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.

hundred tables, Andrea walked straight to the front, where

was engaging with those around her, and

joined her away from the crowd, “Your dress

Andrea was hardly concerned with compliments, “Did you see Bowen when you

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

you say to him?” Andrea inquired in a

this, Seraphina couldn’t suppress a

Martin family in a state of subtle disarray, a stark contrast

long for this day; do they really think he’d ditch her at the

depends on what you

laughed again, eyeing Andrea, “Whatever I said,

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

Andrea disappear, Seraphina

at a room guarded

Isaac greeted

the door behind him,

inside,” Isaac informed

the door, the room’s soundproof walls concealing any conversation within. Yet, she chose to

tuxedo disheveled, collar unbuttoned, sat slouched in an armchair, a cigarette dangling from his lips. His mind was

had done. That night, after Sandra betrayed him, rage and desire erupted unchecked,

conceive until everything settled. But that one careless moment

pregnant, the irony was too

as a pawn against the Reynolds; now, it was his own flesh and blood in

wasn’t the most pressing

she manage alone? How would

yet the thoughts tormented him

the door, his gaze icy as he beheld

his eyes fixed outside,

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