic scent hit her. Alarmed, she threw the glass away. "Why is there sacred silver in this wine!" Sacred silver is the nemesis of our witchcraft. Even a grand sorcerer with a millennium of practice cannot withstand the power of a cup of sacred silver wine. While it won't kill you, it will temporarily strip away your magic and leave you bedridden for months, a torment more unbearable than death. In my past life, I faced a similar situation, yet I never considered refusing. I knew my life was insignificant compared to the reputation of the vampire clan. Making Alex look bad in front of everyone would ensure our relationship remained purely transactional. I forced myself to drink it, enduring a haze throughout the ceremony. He never cared about my feelings; to him, I was merely a tool for repaying a debt and producing heirs. Who cares about a tool's emotions? But my sister failed to grasp the situation, pouting as she nestled into Alex's arms, whining, "I don't want to drink this!" She didn't notice Alex's expression darken. With so many guests present, he still tried to coax her patiently. "Novalee, this is an ancient vampire tradition. Don't be willful in front of everyone." Given that the esteemed vampire prince had spoken, my sister should have wisely conceded. Yet she remained oblivious to the looming danger, still refusing, "I don't like this ridiculous tradition! We witches despise sacred silver, and I never want to see it again!" Her words thoroughly infuriated the vampire elders present. Drinking the nemesis of their partner symbolizes loyalty and conquest, and her words were akin to a slap in their faces. Sure enough, a few vampire nobles began to privately grumble about the bride's lack of decorum, even questioning Alex's judgment. Their murmurs reached Alex, exhausting his patience, and he spoke with a voice laced with icy anger, "I'll say it one more time, drink it." My sister was dumbfounded, never expecting him to treat her like this. Hastily, she grabbed the sacred silver wine from the platter and drank it all. But it was too late; the mood of the gathering had already soured. After the ceremony, Alex stormed off, not even sparing her a glance. My sister stood there, bewildered. Just yesterday, they were so deeply in love—how could things fall apart over a cup of sacred silver wine? I sneered. She was blissfully ignorant. Nothing is more important than the face of the vampire clan. A bride intended to showcase the grandeur of the event actually thought she could sway the prince's will. This was only the beginning; her "good days" were still ahead.