Page 2 of I broke my sister’s dream of becoming a queen

The vampire prince's wedding was a hundred times more important than our mate selection ceremony.

My sister and I, along with several witch companions, were brought to the vampire's Shadow Castle, forbidden to leave even a single step, to focus entirely on preparing everything for my sister's pre-wedding arrangements.

Stroking the blood crystal necklace that Alex had specially sent over, I felt nothing in my heart.

Though beautiful, this thing was nothing more than a death charm in my eyes.

In my previous life, the rewards I received were a hundred times more magnificent than my sister's. Every word and action of mine was even imitated by other women across the continent.

But behind it all, only I knew how much I suffered trying to give birth to the child in my womb.

Before I could examine it closely, a maid from my sister's side hurried over to me:

"Miss Lila, Her future Highness requests your presence."

She wants to see me? At this time, shouldn't my sister be preparing her wedding dress? Why would she think of her insignificant sister?

Though I still had some doubts, she was now the prince's publicly acknowledged fiancée, and I had no power to resist her words.

As soon as I reached my sister's room, I saw Alex with his shirt open, looking completely satisfied as he walked out from inside.

I quickly lowered my head. He didn't even glance at me.

His scent was all too familiar—that unique aroma vampires emit after passion, a mixture of blood and roses.

I knew my sister had already slept with him.

There was no helping it. After witches come of age, they often lose control of themselves. Once they touch a man they desire, they can't help but draw closer—this was our fatal weakness.

My sister lay half-reclined on the bed with a smile, covered only by a thin silk sheet that did nothing to conceal her alluring figure.

Seeing me enter, her expression instantly darkened. She slowly extended one finger, pointing at the embroidery pattern on the table:

"You embroidered this? Very good."

I didn't dare move. Since childhood, she had beaten and scolded me at will—why would she be so kind as to praise me now?

Moreover, thinking of how she had pushed me from the precipice in my previous life, my heart began beating uncontrollably.

Seeing I didn't move, she suddenly sat up from the bed.

She grabbed the silver candlestick beside her and hurled it viciously at my head.

Blood blurred my vision as I forced down my inner rage and knelt on the ground.

She seemed quite satisfied with my reaction and spoke lazily:

"I brought you all here to watch carefully how I obtained all of this step by step. You'd better put away those restless thoughts and stop hovering around the prince, or else..."

I looked up to meet my sister's gaze: "As you wish, Your Highness."

She was momentarily shocked by the calmness in my eyes, then walked over and grabbed my hair:

"Lila, do you think I don't know that you've been reborn too?"

Hearing the word "reborn," a flash of darkness crossed my eyes.

She snorted coldly and threw the embroidery pattern in my face: "You grew up in the witch's forest—how could you embroider the blood rose emblem that only the vampire queen can use? You still dare to lie to me!"

I sighed softly and stood up from the ground, supporting my forehead:

"Sister, I never wanted to compete with you, and I absolutely won't appear before the prince."

But she just laughed mockingly, her fingers caressing my face:

"Do you think I would lose to an ugly girl like you? Even if you wanted to compete, you couldn't beat me."

I fell silent.

Some things I didn't fight for because I wanted to live longer.

Only fools would obsess over such beautiful poison.