He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 74

In the unfolding drama of “He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 74,” Lilith meticulously executes a devious plan against Natalia, who is under the influence of drugs administered by Lilith. As Natalia leans on Alpha David, appearing vulnerable and suggestible, Lilith revels in her success, anticipating a scandal that will tarnish Natalia’s reputation. Weeks of scheming, including crafting letters that falsely convey Natalia’s affection for David, have led to this moment, where Lilith believes she will finally secure Andrei’s affections by exposing Natalia’s indiscretions.

Meanwhile, Andrei, still emotionally tethered to Natalia despite her presumed death five years ago, senses something is amiss when he sees her with David. Concerned for her well-being, he resolves to find them, driven by a powerful instinct that compels him to protect her. As he follows Natalia’s scent through the house, memories of their past flood back, deepening his resolve. The corridors, once familiar, feel like a labyrinth, amplifying his anxiety as he searches for the woman he still loves.

Upon reaching a sitting room, Andrei finds it empty, but the remnants of Natalia and David’s presence are evident. Just as he grapples with his growing dread, Lilith unexpectedly enters the room, caught off-guard. Their confrontation is tense, filled with unspoken accusations and veiled threats. Andrei’s suspicion of Lilith’s involvement in Natalia’s state grows, but he is torn between questioning her and the urgency of finding Natalia, who he believes is in danger.

As the tension escalates, a distant announcement from Natalia echoes through the house, heightening the stakes. Andrei’s protective instincts kick in, and he realizes that he must act quickly to uncover the truth and save Natalia. The interplay of emotions — Lilith’s vindictive joy, Andrei’s protective love, and Natalia’s vulnerability — sets the stage for a dramatic confrontation that promises to unravel long-held secrets and betrayals. The narrative weaves a complex tapestry of desire, manipulation, and the quest for redemption, leaving readers on the edge of their seats as they anticipate the impending fallout.

**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 74**

**Lilith**

Everything was unfolding perfectly.

I nestled myself behind an ornate marble column, my heart racing with anticipation as I observed Natalia teetering down the corridor, her body leaning heavily against Alpha David, who had his arm possessively wrapped around her waist. Even from my concealed position, I could discern the unsteadiness in her steps, her head lolling lazily against his shoulder. The drugs I had carefully administered were working like a charm.

And just as I had orchestrated, she was adorned in the dress I had arranged for her, the very one I had instructed David to have crafted in the letters we exchanged.

By the break of dawn, that dress would be plastered all over social media. The insatiable vixen would soon regret ever slipping it on.

A triumphant smile blossomed on my face as I watched them vanish around the corner. The substance I had slipped into her champagne was doing its job splendidly. It was just enough to render her pliable, suggestible, and utterly foolish.

Weeks of meticulous planning had led to this moment. Finding the right Alpha had been a challenge—I needed someone ambitious, someone who would not question why a beautiful woman might seem to be throwing herself at him.

David was the perfect candidate. Young, strikingly handsome, and with an ego that could fill a room. He was notorious for his womanizing ways, always eager to leap into bed with any woman, married or not.

In fact, he had a particular thrill for pursuing married women. It was a game to him.

Crafting the letters had been the most intricate part of my scheme. I had spent countless hours studying Natalia’s handwriting from archived documents in Andrei’s office. The way she curved her ‘y’s, the precise manner in which she crossed her ‘t’s—I had mastered every nuance.

My first letter claimed that she harbored a secret crush on him, an irresistible urge she could no longer suppress. Pretending to be her, I confessed that she longed for an affair.

As the letters progressed, they grew increasingly passionate and explicit. By the third letter, David was completely under my thumb—or rather, under Natalia’s. He was so eager to believe that the elusive Luna Mira of Ashmoor was secretly yearning for him, willing to risk everything for a taste of his forbidden fruit.

Men were so predictably simple.

The dress had been my final flourish. I convinced him that if he wanted to seduce her, he needed to send her a gift.

“Green is my favorite color,” I had penned. “I’ll wear the dress to the banquet if you send it my way. It would be such a thrill to don something you’ve gifted me while my husband remains blissfully unaware. Then we can slip away and finally indulge in our desires…”

Now, all that remained was the grand finale. The hidden camera was already set up in the small sitting room down the hall—a room I had selected for its seclusion yet comfort, perfect for a rendezvous. Perfect for a scandal.

I lingered a few moments to ensure the coast was clear before I followed their path. Andrei was nowhere to be found, which was a fortunate stroke of luck. Had he known of my devious plan, he would undoubtedly have been furious.

He still loved her, despite everything. Even now, he called her name in his sleep, refusing to share a bed with me, refusing to be truly mine.

The thought ignited a fire of anger within me. Andrei had been mine first; Natalia was merely a temporary placeholder. Yet, upon my return, he couldn’t seem to sever the ties. She had been “dead” for five long years, and still, he clung to her memory.

But after tonight, there would be no question of his affections. Even if his heart still beat for her, the public scrutiny would force him to distance himself.

However, as I reached the door to the sitting room, I noticed it was slightly ajar. No sounds emanated from within.

Curiosity piqued, I peered through the crack, praying they hadn’t mistakenly wandered into another room. If they had, this entire plan would unravel; I needed that footage to validate my efforts.

But they were not there. Instead, I found Andrei standing alone in the center of the room, his back turned to me, lost in thought.

I inhaled sharply, my instincts urging me to retreat. But as I hurried away, my heel caught on the flowing fabric of my dress, sending me tumbling into the door. It swung open wide, exposing me in all my glory.

Andrei spun around, his eyes ablaze with a dangerous intensity.

“Lilith.”

**Andrei**

Something was amiss.

The moment I laid eyes on Natalia, swaying down the hallway with that Alpha’s arm possessively around her waist, a sense of dread washed over me. She was unsteady, her movements slow and disoriented, which raised alarms in my mind.

Natalia had never been one to indulge in excess. Even during our marriage, she would sip just a single glass of wine with dinner. She always maintained her composure during public events like this.

“Something’s not right,” I murmured to Damon, who stood frozen beside me, his expression mirroring my concern.

“I know. She wouldn’t just leave with him like that.”

For once, I found myself in agreement with my brother. Although Natalia was no longer mine, I knew her well. This behavior was completely out of character.

“Stay here,” I commanded. “Keep watch in case they return. I’m going to track them down.” Damon looked as if he wanted to protest, but I cut him off. “I know this house better than you do. And I can identify her scent.”

Her scent. Even after five years, I could still recognize it amidst a crowd, even with my eyes shut. It was a fragrance that had haunted my dreams since the day I witnessed her funeral pyre turn to ashes.

I didn’t wait for Damon’s reply; I pushed past him and followed the trail Natalia and David had left in their wake.

The scent led me down the corridor and around a corner. I followed it through a series of hallways—Goddess, had my home always been such a convoluted maze?

Eventually, the scent intensified as I approached the east wing of the house. The corridors were dim and silent, illuminated only by the soft glow of the waxing half-moon filtering through the grand floor-to-ceiling windows.

Natalia had always adored this wing of the house. She claimed it captured the moonlight perfectly, allowing her to forgo artificial lighting in the evenings, basking instead in the gentle glow. She loved how the intricate designs in the windows cast enchanting patterns across the marble floors.

I finally halted in front of a familiar sitting room door. The scent was strongest here, as if they had just stepped inside.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I pushed the door open, expecting to find that bastard taking advantage of her. But to my dismay, the room was empty. No sign of Natalia, no trace of David.

Yet, it was clear someone had been there recently. A throw pillow lay askew on the small couch, and a faint impression marked where someone had sat. A glass of what smelled like champagne rested on the side table, half-full.

They had been here. But where had they gone?

Suddenly, the door behind me creaked open, and I spun around, anticipating Natalia or David’s return. If it was him, I intended to confront him fiercely.

But it was Lilith who stood framed in the doorway, her eyes wide with surprise, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Lilith.”

“Andrei?” She stepped tentatively into the room. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m searching for Natalia,” I replied, narrowing my gaze. “I suspect she might be in trouble. Perhaps even drugged. I doubt you have any insight into that matter.”

Lilith gasped, her hand flying to clutch her necklace. “What? That’s terrible. Why would I know anything about that?”

I shrugged, my suspicion growing. “You seemed to have developed a talent for it at the hunt.”

She hesitated, her eyes flickering between shock, fear, and something else she desperately tried to conceal—guilt.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she replied slowly, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

I crossed my arms, my frown deepening. I wanted to press her further, but if Natalia truly was in danger, I couldn’t waste precious time interrogating Lilith.

“Maybe she had too much to drink?” Lilith finally suggested, her voice tentative.

“Natalia doesn’t drink much. You know that.”

“Perhaps she drinks more now. It has been five years, after all. You hardly know her anymore.”

I opened my mouth to retort when a distant voice echoed through the house, coming from the banquet hall, amplified by the microphone.

“Hello? Can everyone hear me? I have an announcement to make…”

Natalia.

As the echoes of Natalia’s voice reverberated through the hall, a chilling realization washed over me. The carefully woven threads of deceit were beginning to unravel, and the weight of the truth pressed heavily on my chest. Lilith’s presence was no longer a mere annoyance; it was a stark reminder of the lengths to which she had gone to manipulate not only my feelings but also the very fabric of our lives. The betrayal stung sharper than any blade, igniting a fierce resolve within me. I realized that this was not just about saving Natalia anymore; it was about reclaiming the narrative that Lilith had twisted into a grotesque parody of our love. I could no longer stand idly by while she played her games, hiding behind a mask of innocence that was as transparent as glass.

With every beat of my heart, the urgency to confront the truth surged within me. I pushed past Lilith, determined to find Natalia before the damage was done. The banquet hall loomed ahead, a stage set for a revelation that could either shatter or heal us all. As I strode forward, my mind raced with thoughts of what could unfold. Would Natalia see through the haze of manipulation? Would she remember the love we had shared, the bond that had once tied us together? In that moment, I understood that love was not simply a feeling; it was a choice—a choice to fight for what truly mattered. And I was ready to fight, not just for Natalia, but for the chance to reclaim the pieces of my heart that Lilith had so callously tried to destroy.

In the next chapter, readers can expect the tension to escalate dramatically as Andrei races against time to uncover the truth behind Natalia’s precarious situation. With Lilith’s presence in the room, the stakes are raised even higher. Will Andrei see through Lilith’s facade and recognize her deceit before it’s too late? As the distant voice of Natalia echoes through the house, the urgency of the moment becomes palpable. The announcement she makes could either reveal her vulnerability or plunge them all into a deeper web of manipulation and betrayal.

Moreover, the dynamics between the characters will shift as secrets are unveiled. Lilith’s carefully constructed plan hangs in the balance, and her desperation may lead her to take even bolder risks to secure her hold on Andrei. Meanwhile, Andrei’s determination to protect Natalia will ignite a fierce confrontation, as he grapples with the remnants of his past love and the reality of the present. As the chapter unfolds, readers will be left on the edge of their seats, yearning to know whether Andrei can save Natalia in time and what consequences await Lilith for her treachery. The stage is set for a riveting clash of emotions, secrets, and the haunting echoes of love lost and the lengths one will go to reclaim it.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.