The Dark Secret of the CEO by Sofia de Orellana

Chapter 19

“…I thought we weren’t expecting everyone?” I mutter, a bit worried now.

“We weren’t, but when Richard summons us, most at least give a reply, even to decline. We haven’t heard from Quentin.”

“What about Viktor?” Asks Cata. “And Elijah?”

“Viktor just texted back in the group chat,” Cecily says. “He’s fine, just sulking as usual.”

“Vivian said she was coming, she might just be late. Susan hasn’t texted in a while though…”

“So Quentin, Susan and Elijah are also missing?” Mutters Benedict. “…What the heck is going on?”

All eyes go to the patriarch… Is that the real reason he summoned them all here, and forbade them from leaving London? His dark expression tells me that’s right, but there might also be more than that. Greyson looks a bit out of breath, and he smells like gasoline. A biker?

“…I understand,” Richard mutters after a while. “Thank you, Greyson.”

Greyson nods, then glances my way. To my surprise, he walks up to me, and before I can utter a word, he pats my head, his huge hand easily covering my scalp, and then walks past us, towards the kitchen. I let out a faint sigh, while Cecily leans against the door frame, grabbing her phone. I bet she’s texting the missing vampires. Behind us, I spot Felicia, standing on the stairs with a sad expression. Bart glances at her too, and they silently exchange looks. I don’t know what to say… He then puts an arm around my waist, and without a word, I’m pushed back upstairs, Cecily following us. We all leave Richard alone in the living room.

“What the hell could have happened?” Bart groans after we’ve reached the second floor. “Atticus was no newborn and he always kept to himself. Who could have tried to attack him…?”

“You think someone attacked him?” I ask, shocked.

“That’s the only explanation,” whispers Felicia. “We don’t die from disease, and it’s unlikely a human could kill us. Atticus was the most quiet, calm vampire you could imagine. He spent four centuries living in the same area, guarding the cemetery his family was buried in. He would come to London or see one of us once in a while, but he wouldn’t have gone somewhere without at least telling one of us.”

“If it had been an accident, Greyson would have found him,” adds Cecily. “Vampires don’t simply disappear like that.”

I can’t help but shiver. Who could have been strong and mad enough to attack a three-centuries-old vampire? Do the Heartgraves have enemies I have yet to hear about? From what I’ve seen and heard, they all have their own lives, so who the heck would choose to attack one of them, and why? They seem worried it’s someone who’s after all of them, seeing how they were disturbed about the ones missing earlier…

time?” I ask. “…That one of

also a good way for enemy vampires to kill some of us without getting Richard’s attention.

we keep the newbies

back to check who was still alive and well, but also for my sake… I have a bad feeling about this. I’m already feeling

towards my door. “Leave this to the grown-ups

the newest addition who hasn’t really gotten to fully fit in yet. So, like an obedient girl, I get to my bedroom, close the door behind me, and go back to lying on the bed. I listen to everyone going back to their own, and the house gets quiet again. I can faintly hear Cata and

should just trust Richard and the others… Seems like I’ll be safe as long as I obey

determined, and full of ideas. According to an app Cecily set up on my phone, the sun just went down, and it’s still early in the evening. I quickly get up, but then, my enthusiasm is cut short again. Crap, I really need to get some clothes…

a big smile. “Did

of her siblings went missing, or worse. She changed clothes, and is now wearing black leather pants and a simple white blouse, but it looks like they are all brand new, and perfectly flattering her impressive figure. She clearly puts the accent on her accessories, like those huge earrings or the bracelets making a

“Yes, thanks,” I nod.

get to take one of my little sisters shopping, so today’s the

shouts Cecily from somewhere above

go back upstairs to get changed, and this time, Cessily hands me a knit dress she bought and never wore for some reason, with high boots. Not my style, but it will do for tonight. When I go back downstairs, Swithin is up, and visibly waiting for me

me. “Credit card, National Identity Card, and my business

I

the hell did they take it? They picked my death date as my birth date, only subtracting 25 years… I guess that makes me a Libra now? Everything looks absolutely genuine. I don’t dare to ask what the limit is on the credit card, but I’m

sent you the details we’ve set as your life as

“Yes, Sir,” I nod.

the arm. “We have to shop for your passport protection and a proper wallet now! Come on, let’s go

Winter is the shopaholic vampires’ favorite season. We take Rebecca’s car, and rush to the nearest shopping mall before it closes. I’m genuinely impressed at how efficient they are at

like a layered necklace, a few gold rings, and little hoop earrings. When it comes to shoes though, Cecily is a real tyrant. She forces me to try eighteen different pairs, each more impossible than the last, and half of them I couldn’t possibly have worn with my human legs without breaking an ankle. While I love being able to wear high heels, I’m just not ready yet for the snake skin or big red pumps. Luckily, I manage to settle for some boots, low and high, relatively normal heels, and even a pair of Nike Air Max, just so I look human from time to time… The last stop is the Dior makeup stand, and this time, I’m more than happy to try and get the latest colors I saw last night into my shopping bag. Rebecca and Cecily have literally dozens of decades of knowledge on makeup, and happily advise me on which colors to get. Right after I pay for it all, still impressed at how the credit card doesn’t flinch at the impressive expenses of the day, we get back to the middle of the shopping mall, with all the shops around us closing

a bit hungry, ladies. Shall

like going with them. In fact, those three long hours of shopping have rendered me kind of overwhelmed, and I feel the need to be… alone, for a bit. We keep walking back to the parking lot, and they already have their eyes set on

go home instead?” I ask. “I just…

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