Vampire's Veil Of Obsession-Chapter 134: One Page

"It’s on, it’s—" Lilia writhed on her bed, the book turned upside down in her hands. Her palms flew to her face as she kicked her legs again, screaming into the empty room. Grabbing her pillow, she slammed it against the bed before smothering her face with it, a muffled squeal escaping.

She rolled again. Then again. And then—

PLUP!

Her body fell to the floor as she rolled on the ground too.

"Oh my—oh my heavens," she gasped.

It was already midnight—almost past it—and yet Lilia found herself still clutching the strange black book. She was getting far too used to it. Addicted, even. Whether she wanted to or not, something about the book had cast a spell on her, urging her to keep reading. It was already late—but she didn’t care.

"I’ll just read one last page," she always whispered to herself. But that one page turned into pages and pages. And that was all she kept saying—one last page.

But then she felt it again. That same wild rush.

"No, you don’t. No, you don’t!" she shouted, pointing at the book like she was talking to one of the characters inside.

She stood, dusting her nightgown dramatically as she walked back to the bed and laid down—then sat up, a smile still lingering on her face, her cheeks burning hard.

Suddenly, she jumped off her bed and began bouncing around the room like someone possessed. Anyone who saw her would’ve thought she had gone insane—but it was the book. It was all because of the book.

She ran from one wall to the other, then jumped again, cheeks flushed, hair flying.

"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" she yelled, embarrassed.

In fact, the main reason for all this was the shock she felt when reading the sm*t—which she had never read before. Not to mention, while reading, the person she was imagining was her and Zethan. And now there was a part she couldn’t even go further on, as her mind wouldn’t let her push past it...

Panting, she paused and muttered to herself, "Calm down, Lilia. You’re a grown woman. Now go back, open that book, and read."

That intense scene—so intense that her brain couldn’t seem to catch up. That was why she ran like that, unable to contain the shock of what she had just read. Not to mention she made the characters her and Zethan. She just couldn’t help it.

And then she spoke, pacing now, fingers fidgeting at the hem of her gown.

"In fact," she muttered, "why am I even acting like this? It’s not like the book is real... right? Or is it? No, it can’t be—those scenes are too..."

She paused.

"Oh no... you author. You naughty little author." She wagged her finger at the cover like it had personally betrayed her—yet surprised her at the same time.

At this point, she was acting like one of those high school girls whose crush had finally confessed—and now she was in her room replaying the moment over and over again.

Oh, if only Zethan had seen this side of her... hmm.

"You really didn’t have to go that far," she whispered, eyes wide. "I mean—I don’t even live up to what I just read."

She spoke to the book now, treating it like a person. Like it could hear her thoughts. Like it wanted her to read more.

But she couldn’t bring herself to open it again.

She knew what she had just read. And knowing that... she didn’t think she had the guts to dive back in.

"You are a smart, brave lady. You can do this... hmm... oh, okay," she muttered, nodding to herself. "You know what you’ll do now? You’ll drip—no, drop the book. Tomorrow morning, you continue. After all, it’s late. You need rest."

She nodded again, firmer this time, trying to sound convincing to herself.

With great care, she gently closed the book and moved it to the table, placing it there like it was something sacred. Or dangerous. Or both.

"Page 812... 812... 812..." she repeated like a chant, not wanting to forget. A smile tugged at her lips as she crawled into bed, pulling the covers over her.

Another smile curled across her face—dreamier this time, softer. If anyone saw her now, they’d probably think something was very wrong with her.

But to Lilia, everything felt perfectly right.

She pulled the duvet to her neck as she whispered,

"Wait... if she’s a naughty author, then I am a naughty reader as well."

She giggled, the idea alone making her lips curve into a smile.

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Inside the dining hall, Lilia sat quietly, her fork moving slowly as she ate in silence. Every now and then, her lips curled into a soft, secretive smile.

She couldn’t stop thinking about that scene—the one she hadn’t been able to finish last night. It played over and over in her mind, teasing her with the intensity she’d left behind.

She had made herself a promise: Once I’m done eating, I’m going back to it.

And that promise... she intended to keep.

Lilia slowly picked up the fruit from the table and brought it to her lips. Just as she did, a particular scene flashed through her mind—one where the main character, Rhea, was asked a serious question by her husband, Aden. Instead of admitting she didn’t know the answer, she began telling him about herself. The memory made Lilia giggle, and a smile slowly spread across her lips.

Evie finally leaned in, worry etched into her features, and spoke quietly,

"Mrs. Lilia, please... are you feeling okay?"

Lilia nodded quietly.

"Oh Lilia, you have to calm down. If you keep smiling like this, people will think something is wrong," she said to herself, stuffing the fruit into her mouth, chewing as something suddenly clicked. A scene she hadn’t finished yet—it sounded exactly like the lesson Evie had once taught her.

"Wait a minute..." Lilia’s eyes widened as she dropped her fork. Her voice came out in a soft whisper. "Yes... Don’t tell me—the lesson you taught me... it was from that book."

Evie’s eyes widened, her face flushing.

"Mrs. Lilia?" she repeated, trying to mask her expression. "Which book are you talking about?"

"The black book. The plain black book."

Evie flushed deeper.

Lilia covered her mouth with her hand as she spoke.

"So that’s where you got the lesson from," she said, almost like she had found a missing piece. Her excitement bubbled even more.

Evie tried to maintain a professional demeanor—but it seemed she could not. The book contained much more than just a lesson—far more. In fact, when she taught Lilia, she had deliberately skipped several parts. That book... it was too dark. Too wild for someone like Lilia.

Then, softly, Evie pleaded,

"Ms. Lilia, please... could you pause reading it?"

Lilia tilted her head.

"So... does this mean you’re done with it?"

Evie shook her head quickly.

"No. Uhh—yes, I am."

Lilia’s lips curved up. From Evie’s expression, it seemed there was a part she hadn’t read yet.

"Fine. I won’t let you spoil it for me. But wow... how come you didn’t tell me that’s where the lesson came from? I thought you were speaking from experience!"

Evie flushed even harder and turned her face to the side.

"Ms. Lilia... you didn’t ask."

Lilia gave a small nod, her cheeks glowing pink. Evie could now clearly see why Lilia had been randomly smiling lately—it mirrored exactly what had happened to her after reading that same book. It was shocking that Lilia had found it at all. She had no idea how the girl had even come across it, especially among the sea of other books in that large library.

Not to mention... the book’s plain black cover was nothing special. Hardly the kind of thing anyone would pick up.

This alone showed that this lady here was someone not to be underestimated.

Lilia giggled softly and said,

"I can’t wait to finish that book... so we can talk more about it."

Then she winked and repeated with a playful smirk,

"... real girl talk."

Evie flushed even harder.

After Lilia’s teasing remark, the way Evie blushed made it seem like she had already read the whole thing—and more.

Maybe there was another part to the book she hadn’t read yet?

Had it really affected her that much?

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Meanwhile

In another city, Zethan sat quietly in his study. He had been there for thirty minutes, staring at the book in front of him, his expression dark and thoughtful. Across the room, Lucas stood uneasily.

Zethan had called him in, and he’d been standing there ever since—what felt like hours now. His unfinished meal haunted his thoughts. He really needed to get back to it.

’Oh please, boss, just say something already,’ Lucas silently begged.

Suddenly, Zethan’s face darkened.

"Tell me, Lucas," he said slowly, voice sharp, "is this the book you said my wife has been reading?"

Lucas’s eyes widened slightly. He scratched the back of his head, unsure why the question carried such weight.

"Yes," he replied hesitantly.

Zethan’s eyes narrowed.

"Are you sure this is the book my wife’s been reading?"