Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 139: Lilia Please..

Lilia’s body began to shiver. She couldn’t wrap her mind around what was happening. She hadn’t planned on meeting him this way—not like this, not after everything. Her thoughts were in chaos, too much for her to process.

The recording.

The truth.

Everything.

It was all too much for her little brain to handle.

Why had Zethan kept such a thing from her? And why was she dying? What else was he hiding? It seemed there was a lot she didn’t know about this husband of hers. Maybe the parts she thought she knew were nothing compared to what was buried deep beneath the surface.

She shook her head slowly, whispering in disbelief, "Wow... and here I thought there was something real between us."

Her voice cracked. The tears wouldn’t stop.

Then she turned slightly and muttered, "Please..."

But the words didn’t come. Nothing came. She didn’t even know what she was doing anymore. She didn’t even know why she was begging.

It was like her heart refused to believe, but her mind could not deny what she heard.

The reason he married her... was because she was dying?

Because of her death?

Then why did he marry her in the first place?

Shouldn’t that have been the reason not to marry her?

The realization was crushing—a storm inside her head that refused to calm. She shook her head harder now, trembling more than usual.

Zethan stood there unmoving, his jaw working. If only she knew how badly he had wanted to tell her, but the fear of her running had stopped him. If only she knew how he couldn’t bear to stay without her—how this affected him more than she could ever imagine, even haunting his dreams. If only she knew... how much he wanted to hold her right now, to hug her, to feel her warmth in his arms. But that felt far from possible now.

"Please... please, please," she begged. "If you hate me... then you’ll let me come with you to that mansion."

Those words alone made Zethan freeze. He understood what she meant.

She tried again, voice broken. "So tell me..."

She stopped. She couldn’t even finish. Her throat felt like it was tied by an invisible chain, stopping her.

The man she loved—the man she trusted more than anyone, more than her own blood—had broken her. And now, truthfully, who could blame her for wanting to walk away? Who would even want an explanation?

Was that why it hurt more? Because she was in love with him?

She swallowed thickly and said, barely above a whisper, "One last thing, Zethan... Tell me—was everything we shared real?"

She didn’t know why, but she clung to that last wall. She needed to know the truth.

Zethan’s eyes widened. His jaw clenched.

"Lilia," he said softly, "everything we shared was real. All of it. Every f*cking thing, sweetheart."

He moved to hold her, but Lilia stepped back, her face unreadable.

"How do you expect me to believe you now? How?"

She turned away, smacking her lips, unable to look at him.

Then her voice came again, cold and quiet. "Let’s divorce, Zethan. I want this to be the... last... time we see each other."

Zethan shook his head, his deep voice final. "We can’t, Lilia I won’t allow that Loris."

She stared at him, eyes hollow. She didn’t know what to think anymore. Would it have been better if she hadn’t gone to that masquerade party in the first place? Maybe none of this would’ve happened.

"Just give me three days," she said suddenly, breaking the silence. "Please. I need to think." She spoke even though the look on her face told Zethan otherwise.

And with that, she turned and began crossing the road to her car.

But that didn’t matter now. This time, Zethan had made up his mind—he wasn’t going to let her go. It was too late for her to run. No matter how far she drove or where she ran, he would follow. He would join her. If being with her meant going through anything, then that’s exactly what he would do. He wasn’t going to let her leave—not without him. If this was truly what she wanted, fine. But he would at least be by her side.

Lilia entered the car and started driving. Her lips trembled as she bit them hard, tears rolling down her cheeks. She wiped them away furiously, focusing on the road ahead. Then she glanced into the rearview mirror, and her eyes widened slightly—Zethan was still following her.

"Oh please," she whispered to herself, confused and frustrated. Why was he still following her? She had told him to give her three days and she’d return—even though she had no intention of coming back.

The pain in her chest was heavier than she’d expected. She had planned to tell him about the recording, about everything... but it was all just too much. The secrets, the tension between them—it clouded her thoughts until she could barely think straight. She increased her speed.

So all those plans they had—about babies, quadruplets, their future—everything... Was it just a lie? Her lips trembled as she bit down hard—so hard that blood trickled down her chin.

Suddenly, she noticed the road ahead led to a bridge—a massive bridge with no guardrails. Panic struck her as she realized she was speeding toward it. Her eyes widened in horror as she tried to steer away, but she was going too fast.

Slamming the brakes, the tires screeched—but it was too late. The car skidded wildly, gliding across the road before soaring over the edge. In a heartbeat, it plunged into the air—

PISHHHHHH

—and entered the ocean below, sinking deep into the dark waters.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as her heart pounded louder and louder. The car kept sinking, dragging her deeper into the cold, dark abyss. And yet, the only word that slipped from her trembling lips was Zethan—his name, the only thing that filled her mind in that terrifying moment.

She couldn’t believe this was how it would all end. So suddenly. So tragically. Her lips quivered as she bit down hard, trying to hold herself together, but the panic only grew as water began to seep slowly into the car. The pressure built around her. The silence was deafening as suffocation began to cling.

No... not like this.

She unfastened her seatbelt in a rush, forcing herself upright. Her hands scrambled against the door. Using every ounce of strength, she pushed her knee back and slammed it into the door. Once. Twice. Her breath caught as she hit it again—and finally, it gave way with a sharp crack.

The door creaked open, and freezing water surged in, slapping her skin. Without wasting a second, Lilia forced herself out, the water enveloping her fully—cold and icy.

A memory flashed—Zethan’s smile, the beach day he promised. "I’ll teach you how to swim," he’d said. Another tear slipped from her eye, only to be swallowed by the water as she flailed forward, her arms slicing through the resistance.

She kicked, pushed, fought her way upward. Her lungs screamed for air. Her vision blurred. Her head spun. Only if he had taught her how to swim... She opened her mouth—only to choke as water rushed in.

She needed air.

Air... Air...

She clawed upward, but the surface was too far. Her limbs grew heavy. Her body, too light.

Then... she saw it.

Movement.

A dark shape in the distance.

Her fingers trembled as her heartbeat slowed.

Her mouth opened in a silent scream.

Shark.

Her eyes stung from the water. She couldn’t see clearly. She needed air—she was suffocating—and knowing she wouldn’t reach the surface anytime soon made it worse.

Her brain felt foggy. Her eyes slowly fluttered shut as she blacked out, her body sinking deeper into the water.

Zethan moved.

With an unnatural burst of speed, he dove into the ocean. His face was as cold as ice, his glowing red eyes blazing like fire. The water bent around him as he shot through it, faster than any human could ever move. His gaze scanned the depths until—there. Lilia.

Her body drifted lower.

His heart clenched.

He surged forward, reaching her in seconds, wrapping one arm tightly around her waist. The moment his skin touched hers, rage, fear, and heartbreak clashed violently inside him. The emotions twisted in his chest like fire. All he could think was: This is my fault.

He held her close—protectively, possessively—and began to swim upward with supernatural strength.

Then he saw them.

Sharks.

Dozens. No—more. As he rose, they followed, drawn by something dark, ancient. The faster he moved, the more of them gathered. It was as if he was summoning them without meaning to. Still, he didn’t stop.

He knew it now—the little amount of blood from his wife had drawn them. Her blood. That was why it was forbidden.

A devilish smile touched his lips—sharp and cold, like he was in hell itself.

Let them come.

He wouldn’t let anything touch her.

Still clutching Lilia, Zethan broke through the surface and surged toward shore. His fangs elongated, eyes blazing even brighter. His legs kicked through the shallows with purpose until—finally—he reached land.

The ocean breeze hit them both as he leapt from the edge, landing heavily on the grassy shoreline. His expression was unreadable as he gently laid her on the soft earth, her eyes still closed.

"Lilia..." he whispered, crouching low, bringing his lips to hers.

He pushed air into her lungs, then pressed on her chest.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Water spilled from her lips, but she didn’t move.

She didn’t breathe.

Zethan’s body trembled. Panic flickered in his eyes.

"Lilia... please... please..." he whispered brokenly, before pressing his lips to hers again, trying to revive her. He had never looked this broken in his life—in fact, the emotions he felt were too new.

But she remained still.

Lifeless.