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The Elias clan hated anyone with impure blood. In my previous life, my fiancé Derek Elias, the clan heir, went against the elders and insisted on marrying Ella Hart, a human girl, to be his duchess. The elders were furious. They tore out her throat right in front of everyone and served her body at the table. I couldn't stand by and do nothing, so I secretly made arrangements to look after that girl's family. But on our five-hundredth wedding anniversary, Derek crucified me and drove an aspen stake through my heart. His eyes were blood red, his fangs sharp and gleaming. There wasn't an ounce of warmth in his gaze. "If I hadn't been forced to marry you, Ella wouldn't have been dead. "These five hundred years, every time I looked at you, I felt sick. Tina, go to hell and pay for your sins." That was when I finally understood. He had always hated me. The affection he showed was nothing more than an act born from fear of my family. Now I was back at the ball where he was supposed to choose his wife. However, this time, I stepped into the spotlight and danced perfectly.