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[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 stood in front of the mirror, staring at her flushed cheeks. She splashed water on her face once more, trying to calm her racing heart.

But as her gaze shifted to her neck, she froze. A deep purple mark—more pronounced than before—stood out against her skin.

Her cheeks burned hotter as memories of the previous night surfaced. That mark—it was his. A lingering trace of their passion.

She pressed her fingertips against it, feeling the warmth radiating beneath her skin. It wasn't just the physical reminder that made her heart pound—it was everything it symbolized. The way he had looked at her. The way he had touched her. A shiver ran down her spine.

Shaking off the thoughts, she hurried into the bath, reminding herself that someone else would need one too. Once she was done, she slipped into a robe and stepped out, only to sense a shift in the atmosphere.

The room felt heavier. Quieter. Almost suffocating.

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