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“I’m already engaged to him,” she blurted, her voice trembling but resolute.

Her eyes shot toward the silver-haired man, the figure who had been watching her all along. Her heart pounded in her ears as she raised her hand, pointing directly across the room. The gesture felt foreign, like it wasn’t even her own body making the movement. But there he was, sitting quietly in the VVIP section, and she had to do something. Anything.

All eyes turned toward her, and the room fell into stunned silence. The weight of a thousand gazes bore down on her, and the only sound was the frantic beat of her own heart as she waited for his response.


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Lilia’s life is turned upside down at a lavish masquerade party when an unexpected announcement claims she is engaged to Lowell, a man she has never agreed to marry. Caught between the overwhelming pressure of her parents’ expectations and the confusion surrounding her emotions, Lilia finds herself trapped in a web of deception. But when a silver-haired stranger named Zethan steals the spotlight, Lilia’s impulsive declaration sends shockwaves through the room. With her parents and Lowell thrown into chaos, Lilia is left questioning whether she has just freed herself—or unwittingly stepped into a more dangerous game of fate and manipulation.

Who would have thought their futures had already been sealed? This vampire had been obsessed with her long before she ever knew he existed.



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Vampire’s Veil Of Obsession

Zethan pulled away, and before she knew it, he laid back down on the bed.

"You don't know what you're saying, Loris."

He observed her quietly, wondering why he was so drawn to her. She wasn't the type of person he usually associated with, yet he couldn't help but be captivated. It even surprised him.

Lilia stared at him, her breath catching in her throat. The weight of his words settled over her like a thick blanket, heavy and unshakable. But she knew what she was saying—knew exactly what he was asking of her.

Her lips parted, but no words came out.

Zethan's dark eyes flickered over her features, studying the faint tremble in her bottom lip, the way her chest rose and fell a little too quickly. He could see it all. The hesitation, the conflict, the dangerous spark of something more.

"You don't want this," he murmured. "You're just curious. There's a difference between wanting it and being curious about it."

The Punishment Game