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.

to the front, where

her, and upon spotting Andrea,

joined her away from the crowd, “Your dress

compliments, “Did you see

miss him?” Seraphina replied, adjusting her

Andrea inquired in a low voice,

couldn’t

she scanned the room and indeed noticed the Martin family in a state of subtle disarray, a

this day;

on what you

laughed again, eyeing Andrea, “Whatever

by an assistant. Seraphina nudged Andrea,

disappear, Seraphina turned back

arrived at a room

Martin,” Isaac

nodded, eyeing the door

resting inside,” Isaac informed

room’s soundproof walls concealing any conversation

was haunted by

after Sandra betrayed him, rage and desire erupted unchecked, and

was not meant for pregnancy, and he had not intended for her to conceive until everything settled. But that one careless moment led to this—she could indeed

the irony was

now, it was his own flesh and blood in Leandro’s grip,

wasn’t the most pressing issue.

she manage alone? How would she protect the child, survive the

shouldn’t have cared, yet the thoughts tormented

become?” Simon stood at the door, his gaze icy as he

his eyes fixed outside,

frosty, “A few simple words from a woman can break you like this.