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.

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

and upon spotting Andrea, she waved

crowd, “Your dress is a hit tonight,”

concerned with compliments, “Did you see

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

did you say to him?” Andrea inquired in

this, Seraphina couldn’t suppress a giggle,

in a state of subtle disarray, a stark contrast to the earlier jovial

waited so long for this day; do they really think

what you told

eyeing Andrea, “Whatever I said, it wouldn’t

an assistant. Seraphina nudged Andrea,

disappear, Seraphina turned back

arrived at a

Isaac

eyeing the door behind him, “Did you find

resting inside,” Isaac informed

Andrea stood by the door, the room’s soundproof walls concealing any conversation

lips. His mind was haunted by the images he had seen on Seraphina’s phone, especially the last

night, after Sandra betrayed him, rage and

conceive until everything settled. But that one careless moment led to this—she could indeed be

Sandra was pregnant, the irony was too

now, it was his

wasn’t the most pressing

manage alone? How would she protect the child,

have cared, yet the

at the door, his gaze icy as he

his eyes fixed

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