Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 91: Run..

Zethan fell silent, his mind still reeling from what had just happened. Before he could even respond, Lilia pulled away slightly, her expression innocent—completely unaware of the effect she had on him.

"I just wanted to put it back in place... it was moving by itself," she murmured, almost as if she were scolding it.

"It was hitting my..." She immediately fell silent, her face burning crimson.

Zethan’s eyes widened slightly, his lips parting, but before he could even process her words—

"Ah, ah, achoo!"

She sneezed again.

A deep sigh escaped him as he ran a hand through his wet hair. His head fell back against the tub, eyes closing as he covered them with the back of his hand. He couldn’t believe what had just happened.

She had touched him.

And not in a teasing or seductive way—but because she genuinely thought it needed to be put back in place.

It shocked him to the core.

Finally, he spoke, his voice slightly hoarse.

"You need to change into something warm."

Lilia nodded, standing from the tub. As she stepped toward the shower area to rinse off, Zethan watched her, his eyes darkening.

The water cascaded down her face, trailing down the delicate line of her neck, her curves, and lower... His throat felt dry, his muscles tensing. She wasn’t even trying—yet everything she did felt seductive to him.

He exhaled sharply, forcing himself to look away as she finished. She slipped on a robe, the fabric clinging to her damp skin as she walked toward the counter. Grabbing the bag, she left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Zethan let out a deep groan, rubbing his face with both hands.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Lilia opened the bag, sorting through its contents. She found a set of pajamas—pants, a half-cut top, and a matching bra, all perfectly her size. It surprised her how well-prepared everything was.

She took out the pink long pajamas and panties with a half-cut top.

After slipping into the soft fabric, she felt relieved, clean, and warm. She took a moment to blow-dry her hair, the simple act helping to calm her nerves.

Then, she remembered.

The movie night with Zethan...

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought.

Without wasting time, she moved to the kitchen, deciding to prepare something for it. Maybe fry some chicken and make popcorn. The anticipation alone made her pulse quicken.

She walked over to the refrigerator, opened it, and carefully selected the ingredients she needed. She even grabbed some flour for the crushed chicken she planned to prepare. A satisfied smile curved her lips—being able to do all this on her own filled her with a sense of accomplishment.

Next, she moved toward the lower section of the cupboard, opening it to take out some corn for the chocolate popcorn she intended to make. Just as she reached for it, a faint sound from outside caught her attention.

It was soft, almost like a kitten’s cry.

Curious, she slowly walked to the door and pulled it open.

To her surprise, a small kitten stood right in front of her, its tiny body trembling as it let out a gentle meow.

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Zethan stepped out of the bathroom, his hands on his hair as he used the towel to dry it. He was already dressed in black pajama pants and a matching top. As he walked toward the bedroom, his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings.

That uneasy feeling—the one he had brushed aside earlier—returned with twice the intensity.

Without realizing it, his steps carried him to the kitchen. Then suddenly, he called out, "Lilia."

Silence.

His jaw tightened as he moved toward the door, opening it quietly. A split second later, instinct took over. Before time could register another breath, he had already circled the space, searching.

"Lilia," he called again.

No response. No scent. No trace of her presence.

His expression darkened as a curse formed in his mind. Then, his entire body went still—unnervingly calm, dangerously composed. His eyes flickered with something unreadable as he muttered under his breath,

"Zack, you’ve made the wrong move."

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Hours passed.

Darkness had long since settled over the dying evening, casting thick shadows across the dense forest. A car rumbled through the unpaved road, its tires crunching over scattered leaves and jagged stones.

The headlights cut through the gloom, illuminating the twisted, towering trees that lined either side of the narrow path like silent sentinels. The eerie stillness of the forest was broken only by the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional rustling of unseen creatures in the undergrowth.

Inside the vehicle, the atmosphere was relaxed—far too relaxed given the circumstances. Two men sat in the front, engaged in casual conversation, their voices carrying an air of smug satisfaction. They had been driving for hours, their lead car already well ahead, swallowed by the vast darkness ahead.

One of the men chuckled, shaking his head. "Who knew taking her would be this easy?"

"Boss really overestimated this so-called ’mysterious’ cousin of his," the driver scoffed, tapping his fingers idly against the steering wheel.

"You’re telling me that guy didn’t even notice his wife was taken?" The other let out a sharp, barking laugh, his amusement filling the confined space of the car. "Damn, and here I thought he was supposed to be dangerous."

They continued mocking their supposed enemy, their voices dripping with arrogance.

"I still don’t get why Boss sent more than ten of us just in case," the passenger muttered. "What a waste of effort."

"Right?" The driver smirked. "It’s surprising how a little kitten was enough to distract her. All because of ’cuteness.’" He stretched the word mockingly, shaking his head.

The other snickered. "And Jimmy’s getting a treat for pulling it off. Lucky bastard."

They were talking about the cat—the small, unsuspecting creature that had been used to lure their victim.

In the backseat, Lilia stirred.

Her head throbbed violently, a dull, relentless ache radiating from her skull, spreading like wildfire through her body.

A thick, dry taste coated her tongue, her throat parched. She became aware of something rough digging into the corners of her lips—cloth. A gag. The painful pressure around her wrists reminded her that she was bound, but then—

Her legs were free.

Her pulse quickened.

Panic surged, clawing at her insides, demanding release. But she knew better. She forced herself to remain still, to keep her breathing slow, steady. If they realized she was awake, she would lose whatever small advantage she had.

But how had things come to this?

Why was everything happening in a flash?

Why...just why?

Through the dimly lit interior, she saw one of the men shift slightly in his seat. Instinct kicked in, and she immediately shut her eyes, feigning unconsciousness.

The driver glanced back briefly. "What is it?"

"I think we should tie her legs too," the other muttered.

The driver scoffed. "Why? Boss said not to touch her."

"Not like that, you pervert," the man snapped. "I mean, what if she escapes?"

The driver chuckled darkly. "Escape? The same girl who got caught because of a kitten? Please."

Their laughter filled the space again.

Lilia clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms. Her stomach churned with nausea, the combined stench of sweat and stale cigarettes suffocating in the enclosed space. The throbbing in her skull intensified, the dizziness creeping up her spine, but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to focus.

Escape.

She needed to escape.

Their conversation continued, but she blocked out their voices, forcing herself to think.

Then—

The car began to slow.

Her body registered the shift instantly. The momentum changed, her stomach lurching slightly at the unexpected deceleration.

"Why the hell are we stopping?" the man snapped.

"I need to take a piss, man. Been holding it for too long. Give me ten minutes."

"Geez. Can’t you hold it?"

"It’s still hours until we get there. How do you expect me to hold it that long?"

The man groaned in irritation but eventually waved him off. "Make it quick."

A door creaked open, then slammed shut.

A few seconds later, the driver muttered, "Might as well take a piss too."

Another door shut.

Silence.

Lilia waited.

Her heart pounded so loudly she feared they would hear it.

This is my chance.

Ignoring the pain in her body, she pushed herself up, shifting cautiously. Her hands trembled, her throat burned with suppressed fear, but she had no time to waste.

She reached for the lock, her bound fingers fumbling against the smooth surface.

Click.

The backseat was unlocked.

Biting down on the gag to muffle any sound, she slid toward the opposite door, twisting awkwardly.

Her breath hitched.

Almost there.

She reached for the latch and pushed with her foot.

The door swung open.

The night air struck her like a slap—cold, sharp, and filled with the rich scent of damp earth.

Run...

The moment her feet touched the ground, she bolted.

Her movements were clumsy, her balance unstable, but she didn’t stop. She couldn’t.

The towering trees ahead loomed like skeletal figures under the pale moonlight. Without hesitation, she darted behind one, pressing herself against the rough bark, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Silence.

Then—

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"You left the damn door unlocked!"

"I didn’t! You were the last one in!"

"Shut up, man! The problem isn’t who left it unlocked. The problem is—where the hell is the girl?!"

Lilia clenched her teeth, her body trembling.

Footsteps.

Heavy. Rushed. Agitated.

They were searching.

Her pulse thundered against her ribs.

She needed to move. She needed to get farther before—

A hand tangled in her hair and yanked her back with brutal force.

A sharp gasp tore from her throat as she stumbled, pain exploding across her scalp. Her feet barely managed to find purchase as she was yanked backward, the forest spinning around her.

A venomous voice hissed into her ear.

"You fucking bitch. You really thought you could fool us?"