Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 142: Kill Or Die

Lilia’s eyes widened.

"K..kill my husband?"

Then, the lady spoke quietly. "Please, do it before it’s too late."

Lilia responded. "You said I’m dead, right? So, how do you expect me to return to the land of the living?"

The woman spoke again, her voice low. "I can take you there. But my powers are limited. You’ll only have thirty minutes. Spend your time wisely and kill him.

The woman’s hair shimmered, almost silky, though she appeared older. "What does this benefit you?" Lilia asked.

"It doesn’t just benefit me, my dear," the lady replied. "It benefits you as well. You will live."

Lilia shook her head. "I can’t."

The woman began to chant, her words reverberating in the air. She extended her hand, and from her palm, a transparent knife appeared. She spoke again, her tone insistent. "Here, take it. Take it. It can only be seen by you. My dear, only you can see it. You have thirty minutes to stab him. If you don’t, you are the one dying instead. Either you die, or he dies—for one of you to live. If you agree, you will go to the land of the living. If you don’t, you won’t."

Lilia then spoke, staring at the knife in her hand. "He’s a vampire. It won’t work."

"Yes," the lady answered, "that’s why it’s like this." The knife gleamed in the darkness, its form resembling a crystal—no handle, just like a diamond, but slightly sharper and stone-like in texture.

"This is a rare knife, the last one in fact, that is able to kill a high-breed pureblood vampire like him," the lady explained.

Lilia began to shake her head. She couldn’t do it. "If I do this, what’s the difference between me and my husband?" she asked.

The lady’s eyes narrowed. "I see you’ve been brainwashed. Tell me, when did he ever say the three words?" No one needed to tell Lilia what the lady meant. Her heart skipped a beat, a sharp pain piercing her chest. The lack of an answer shattered her resolve.

Lilia then spoke, her tone firm and cold. "I can’t do it. It’s better I die than commit such an evil act."

"This is the last time. Are you sure about this? You are the only one capable of killing him."

"I don’t want to," Lilia spoke.

The lady finally nodded.

"Very well then, as you say."

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Lena and Lucas stood in silence, watching the flowers that had once blinked now dimmer. It was so dim. They waited, and it seemed Zethan remained in the same position, staring at the empty air, as if that alone would provide answers to all his questions. He continued to stare at the blank space, and just as Lena turned to Lucas to open her mouth to ask him a question, the lights suddenly went out.

Their eyes widened in unison, and a heavy silence fell over them. No one moved, no one spoke—not even Lena or Lucas.

Zethan stilled immediately. His head snapped toward Lilia for the first time in days, his eyes finally focusing on her as he stood. Lena and Lucas both froze, their eyes widening in surprise. How had Zethan sensed it? Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Zethan turned his gaze to the flowers, now completely off.

A brief silence hung in the air as Zethan stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on the dim flowers. No words escaped his lips, but the coldness in his eyes sent a chill through the room.

Then Lilia’s hands moved. First, her pointer finger twitched, then her second, third, and finally her fourth finger. Zethan’s head snapped toward the movement, his eyes fixed on her, watching silently.

Lilia’s eyes fluttered open slowly, adjusting to the brightness of the room. Before she turned, her gaze shifted, and her eyes met Zethan’s in a silent exchange.

Lena’s mouth opened and closed in shock. How was this possible? Her mind raced, her head shaking in disbelief. How could this be happening? How was this possible?

"She cannot be human," she whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief. How could her foresight be altered? How could fate be changed?

She had no sign, nothing.

Something must have tampered with it.

Lilia and Zethan continued to stare at each other in silence. Finally, Lilia spoke softly, her voice hoarse and quiet, as if the words had to fight their way out.

"Zethan," she whispered, her body trembling. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she spoke his name, and it was finally heard.

Just as tears began to fall down Lilia’s cheeks, Zethan finally moved, sitting on the bed and pulling Lilia into his arms. Lena glanced at Lucas, and they both quietly left, deciding to wait outside. It was a moment for Lilia and Zethan to share privately.

Zethan held Lilia gently, unsure of how to embrace her—neither too tight nor too loose, fearful that if he held her too tightly, she might disappear from his arms. Was he truly seeing her, or was this some illusion, something too real to be a mere dream? Was she real, or was it just his mind playing tricks on him again?

He gently took her hand, his voice breaking as he whispered, "Say my name again, sweetheart."

Lilia’s tears fell more freely, her gaze locked on his. In that moment, Zethan leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips, then on her cheeks, repeatedly. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, wife. I’m so sorry," he murmured, each kiss and each apology filled with the weight of regret. He kissed her again, his lips trembling with each word, as if the act of apologizing might somehow ease the ache in his heart.

It was as if her presence alone was a spell. Zethan’s cold eyes softened instantly, and his voice broke, trembling with emotion. "I wanted to say this to you, sweetheart. I wanted to tell you... long, long ago. I don’t know... Yes, I knew about it. And yes, I had my reasons for doing it, my sweetheart. But... I was afraid you’d run. I was afraid that after I told you the truth—after I told you the reasons why I married you in the first place—you’d leave. That was my fear. I didn’t want to lose you..."

His voice faltered as Lilia’s tears continued to fall. "Please, don’t cry," he begged, his arms tightening around her. He kissed her cheeks gently, his lips brushing against her skin with every word. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice desperate.

Lilia quickly looked at him, her gaze filled with emotions and pain. Zethan continued, "I don’t know how it happened, how you’re here, but... I’m happy. I’m so happy." He hugged her tight again. "Please forgive me," he whispered.

Lilia stayed silent, the only word that escaped her lips was his name. She shook her head, unable to speak further, and Zethan’s voice softened again. "I am sorry," he murmured.

He then stood up and walked to the table, retrieving a bottle of water. He opened it carefully and brought it to her lips, guiding it gently as he noticed the hoarseness in her voice. After she drank, he closed the cap and watched her silently, his heart heavy with emotions. Lilia felt guilt hit her.

If only he knew why she was here. The guilt surged through Lilia as she watched him, his gentleness, his raw emotion—something she felt was the only one seeing, even Zethan himself, who had never broken down like this to anyone. Her heart ached with the truth she couldn’t share. She had come back for a limited time, her mission clear—she was supposed to kill him. Only if he knew that...

She stared at him, torn between her duty and her feelings. Just as Zethan opened his mouth to speak, Lilia moved quickly, pulling him into a deep, searing kiss. Zethan stiffened for a moment before he kissed her back. The kiss lasted long, slow, and soft, as if they were pouring their emotions onto it, and they pulled away softly, breathless.

"Lilia... how do you feel? Tell me..." he asked, his voice thick with concern. "We could... we could, I could turn you into a vampire right now, sweetie." He didn’t know why the thought had crossed his mind, but it had. He was afraid of losing this part of her, of losing her again. He would be willing to turn her into a full vampire, even though it was forbidden for a human to undergo the transformation. As the only one allowed, if... he could turn her into a half-vampire.

"Zethan..." Lilia murmured softly.

"Yes, my wife?"

"What if I told you... I am dying soon?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. Zethan shook his head immediately.

"No, you won’t," his tone firm. "Let me turn you into a vampire, sweetie. You’ll live long. We will live together, please." His words were filled with urgency, as if her very existence depended on it.

Lilia’s body froze, shocked by his plea. She had never seen him look so broken before—so vulnerable. The cold layers around him seemed to melt away, and for the first time, she was seeing the warmth within. Her breath trembled as she shook her head, her ink-dark hair falling around her face like a veil. Her voice was quiet, almost too soft to hear.

"I would be selfish to say yes, my husband," she whispered. Then, with a heaviness that made her heart ache, she added, "But you need to know who did this to your ex-wife."

Zethan froze, his hands suspended mid-motion as he reached to push her hair away from her face. His brow furrowed, confusion and fear rising. "W-what? Who told you?" His voice was barely more than a whisper, his shock evident.

Lilia smiled bitterly, tears streaming down her face again. The weight of her revelation sank in—so the lady had been right.

"I’m sorry, Zethan," she whispered, her voice breaking with the words she did not know how to feel doing this was she truly the villain all this while, or the memory they shared did not matter to her that the only thing when wanted was to kill him to live. "I’m doing this... for us."

Without another word, her hands moved swiftly, pulling out the knife. "I love you so much," she whispered, her voice filled with sorrow as she moved closer to him.