Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 138: P..please..

Lilia stepped into the mansion, with Evie quietly following behind. As they entered, Evie spoke softly, "Mrs. Lilia, aren’t you going to eat?"

Lilia turned slightly and replied gently, "You don’t have to worry, Evie. Let me see my husband first. I’ll come down once I’m done."

Evie bowed respectfully. "There’s no problem, Mrs. Lilia."

With a nod, Lilia quickly ascended the stairs. She was eager to see Zethan—truthfully, his arrival had come as a surprise. She hadn’t expected him today.

Reaching the bedroom, she opened the door—but to her surprise, Zethan wasn’t there. Her eyes widened slightly.

Where was he?

She checked the bathroom. Empty.

Puzzled, she stepped back out and began descending the stairs. Evie, noticing the shift in her expression, walked over with concern.

"Mrs. Lilia, is something wrong?" she asked softly, seeing the worry etched on Lilia’s face.

"My husband... where is he?" Lilia whispered, barely audible.

Evie hesitated before answering in a quiet voice, "Mrs. Lilia, he’s in his study right now. That means no one is allowed to enter."

Lilia raised an eyebrow.

Then she spoke, her voice low but firm, trying to keep calm even though her mind was in turmoil, her heart shattering.

"Are you trying to say... I’m not allowed into my own husband’s office?" she asked, a trace of disbelief cracking in her tone.

Evie quickly shook her head. "No, Mrs. Lilia. It’s just that... whenever Mr. Zethan enters his study, no one is allowed in—not even the staff. But I’m not sure if that rule applies to you, Mrs Lilia."

Lilia’s eyes narrowed slightly. She wasn’t interested in house rules anymore she needed to see him.

"Where is my husband’s office?" she asked, leaving no room for argument.

Evie bowed respectfully. "Mr. Zethan’s office is on the top floor. The last door at the end of the hallway, Mrs. Lilia."

"Thank you," Lilia murmured quietly.

Evie bowed again as Lilia turned and began climbing the stairs once more. Her mind was racing. She couldn’t quite piece together what Evie had said exactly—something about no one being allowed in. But... she hadn’t said Lilia couldn’t go in. That only fueled her curiosity.

It wasn’t impatience. It was need. A deep ache that had been building for far too long. She had missed him—Zethan. And he had no idea she was even here. If he did, he would’ve come to her... wouldn’t he?

Each step felt heavier than the last as she ascended to the top floor. The hallway was quiet, lined with only two doors. One of them had to be his study—Evie’s directions made that clear. The other door? A mystery, but it didn’t matter. Only Zethan did.

As her hand hovered near the doorknob, she stopped.

Voices.

Her name.

She froze.

The door muffled the words, but not enough to hide them. It was unmistakably Lucas’s voice—and Zethan’s.

Inside, Zethan sat still, locked in thought while Lucas paced the room, his tone urgent.

"Zethan, this matter is getting serious," Lucas said, his voice tight. "You need to tell your wife. You’re clearly not willing to go through with it. It’s better if she knows—at least we could try relocating her somewhere safer, somewhere her condition can be managed."

Silence. Then Zethan’s voice—cold, final.

"There is no cure, Lucas."

Lucas exhaled slowly. "I know. I’m aware. But at the very least, she deserves to know she’s dying."

The air in the room shifted.

Suddenly, Zethan’s eyes turned a deep, blood-red hue. His entire presence darkened. The temperature dropped like a blade slicing through the air.

Lucas flinched, stepping back instinctively as the rage in Zethan’s voice cut through the silence like thunder.

"That will be the last time you say those words."

Lucas bowed immediately, spine stiff, sweat prickling at the back of his neck. He knew—one wrong move, one more word, and he’d be dead. Zethan’s power pulsed around the room, raw and suffocating.

Then, in an instant, the blood-red drained from Zethan’s eyes, fading back to black. He turned away, jaw clenched, anger trembling beneath his skin as he stood.

He cursed under his breath.

And then he moved—storming toward the door, yanking it open with such force the hinges groaned.

Only to freeze in place.

Lilia.

At the end of the hallway.

At the top of the stairs.

Eyes wide. Face pale.

And then—she turned, meeting his gaze briefly.

She began to run.

"Damn it," Zethan muttered, the horror crashing into his chest like a wave. She had heard everything.

Zethan gritted his teeth, jaw tight as he stormed forward, but it was already too late.

Lilia was gone.

She was descending the stairs rapidly—no, recklessly. She didn’t even feel her foot slip. Maybe she missed a step. Maybe she didn’t. At this point, it didn’t matter.

The tears came—sharp, blinding. She wiped them away furiously, refusing to be weak. Not now.

Her heart pounded like a war drum, and her body trembled uncontrollably. It felt like she was floating, weightless and lost, yet burning alive—as if she’d been dropped into scalding oil, a slow, merciless torture. The heat of it didn’t numb her—it carved her open.

She was dying.

Those words echoed again and again in her skull, pounding with every heartbeat.

Dying. Soon.

It couldn’t be. No, it wasn’t possible.

But she had heard them. Every syllable. Every word. So clearly. Lucas’s voice. Zethan’s silence.

Her husband.

How could he? How could he keep this from her?

Her lips trembled. Her teeth clattered from the force of her trembling. Her entire body quaked violently. Anger and despair clashed within her like two cars crashing—metal against metal, soul against soul. And she couldn’t tell which was winning. They were moving at the same deadly pace. freeweɓnøvel.com

By the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, she could barely breathe.

"Evie," she said, her voice low, shaking—barely composed.

Evie turned instantly, alarm flashing in her eyes. "Mrs. Lilia, please what is the matter?"

Lilia’s back straightened slightly. Her tone sharpened. "The keys."

Evie blinked. "Keys?"

"I need the key to any car. Any one at all."

There was something in Lilia’s voice—cold, raw, and final. It shook Evie to her core. The coldness... it was nothing she had ever seen from Lilia before. She wanted to break down herself—the force of emotions in Lilia’s eyes weakened her, surprisingly. She didn’t argue. She just obeyed.

"Right away, Mrs. Lilia," she whispered, hurrying to retrieve them.

Behind, a voice roared—Zethan’s voice. Calling her name.

"Lilia!"

But she didn’t stop. Didn’t turn. Didn’t flinch.

She didn’t care. She ran—as fast as she could outside.

Not anymore.

The pain. The betrayal. The sheer weight of everything slammed into her like a tidal wave, dragging her under—and still, she didn’t stop.

Evie returned quickly, holding out the key with trembling hands. "This is the key, Mrs. L—"

Lilia nodded, took it, and turned without another word.

She threw the door open and stepped into the car. Thank heavens she had learned a bit of driving—six months wasn’t much, but it would be enough.

She started the engine.

Outside, Zethan had made it to the driveway.

"LILIA!"

She didn’t even look at him.

Her foot slammed on the gas.

The tires screeched.

And she was gone.

Zethan cursed under his breath, fury bubbling beneath his skin like a storm about to break. Without hesitation, he summoned his Vampiric Speed, found another car, yanked the door open, and slammed it shut behind him.

"F*ck... F*ck it."

He had no idea she would be this stubborn, or he would have used his speed to catch up.

The shock—the fear—hit him like a punch to the gut.

Was this what fear felt like? His fingers trembled slightly.

He had finally tasted it.

His fist pounded the steering wheel—once, twice—barely holding back his full strength. Any more, and the wheel would snap in his grip.

"Damn it, Lilia," he hissed through clenched teeth.

He ran his fingers through his hair, yanking in frustration before forcing himself to calm down. No time. No room for fury. Only focus.

He jammed the key in, and the car screeched to life.

He reversed dangerously smooth, then whipped the car forward, maneuvering through the gate at full speed. His eyes locked onto the distant shape of a car—her car—barely visible ahead.

And then he saw it.

Lilia’s car.

He pushed the accelerator, closing the distance quickly, his eyes flickering red with adrenaline and dread.

She wasn’t an easy target, but his inhuman speed on the car made it easier to reach her.

"Lilia," he said as he drew alongside her, his voice barely above a whisper as he rolled down the window. But she didn’t look. She didn’t even flinch her gaze forward as she drove.

She had seen his car coming through the rearview mirror.

He tried again, louder this time. "Lilia!"

Nothing.

The cars moved side by side, and Zethan kept pace, refusing to let her disappear into the horizon. She knew he was there—but she didn’t care.

That was when he did it.

The riskiest, most desperate move.

With a sharp breath, Zethan surged ahead, speeding just beyond her car—and then he swerved hard, cutting her off.

Her car jolted as she slammed the brakes, tires screeching against the asphalt.

Zethan’s vehicle came to a full stop directly in front of hers, forcing her into a slow, reluctant halt.

The dust settled.

Silence fell.

For a split second, time stopped.

And then—

He stepped out of the car.

His eyes—blood-red. His face—grim.

"Lilia," he said again, softly this time, the weight of his voice cracking under the pressure.

To Zethan’s surprise, the car door opened—and Lilia stepped out.

Her legs were trembling...

Her arms hung at her sides, fists clenched, and her eyes—Goodness, her eyes—were drowned in tears. Silent and heavy. She didn’t even glance at him. Instead, she started walking. If he was going to block her car, then fine. She would walk.

Zethan panicked and rushed in front of her, standing in her path.

Thank the heavens this was a secluded road, flanked by thick trees and a silent breeze. No cars. No distractions. Just them. And the truth—standing between them like a blade.

He reached out, his voice breaking as he held her shoulders. "Lilia, don’t—please. Just stop and talk to me. Tell me what you’re feeling. Please—"

But the words wouldn’t form. His tongue faltered. His body trembled. His hands shook violently as fear—real fear—clawed its way up his spine.

He had never looked so helpless before. Lilia had never seen that expression on him.

But it didn’t matter.

The anger in her eyes burned through the fog of his panic.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she spoke, her voice hoarse and trembling. "Zethan... tell me it’s not true."

He froze.

"Tell me I didn’t hear what I just heard," she whispered, almost pleading. "Tell me that I’m not dying. Tell me that you don’t know. Tell me—p..p..please t.tell me, if you...have to, Zethan—just tell me something."

Zethan stayed silent.

And that silence?

That silence shattered her.

She stepped back instinctively, pain contorting her face as he reached for her. She slapped his hand away.

"Don’t touch me," she said, voice bitter and cold. "Let go of me."

Zethan’s heart sank.

The look in her eyes—it wasn’t just anger. It was betrayal. A deep, soul-wrenching betrayal soaked in tears. Her glare wasn’t just cutting—it burned. Her sorrow made her hatred heavier, denser—like it could crush him alive.

She was breaking.

And every second he didn’t speak, she shattered further.

"Zethan..." Her voice cracked. "How long have you known?"

He didn’t answer.

"Was this—" her voice faltered, "—was this why you married me?"

Zethan looked into her eyes.

And he said the word that destroyed everything.

"...Yes."