Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

That night, Bowen should have been the busiest groom alive, bustling with the fervor of the grand reception. Yet, the moment Leandro and Seraphina made their entrance, the smile that once graced his face vanished, never to return.

Even as he occasionally exchanged pleasantries with the arriving guests, his laughter was faint, his eyes betraying a stormy gloom.

Before long, Bowen had slipped away from the entrance of the grand hall.

Simon Martin, mingling among the guests, keenly sensed Bowen’s absence. He promptly sent his assistant, Isaac, on a search mission.

Isaac scoured the place without any luck. Eventually, he knocked on the bridal suite, only to find Tania primping in front of a mirror, surrounded by a gaggle of bridesmaids, all immersed in merry banter.

The sudden appearance of Simon’s aide startled Tania, “What brings you here? Is something wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing at all,” Isaac stammered, “I just came to see if you were ready, miss. I won’t disturb you ladies further.”

Knowing Tania’s inability to keep things under wraps, Isaac dared not divulge Bowen’s disappearance, fearing the chaos it might unleash. So, with a polite nod, he closed the door and retreated.

Just around the corner, Isaac nearly collided with Andrea. He hesitated for a split second before greeting her, “Miss Martin.”

Andrea simply nodded, “What are you doing here?”

Isaac furrowed his brow slightly and decided to speak up, “Miss, have you seen Mr. Smith?”

Andrea shook her head, asking, “He’s missing?”

“He was just at the entrance, welcoming guests,” explained Isaac. “He seemed to leave the banquet hall, and Mr. Martin sent me looking for him.”

Andrea showed little reaction, merely responding, “Carry on, then.”

With a quick acknowledgment, Isaac hurried off.

Andrea lingered, but then turned and stepped back into the banquet hall.

of a hundred tables, Andrea walked straight to the front, where indeed, she found Leandro and Seraphina

was engaging with those around her, and upon spotting Andrea, she

her away from the crowd, “Your dress is a

Andrea was hardly concerned with compliments, “Did

was playing doorman, how could I miss him?” Seraphina replied, adjusting her own

did you say to him?” Andrea inquired in a low

couldn’t suppress

the room and indeed noticed the Martin family in a state of subtle disarray, a stark contrast to

waited so long for this day; do

you

eyeing Andrea, “Whatever I said, it

Simon rushed past, accompanied by an assistant. Seraphina nudged Andrea, who followed Simon’s lead out the

disappear, Seraphina turned back

Simon arrived at

Martin,” Isaac

simply nodded, eyeing the door behind him, “Did you

resting inside,” Isaac

soundproof walls concealing any conversation

lips. His mind was haunted by the images he had seen on Seraphina’s phone, especially the last one—Sandra, with the slight swell

Sandra betrayed him, rage and desire erupted unchecked, and

for pregnancy, and he had not intended for her to conceive until everything settled. But that one careless moment led

Sandra was pregnant, the irony was

Reynolds; now,

wasn’t the most pressing issue. It

she manage alone? How would she protect

shouldn’t have cared, yet the thoughts tormented

become?” Simon stood at the door,

eyes fixed outside, unseeing,

simple words from a woman can break you like this. If I had known you were so fragile, what use would I have for