Vampire's Veil Of Obsession
Chapter 74: The Wedding

Chapter 74: The Wedding

Lilia stood gracefully, her makeup done, her hair styled, and her wedding gown perfectly fitted. She looked radiant—an embodiment of elegance, warmth, and sophistication.

She wore a pure white, body-hugging gown that accentuated her figure in all the right places. Unlike traditional wedding dresses that flared from the waist, hers was distinct. The sleek fit extended to her knees before transitioning into delicate, cascading layers of embroidered netting, resembling intricate steps. Scattered across the fabric were shimmering black-silver stones, resembling tiny diamonds that glistened under the light.

The fabric hugged her curves effortlessly, sculpting her into a vision of unparalleled beauty. Every movement she made was fluid, graceful, as if she had stepped out of a dream. It was impossible to look away.

Her hair was styled in a breathtaking fashion—half-swept to subtly veil her eyes before gathering into a bow-like bun at the back. Elegant silver hairpins and accessories adorned her locks, adding a regal touch. Her makeup was flawlessly applied, complementing her striking golden-brown eyes, long lashes, and soft pink lips enhanced with a subtle gloss.

Everything blended into perfection. She had always been breathtaking, but at this moment, she was utterly mesmerizing.

A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.

Not long after, Evie entered.

"It’s time, Mrs Lilia," she said, her voice gentle yet firm.

Lilia’s heart pounded loudly in her chest. She knew exactly what this moment meant. The night had fully embraced the dying evening, and her heartbeat only grew stronger. Was it excitement? Nerves? She couldn’t tell—her emotions were tangled, a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

Her fingers curled slightly at her sides as she took in a slow breath. Thiswasit.

She nodded quietly and stepped forward.

Evie

Of course, her bridesmaid. The woman she had chosen. Lilia had always considered herself meticulous, and this choice had been no different.

Now, as she walked beside Evie, she felt a quiet sense of gratitude.

Evie wore a simple yet elegant white gown that stopped just above her knees—subtle, yet fitting for a bridesmaid. The fabric shimmered faintly under the dim golden lights, its soft glow complementing the gentle grace in Evie’s posture. Together, they made their way to the church, stopping before the grand entrance.

A lady approached, her demeanor poised, yet her expression unreadable. In her hands, she carried something delicate, something precious.

A bouquet.

She extended it toward Lilia, her voice as calm as the night breeze.

"The doors will open in a minute, Ms. Lilia," she said gently. "Once they do, you may enter."

Lilia nodded, her gaze dropping to the bouquet in her hands.

Her breath hitched.

Her eyes widened.

A white rose—pure and delicate—but right in the center, nestled among the petals, was a single black flower.

For a moment, time itself seemed to still.

Her heart thudded harder. She hadn’t expected this. Of all things, she never imagined... this.

No wonder. No wonder her gown had those black crystal embellishments. No wonder this bouquet felt different. That one dark bloom—it stood apart from the rest, stirring something deep within her. A feeling she couldn’t quite name.

Then Evie’s voice broke through her thoughts.

"Mrs Lilia, the doors will open in five seconds."

Lilia inhaled sharply.

"Mrs Lilia," Evie said softly, her voice steady despite the air of anticipation surrounding them. "You don’t have to worry. Remember, I’m always at your side."

Lilia turned to her, a small smile forming on her lips. A silent exchange passed between them—something unspoken, yet understood.

She nodded.

And then—the doors opened.

Lilia’s breath hitched as the doors swung wide, unveiling the sight before her.

The sheer grandeur of it was overwhelming. A massive crowd filled the space, but this wasn’t like any church she had ever known. The arrangement was entirely different. Instead of the usual rows of pews, the chairs were set in a circular formation.

At the center stood the priest, his presence dwarfed by the intensity of the moment. To the side, Zethan waited, his tall, imposing figure framed by the soft glow of Chandelier Light Just behind him, Lucas stood in quiet observation.

Her wide eyes flickered upward, drawn to the radiant glow of the chandelier above.

It was nothing like what she expected. Shouldn’t the layout be straight, like a normal church? But no—this was different.

Unique.

Purposeful.

Her breath caught again when her gaze finally landed on Zethan, only to find his eyes already locked onto hers.

A soft smile graced Lilia’s lips as she stepped forward, her movements slow, deliberate. The gentle sound of a violin filled the air, wrapping around her like a delicate thread of fate. Each note resonated deep within her, sinking into the marrow of her being.

Her gaze remained locked on Zethan, yet she was keenly aware of the musicians at the side—each stroke of the bow against the strings, each soft chord from the piano blending into a seamless harmony.

The beauty of it all made her chest tighten.

A sudden rush of emotions swelled within her.

She felt the sting of tears threatening to fall, but she bit her lip, willing herself to hold them back.

Not now.

She couldn’t afford to ruin her makeup—not now.

And then she saw it—that slow, fleeting smile on Zethan’s lips.

She had caught it.

Her heart pounded against her ribs as she drew closer, her gaze drifting for just a moment. That was when she noticed his suit.

It was flawless.

A perfectly tailored black suit, crafted as if time itself had woven it just for him. Every stitch, every detail—perfection. The fabric hugged his form, emphasizing his elegance. Even the suit trousers and shoes were immaculate, completing the breathtaking sight before her.

And then there was his silver hair.

Swept back, though a few rebellious strands fell across his face, adding to his effortless charm.

Everything about him was simply perfect.

As she neared him, he extended his hands, and she placed hers on top.

Her eyes fluttered to the old priest briefly—it seemed he was already sweating—before shifting back to meet Zethan’s gaze.

A soft smile curved her lips.

Until—

His voice, a deep whisper, sent a shiver down her spine.

"You look very gorgeous, my wife."

Lilia’s cheeks burned with a deep, uncontrollable flush.

Lilia bit her lip hesitantly as she turned to him. Zethan’s gaze dropped to her lips, a soft smile tugging at his own. She was breathtaking—he had always known that. But today, she was something else entirely. And for some inexplicable reason, a strange, unfamiliar emotion stirred within him. It was something he couldn’t name, something foreign yet undeniable. He was certain he had never felt this before.

Lilia’s eyes swept across the room, taking in her surroundings. It was only then that she realized—among the meticulously arranged chairs, everything was set with an almost unnatural precision. The seating was structured so perfectly, so seamlessly aligned, that it exuded an air of careful orchestration. Yet no one had told her.

And then, it hit her.

This place screamed wealth.

No one needed to tell her that the people gathered here were extraordinarily rich. It was evident in the grandiosity of the setting, the effortless elegance that surrounded them.

Her gaze flickered once more, searching—until it landed on Zethan again.

Their eyes locked.

Those dark crystal orbs of his bore into hers, holding an intensity that made her breath hitch. It was as if he already knew what she was going to say before she even said it. And in that moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the room, the only ones who could understand the truth—

She hadn’t heard a single word of what the priest had said.

Then, she noticed it.

The slight tremor in the priest’s hands. The way sweat glistened on his forehead.

No one needed to tell her.

This husband of hers—Zethan—wasunknowinglyintimidatingthepriesthimself.

The priest continued to speak, but neither of them was listening. Their eyes remained locked, lost in a silent conversation of their own. The words of the ceremony faded into the background, drowned out by the steady thrumming of emotions between them.

Then, before the priest could utter the sacred words, before the moment was officially declared—

Zethan moved.

With a swift pull, he closed the space between them. The crowd gasped as he gently gripped Lilia’s waist, tilting her chin up. And before anyone could process what was happening—

His lips crashed onto hers.

A stunned silence fell over the room. Shock rippled through the crowd. The priest hadn’t even spoken the words Youmaykissthebrideyet.

Yet, there they were.

Amid the sea of astonished faces, one figure remained unnervingly calm. A glass of red wine rested in his hand, the deep crimson swirling as his fingers tightened around the stem. His sharp, calculating eyes fixated on the couple. Then, a slow, dangerous smile stretched across his lips as he murmured,

"So, they weren’t lying... She is remarkably beautiful."

His grip on the glass tightened slightly, the smirk on his face deepening.

"I want her."

Zack smirked, his gaze burning with intent.

"Oh, Brother, you did not tell me this wife of yours was this glamorous, huh?"

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