THE PACK'S ALTAMUNAR: The Vampire's Little Kitten

My marriage to Shaun Lowell began because of a community gathering. At that time, I had just turned twenty-seven, and all I heard from my mother was her constant nagging to get married.

The pressure made me react in anger, and I made my way to flirt with Shaun, who looked like the most eligible bachelor in the entire gathering. But he was even more straightforward than I was. When he saw me, he said, “Do you want to get married? I’ll give you at least two hundred thousand dollars a month as allowance.”

At an offer like that, rejecting him would have been outright rude.

Right after we introduced ourselves, we got married in the afternoon. During the two years of our marriage, we only saw each other once.

In the beginning, I was worried that this was an elaborate scam, but he did not disrupt my life in any way in the past two years, aside from making me rich.

“Ms. Snow, if there isn’t any problem with the form, please sign it and pick up your husband.”

I wanted to tell him that there was a problem after all, but when I saw the glaring evidence on the police officer’s computer of me being Shaun’s legal wife, I chickened out.

After I signed the form, I went to pick Shaun up. He was waiting for me on a bench in the hall. His lips were pursed, and he seemed quite nervous.

Once I composed myself, I told him to come with me, but he hushed me and put a finger to his lips with a serious face. A flicker of excitement shone in his face.

“Shhh… a wife caught her husband cheating on her with her own cousin. They’re arguing right now.”

That was prime soap opera material.

Was Shaun not a company president? No president would be so obsessed with gossip. Had the amnesia messed with more than just his memories? Maybe it rewired his entire personality?

The police had told me that he had lost his memory.

When we got home, he was still regretful that he had not gotten to hear the end of that cheating scandal.

“You really don’t remember anything?”

I was not ashamed to admit that I was still clinging to hope.

“I know my name.” He wandered about my house. “Is this our house, honey?”

I firmly corrected him. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?”

Because it cheapened the purely transactional nature of our relationship.

After some thought, I still decided to tell him the truth. “Mr. Lowell, you’re my boss.”

Shaun’s eyes were filled with confusion.

I felt troubled. I might not be able to describe and explain the nature of our relationship in just a few words.

“I get it.” He stared at me and said confidently, “We’re having an office romance, huh?”

‘Great! Please don’t guess ever again,’ I thought.

I was filled with regret.

Two years ago, if I had just asked him where he worked, I would not have had to Google Shaun’s name to find out.

But Google was useful. I managed to find a photo from an old gossip article about him.

The headline read [Volk Corp Chairman And His Illegitimate Son.]

When I looked at Shaun, my feelings were complicated.

He was embroiled in a rich family drama and had amnesia.

I was beginning to suspect that the bodyguards standing guard outside were waiting to kill us once no one was looking and when it was dark.

Shaun opened my fridge and asked, “Why is it all coke?”

What the heck?! He was looking down on my coke?!

Shaun shut the fridge and sat beside me. “How did we meet, honey?”

“In a gathering.” I could not be bothered to explain anymore.

He nodded. “Was it love at first sight? Not bad! That’s pretty romantic.”

He had a terrible sense of what counted as romantic.

More importantly, with him here, who would send me money next month?

I turned the laptop over to him. “Shaun, is this you?”

He looked at the screen and grinned. “I sure look good in photos.”

“Alright. I’m taking you over to Volk Corp to let you reunite with your dad tomorrow.”

“No way. I don’t even remember them.”

I forced out a professional smile. “But they’re your family! You might remember them once you see them.”

“And you’re my wife.” Shaun gestured at the laptop with his chin. “Also, that article says that I’m an illegitimate son, so they probably hate me.”

He spoke like I was thrilled about him.

But I did like his money, so I could not turn my back on him. “Mr. Lowell, we really don’t know each other that well. We’re only married in name, alright? We had an agreement before we got married. If you don’t go back, you won’t be able to fulfill your side of the agreement.”

Shaun looked up. “What agreement?”

“After we got married, you’d pay me this much every month.”

I raised two fingers, and he said dismissively, “Just two hundred thousand? If you treat me well over the next few days, I’ll give you a bonus once I regain my memories.”

My eyes lit up. “How much?”

Shaun raised two fingers as well. “Two million a month.”

I shut the laptop and smiled brightly. “What do you want? I’ll buy you a drink. Whatever you like!”

“Maybe some sparkling water. But tomorrow. I want to take a shower and sleep now.”

“Sure. What do you want to eat tomorrow?”

“Croissants and coffee.”