Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 119: Whispers…..

The morning light peeked softly through the thick curtains as two figures lay cuddled peacefully on the bed. Lilia’s breathing was slow and steady, her eyes still shut in slumber.

Zethan quietly watched her—something he did often, always memorizing his wife’s face. She was just too beautiful. Lilia was now wearing an oversized shirt, clearly one of Zethan’s. She shifted slightly, moving closer to him, and Zethan’s lips curved into a gentle smile as he felt her leg drape over his.

His lips curved into a subtle smirk as he stared at her. If only she knew her legs were draped over him, she’d be blushing like a ripe tomato. The thought made him chuckle softly. His hands slid beneath her shirt, gently caressing her curvy waist. His touch moved there so naturally, so smoothly, as if it had always belonged.

And then, suddenly, Zethan shut his eyes, pretending to be asleep—knowing full well Lilia was about to wake.

Lilia stirred slightly. As she opened her eyes, she yawned and turned toward him. From what she could see, he was probably still asleep.

A soft smile curved her lips as she whispered softly touching his face, "Who knew my husband was actually a sleepyhead?"

Zethan chuckled internally. ’If only she knew I’m awake.’

She continued, her voice tender, "No, a handsome... a very, very, very, very handsome sleepyhead."

She spoke, repeating the very in an affectionate way.

But then she stilled.

No one needed to tell him—she might’ve already realized his hand was resting on her bare waist.

Lilia slowly reached for his hand, gently trying to move it so she wouldn’t wake him. But to her surprise, Zethan held her tighter—wrapping his arm further around her.

Her eyes widened.

Zethan couldn’t help the curve of his lips. He was enjoying this.

Lilia’s eyes widened even more as she gasped and stared at him. "You... you were awake?"

Zethan opened his eyes slowly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Good morning, wife. I just woke up."

Lilia rolled her eyes. "Oh please, who wakes up chuckling like that?"

Zethan grinned. "I do, of course. It’s part of my vampiric abilities."

Another eye-roll from Lilia, though her cheeks were still crimson and her heart still racing from feeling those hands of his. "You don’t fool me that easily."

He nodded with mock seriousness. "Okay, wife."

Before she could say more, she felt his hand start to move—slow and gentle—tracing along her body, as if trying to memorize her shape. And then it stopped, laying on top of her v*gina.

Lilia bit her lip softly, trying to stifle the sound that almost escaped her.

"My wife," Zethan murmured, voice low and rough, "it seems I can’t quite get enough of you."

Lilia’s cheeks flushed hard. She realized just where his hand was—but tried to play it cool.

"Is there... any occasion today?" she asked softly, eyes flickering to his throat, which bobbed gently. Her heart thudded.

Zethan’s voice was barely above a whisper. "Yes, there is."

She tilted her head. "Really?"

"It’s only for the ladies," he said.

She hummed quietly, about to pull away—until he caught her wrist.

"Not yet, wife," he whispered.

"Let’s have a little quickie."

And before she could protest, he pulled her into him, capturing her lips in a deep, intoxicating kiss.

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Inside the large hall, the air buzzed with chatter and laughter, accompanied by the soft sounds of piano and violin. The only people present were women—wives of CEOs, and their daughters aged twenty and above—those specially invited to attend.

The ladies stood in elegant clusters, chatting lightly. The ball was only an hour long, and its sole purpose was conversation and networking. In truth, it was also a strategy—one where some stingy or selfish CEOs used their wives to build friendships with the wives of potential partners. All for business benefits, of course. So most of the smiles and compliments exchanged here were painfully fake.

Lilia knew that well.

She sat quietly on a plush sofa in the corner of the hall, sipping orange juice—specifically handed to her by her assistant, Evie, who wasn’t far off, watching her with attentive eyes.

Lilia was dressed simply in a dark green, body-hugging gown. Her hair, styled beautifully, was let down with cute pins matching the gown. Her elegance emitted from her aura, adding to her gorgeous look.

And then she heard it.

"Oh my, Miss Lilia. Really nice to meet you again."

Raising her head, Lilia’s gaze locked onto the woman who had just spoken—and only then did she realize who it was.

It was Tommy’s mother.

A small smile lit up the woman’s face as she walked over, giving a respectful curtsy before sitting quietly on the sofa across from Lilia.

"It’s really nice to see you again," she said with a soft smile. "I hadn’t expected to find you here... but truthfully, I was hoping I would."

She was dressed in a sleek black gown—similar in color to Lilia’s, though with a different cut and fit. Her hair was neatly parted and styled into a rich, tight bun. There was a gentle warmth in her expression as she continued.

"I haven’t even had the chance to properly thank you for what you did for my son. He’s said so much about you... so much after that day."

Lilia chuckled lightly. "He was such a cute, adorable little boy."

Tommy’s mother nodded with a fond smile. "Yes, he was. And I’m so glad he was happy with you. We hadn’t even realized he’d wandered off—he was probably just looking for us."

Lilia gave a soft nod. "Oh yes, he was."

The woman smiled again, more deeply this time. "My name is Mira. Thank you once again, Miss Lilia. I actually came here hoping to see you—and I’m glad I did. Let me check on him."

Lilia nodded, her heart lifting. She truly was happy—she’d love nothing more than to see little Tommy again, maybe next time.

Immediately after the lady left, Lilia turned to Evie. "Let me use the washroom."

Evie nodded quietly. "Okay, Mrs. Lilia. Should I follow you from behind?"

Lilia gave a soft smile. "Yeah... no problem."

They both knew why Evie was offering—just to be sure everything was okay. Ever since what happened to Lilia before, trusting people had become difficult. Evie’s silent protection had become a comforting constant.

Lilia stood and made her way toward the other exit—the hallway leading to the bathrooms. Evie remained outside, waiting dutifully, as Lilia entered alone.

She walked down the corridor and slipped quietly into the restroom on the far end. Just as she went about her business—lightly clicking her tongue, a habit she’d picked up—she heard voices coming from further down.

Women talking. Loud enough to hear, unaware of her presence.

One of them said, "Did you see the way Mr. Zethan grabbed that man’s neck? I swear, if he had stayed a little longer, he would’ve been good as gone."

Another voice joined in. "Of course. No one dares mess with him. Don’t forget who he is."

Then came a quieter voice, laced with judgment. "And that wife of his... why’s she always clinging to him like that? It’s suffocating. You’d think she’d have some class."

Lilia froze.

Another voice chimed in—low, smug. "She’s insecure. That’s all. She knows his ex-fiancée had way more grace. She’s probably terrified of being replaced."

"And honestly," another voice added, "if my partner was that clingy? I’d have divorced him a long time ago."

There was a pause... and then the last voice spoke again, almost in a whisper. "Just wait. It won’t be long before he leaves her. You’ll see."

Another finally whispered, her voice barely audible, "You have to stay calm, okay? Remember—if Mr. Zethan ever hears this conversation, we could lose everything, even go bankrupt."

Another voice responded, equally quiet. "Yes, that’s true. But this is a ladies’ party. Who’s going to hear us? This is a women’s bathroom, after all. Who could possibly be here?"

Another woman agreed. "True... But wait, did you see Miss Lilia today?"

One of them asked, "You mean his wife? Or is it his fiancée?"

The others laughed lightly, but the conversation shifted again.

"I think she came. Maybe he finally got tired of her and decided to convince her to show up for this party. I swear, I’d feel suffocated if I were him."

Another voice piped up, "Aren’t you the one who had issues with your husband? Didn’t you two end up in court to settle things?"

The room fell silent for a beat. Then someone else spoke, more sharply this time, "That’s not the issue here. Watch how you speak."

"Shh," someone else hissed, cutting in. "Let’s not argue right now. We’re talking about someone else, remember?"

The group quieted again, but only for a moment before one of them broke the silence with a laugh. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Ladies," she said, her tone light but carrying an undertone of mischief, "why don’t we make a bet? Before the end of next month, I’m betting there’ll be a divorce between Mr. Zethan and his wife."