Vampire's Veil Of Obsession
Chapter 75: Surprise Kiss

Chapter 75: Surprise Kiss

Lilia’s eyes flew wide in shock as Zethan’s lips met hers.

She hadn’t expected that—not in the slightest.

A kiss.

A real kiss, in front of everyone.

Her breath hitched as warmth spread across her face. She had attended various weddings before, but this—this was different. It wasn’t just surprising; it was stunning, breathtaking, almost surreal. Nothing like this had ever happened to her.

Not in her wildest dreams.

The moment stretched endlessly before her, the sound of her own heartbeat thudding in her ears. She felt the eyes of the audience, their murmurs of surprise barely reaching her through the haze of emotions swirling inside her.

Then, after a brief pause, the priest let out a small chuckle, shaking his head in quiet amusement. His lips curled into a knowing smile, his eyes reflecting something akin to admiration.

Finally, he spoke.

"Miss Lilia, do you take Mr. Zethan as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness, and in health, with an open and faithful heart?"

Lilia swallowed hard.

The weight of the moment pressed down on her like a heavy veil, suffocating yet intoxicating.

A single nod.

And then—

"Yes, I do."

Her voice, barely above a whisper, held a quiet resolve.

The priest turned his attention to Zethan, his voice carrying the gravity of the vow.

"Mr. Zethan, do you take Miss Lilia as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, with an open heart?"

Zethan met her gaze without hesitation, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"I do."

His voice was firm, unwavering.

The silence that followed was brief but significant. The priest hesitated for just a moment, as if contemplating whether to say anything more.

Then, he continued.

"You may now kiss the bri—"

Before he could finish, Zethan moved.

Fast.

Lilia gasped as he pulled her toward him once more, her body stumbling slightly into his firm grasp. Heat rushed to her cheeks, but he had anticipated it—had seen it coming even before she had.

His lips met hers again, effortlessly stealing the breath from her lungs.

The world around them faded.

For a fleeting moment, she forgot everything—the crowd, the whispers, the weight of expectations pressing down on her shoulders.

There was only him.

And the way his lips moved against hers—gentle yet demanding, possessive yet teasing.

Then, the soft sound of clapping reached her ears. It wasn’t the usual uproar of wedding applause. It was slow, rhythmic, almost melodic.

Lilia barely had time to register what was happening before Zethan pulled away, his gaze locked onto hers.

Her breath came in shallow gasps. Her cheeks burned, betraying the storm of emotions swirling inside her.

She cast a fleeting glance at the priest, but before she could gather her thoughts—

"You two are now declared husband and wife."

The applause came again, a wave of sound washing over her.

As the lights dimmed once more, soft melodies of a violin and piano intertwined, casting an enchanting spell over the venue.

Lilia blinked, trying to grasp the situation, but before she could make sense of it, the priest bowed his head respectfully—

And walked away.

Wait—what was going on now?

Her gaze darted to the large screen above them.

A single announcement flashed across it in elegant, flowing letters.

FirstDance: Bride and Groom.

Her breath caught.

Wait, what?

How?

Her heart raced as she processed the words.

A church wedding had always been traditional, sacred—expected. She had attended many before. Yet, this? This was entirely different.

And more importantly—

Did she hate it?

’No’

Then why did everything feel so strangely exhilarating, as if she were stepping into a whole new world?

The lights dimmed further, shadows stretching across the grand hall.

Then—

A single hand rose.

Zethan.

"May I have this dance, Mrs. Zethan?"

His voice was smooth, controlled, laced with something unspoken.

Lilia’s breath hitched.

He stood there, poised yet relaxed, exuding effortless confidence. His dark gaze held hers captive, unwavering.

Then, in a voice just as soft, she answered—

"Why would I ever reject you, Mr. Zethan?"

The words left her lips before she could stop them.

And yet, she meant them.

Her thoughts spun wildly, but before she could process them, he merely shrugged and reached for her hand.

His grip was warm, firm—just like his presence.

Then, they began to dance.

The space around them blurred, the golden glow of the chandeliers casting an ethereal light upon the polished floor. Their movements were effortless, a perfect rhythm only they seemed to understand.

Lilia felt it—the way his hands moved, large yet gentle, protective yet commanding.

Her heartbeat raced as their gazes locked, a new sensation creeping up her spine.

"My wife seems a little flustered," Zethan murmured, voice teasing.

Yet, something in his eyes held a deeper meaning.

Lilia narrowed her eyes, her lips pressing into a thin line.

"Who wouldn’t be?" she shot back. "After what you pulled this evening—"

She bit her lip halfway through her words, flustered all over again.

Zethan’s gaze darkened slightly, his lips curving into a knowing smirk.

"That’s exactly why I did it."

His voice was lower now, deliberate.

"Because of the way you bite those lips of yours. Maybe if I do it instead..."

His fingers brushed against her chin, tilting it slightly, but before he could follow through, his hands returned to her waist.

"...it’ll stop you from hurting yourself."

Lilia’s breath caught in her throat just as the music swelled, their bodies spinning together in perfect harmony.

She shot him a soft glare, but he only smirked, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"But still," she huffed. "You shouldn’t have done that. You’re so—so shameless, this man."

Zethan chuckled, leaning in just enough for her to hear.

"As long as I’m with you, then fine. I’ll continue to be that shameless husband."

His lips brushed her ear ever so slightly.

"My wife, don’t forget... tonight is our night."

Lilia stiffened.

He leaned back, watching her reaction with amusement.

"I can do all I want with you now," he murmured. "We are legally wedded. Husband and wife."

Her breath caught.

Her heart pounded.

’This man is seriously something’

That’s what he’s talking about.

Zethan’s smirk deepened.

"You can’t run from me anymore, Loris. No more excuses."

Lilia’s eyes darted to him, but before she could react, he suddenly pulled her closer. Their movements were seamless—perfectly synchronized—as he guided her effortlessly, their bodies moving in harmony. Then, without warning, he lifted her, spinning her mid-air before lowering her back down with practiced ease.

Lilia’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded.

That was one of the riskiest dance transitions—one of the most challenging moves she had ever struggled with. And yet, as the slow clap of the crowd began, realization struck her like a jolt.

He had done it flawlessly. Effortlessly.

She was still catching her breath. Thank goodness she had practiced that step countless times. Even then, she had stumbled more often than not. But him?

Zethan had executed it without hesitation.

Unplanned.

If even the slightest thing had gone wrong, she might have fallen. But she knew now—Zethan was always two steps ahead.

As the music slowed, signaling the approaching end of their performance, they prepared for the final move.

She spun—once, twice, three times—her movements fluid, yet controlled. Then, with perfect precision, she glided toward the edge of the dance floor. Her hand reached for him. He caught her effortlessly, pulling her into his arms in one smooth motion.

Her body pressed against his, her legs slightly lifted, creating a striking silhouette.

The applause erupted.

The audience clapped in perfect rhythm with the moment, as if the entire performance had been meticulously orchestrated.

Zethan took her hand gently, his grip firm yet tender. Slowly—deliberately—he raised her knuckles to his lips, grazing them softly before trailing higher, his lips ghosting over hers.

Her breath faltered.

His lips lingered, teasing. A heartbeat passed—then another—before instinct took over, and she pulled away.

Then, she stopped.

Just inches from him.

Her teeth sank into her lower lip before she caught herself.

She knew exactly what he would do if he saw her biting her lip now.

Shamelessman.

But this time, she wouldn’t fall for it so easily.

They made their way toward the small staircase on the other side, walking in perfect harmony. Awaiting them were two elegant seats, reserved solely for them.

The lights brightened once more, and the soft melody of a piano filled the air, signaling the beginning of an open dance. Couples swayed gracefully across the floor, lost in their own rhythm.

Meanwhile, preparations for the feast were well underway. Exquisite dishes were carefully arranged, each plate complementing the next in a flawless display. The tables were adorned with lavish spreads, a testament to the grandeur of the evening.

Then, at last, Zethan turned to her, his voice low yet certain.

"We’re leaving for our honeymoon tonight."

Lilia’s eyes widened.

That knowing smile—that confident glint in his gaze—sent a shiver down her spine.

He had plans.

And she knew him well enough to understand one thing.

He had been waiting for this moment all along.

Just then, movement from the crowd caught her attention. Some guests were rising from their seats, their actions precise, almost as if anticipating something. Conversations hummed around her, but her focus had already shifted.

Her gaze landed on someone.

Her breath hitched.

He looked so much like Zethan. The resemblance was uncanny—except for one glaring difference. While Zethan’s silver hair gleamed under the chandelier lights, this man’s was deep, inky black.

He was beautiful. Strikingly so. But even as she acknowledged his allure, she knew—without a doubt—that no one could ever surpass Zethan’s handsomeness.

Not in her eyes.

Not in anyone’s.

Yet, something about this man unsettled her.

An eerie familiarity.

And then—his eyes met hers.

Lilia’s heart stuttered. His gaze was dark and unreadable, unwavering in its intensity. A shiver ran down her spine.

Just as she instinctively turned toward Zethan, she felt a light touch on her chin. She tilted her head slightly, eyes flickering up.

He spoke, his voice quiet—almost teasing.

"Your eyes are on me, not anyone else, sweetheart."

Ohmy.

Why did he have to say sweetheart that way?

Now her heart was beating wildly again.

Lilia’s face flushed.

Had she really been staring? Why?

She blinked, shaking off the strange feeling, just as her gaze flickered toward a far table.

A small plate sat there.

Chocolate.

Her eyes widened slightly.

Chocolate?

It was an afterthought—placed at the edge of the feast, as if the chefs themselves had debated whether it was even necessary. Most people ignored it.

But she didn’t.

Memories surfaced.

Her love for chocolate had been undeniable—so much so that her mother had banned it from their house, claiming it was too fattening. Worse, she had accused Lilia of influencing her twin sister into loving it, too.

She had gone years without it.

Zethan noticed her stare. "Do you want it?" he asked.

Lilia nodded absently, her attention still locked onto the small plate.

Zethan moved to retrieve it—

But before he could reach it, another hand had already claimed it.

Lilia stiffened.

The plate was placed before her with deliberate ease. She looked up—right into the face of the black-haired man.

He wore a soft, knowing smile as he gestured toward her, then turned his gaze to Zethan.

And then, he spoke.

"Long time no see, brother."

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