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.

straight to the

with those around her, and upon spotting Andrea, she waved

her away from the crowd, “Your dress is

hardly concerned with compliments,

miss him?” Seraphina replied, adjusting her

did you say to him?” Andrea inquired in a low voice, “He’s gone

couldn’t suppress a

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

long for this day;

what you told him,”

eyeing Andrea, “Whatever I

accompanied by an assistant. Seraphina nudged Andrea, who followed

Seraphina turned

and Simon arrived at a room

Martin,” Isaac greeted

nodded, eyeing the door behind him, “Did you

resting inside,” Isaac informed

soundproof

in an armchair, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His mind was haunted

That night, after Sandra betrayed him, rage

intended for her to conceive until everything settled. But that one careless

was pregnant, the irony

take Leandro’s son as a pawn against the Reynolds; now, it was his own flesh and blood in Leandro’s grip, a tether always

most

How would she protect the child, survive

yet the thoughts

the door, his gaze icy

move, his eyes fixed

simple words from a woman can break you like this. If