The Vampire Lord's Blood Doll

**Sissy's POV**This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

I was still sitting in the car when the landlord called me. He cancelled our meeting because the house had just been rented out and was no longer available. He also told me he hoped I hadn't left yet to see the house, telling me how much he felt bad for me when I informed him I was on my way already.

When we finished the short conversation, I just held my phone in my hand. I understood that life is unpredictable, and she couldn't afford to argue with the landlord. After sighing, I informed the driver that I wanted to get off the car, so he pulled off on a roadside. After he drove off, I got my phone in my hand again, and I continued searching for a suitable house.

However, as I made calls one after another, either the other party had no time to show the house or the house was already rented out.

I still didn't want to give up, so I continued searching. The houses either were too far from the company or outrageously expensive that I couldn't afford.

It got even darker, and that made me disappointed, as I believed I would be able to find somewhere to live.

I just stared at the solar street lamps lit up one by one on the roadside. I felt extremely exhausted. I knew it wasn't a physical tiredness in my body, it was the downheartedness that tortured my soul. The only thing I wanted was my bed, but I didn't dare to go back to the White Rose Manor, where I needed to face William. But with nowhere else to go, the bustling street made me feel exceptionally lonely.

For a moment, I imagined what people without having a home could feel. It could be horrible to live without a shelter when it is cold outside, when it is raining.

The fear and anxiety of being homeless made me restless and uneasy. I sat by the roadside for a long time. These kinds of thoughts were on my mind. Is that really what will happen to me? Is there really only two ways that I can choose from? One way was to go back and endure my best friend's husband to get advantage of my feelings, and force me to be with him. The other way was to become homeless. None of them sounded good at all.

Regardless, I had to go to work the next day.

Taking it step by step, I decided to focus on my job first, hoping that Miley would be back soon, occupying her husband's mind, so he wouldn't need my company.

I didn't give up on finding a place to live, though. I was going to move out as soon as a rental was available for me; I promised myself before I stood up.

I was starving, realising only then I hadn't eaten anything all day. I glanced around, and I found myself inadvertently getting off at the place where I used to live.

The whole street was filled with eateries, offering a variety of delicious food.

Back when I was with Eric, he occasionally took me to street stalls for meals. Most of the time we had fun, and I never questioned him about why I had to pay the bill all the time.

I couldn't help but recall some memories of the time we were together.

When he was smiling and thanking me for enduring the hardship with him, promising me he would repay everything that I gave to him, helping him to become successful.

During these meals, he often talked about the state our life would change then. He described the house we would buy once, how we would furnish it, and how beautiful our garden would be. He also planned how many bedrooms we would need, as he intended to fill the house with kids with me.

I believed his lies, failing to see that this man had lofty ambitions but lacked the ability to achieve them.

I randomly chose a store, and I ordered pizza.

In the past, I occasionally came here when I felt down. Actually, I preferred this place over everything at the White Rose Manor. It felt like the place I truly belonged. There wasn't a creepy atmosphere filled with old and antique stuff that probably cost a fortune, and there wasn't a butler that watched all my steps.

I sneered at myself, mocking my inability to rise above my circumstances.

"Sissy?"

A familiar voice called my name from behind, causing me to instinctively turn around, only to see a face I detested to the extreme.

Eric, however, appeared very cheerful, sitting directly across from me, staring at me from my head to my toe, and smiling.

"Long time no see. You look even more beautiful than before."

He seemed like a long-lost friend, completely forgetting how he had absconded with my money. I couldn't believe he really wanted me to pretend there was nothing bad happening between us. Like, he didn't make me leave our home with a suitcase only.

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While I had many thoughts in my head, I was just watching him sit down before I could react.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him in shock.

"I was just passing by. Eric chuckled. "Meeting you is such a delight, Sissy. You have no idea how much I have missed you since we parted ways."

He even reached out to hold my hand, but I stood up suddenly, taking a step back.

It had only been a little over a month since we last met. Why did this man now look so sleazy and repugnant to me? Had I changed, or had he changed? I questioned myself. "What is wrong? Are you unhappy to see me?" Eric inquired.

I only laughed coldly.

"You ran off with my money, you remember? How could you expect me to be happy to see you? Have you forgotten how you humiliated me when you left?"

Eric's face stiffened for a moment before managing to force a smile.

"What are you talking about? I was just so angry back then. It was just the heat of the moment?"

What a convenient excuse! I thought.