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WARNING
[R18]
“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

Lilia didn't know how long she had been sitting at the window of her former room, gazing outside. The mansion's exterior was beautiful—something she had never truly paid attention to before—but her mind was elsewhere. Distant. Detached.

Thoughts swirled in her head, a tangled mess of memories. But at some point, it felt like she wasn't thinking at all. Just… existing.

A soft knock at the door broke the trance. She didn't need to guess who it was.

"You can tell them to pack everything, Evie," Lilia said softly, her gaze never leaving the view beyond the glass.

The scent of a familiar cologne drifted into the room, threading through the air like a whisper. Her body tensed before she could process why. Then—

A hand. Warm, strong fingers wrapped gently around her neck, lifting her chin so she was forced to look up.

Divorce