My Vampire Beloved Husband
Chapter 66: The Forbbidden Door: One Rule

Chapter 66: The Forbbidden Door: One Rule

Rhea hesitated, her expression thoughtful. "You’re not wrong," she finally replied. "It does feel like that."

Naomi smiled, relieved to hear her observation validated. "I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks so."

After a brief pause, Naomi stood. "I’ll go back to my room now and read," she said.

Rhea nodded but didn’t follow, sensing Naomi’s desire for solitude. Naomi climbed the stairs, her thoughts wandering. The mansion felt enormous, and though she had been living here for a while now, she had only explored a small fraction of it. As she moved, the overwhelming silence seemed to fill every corner of the house. The only sounds were the soft tap of her footsteps against the marble and the faint rustling of the wind outside.

She suddenly felt a strong curiosity stirring within her, a deep urge to explore the mansion further. The world beyond her room, beyond the familiar corridors, seemed to beckon her. What lay in the hidden corners of the mansion, places she had never dared to enter? The sensation was both thrilling and unnerving, and she couldn’t ignore it.

Her gaze drifted toward the upper floors, where she hadn’t ventured before. The staircase ahead of her seemed to stretch endlessly upward, and though she’d walked past it many times, today felt different. It wasn’t just the view—it was the feeling that something awaited her up there. Something important. Something she needed to see.

As she ascended the stairs, Naomi’s steps slowed. She had been here for some time, but she’d never dared to explore this particular part of the mansion. Her curiosity piqued further, her thoughts racing as she wondered what lay beyond the unknown spaces of the house. What was so hidden, so off-limits?

Her heart beat a little faster, and her eyes darted toward the upper hallway. The shadows of the staircase stretched, almost unnaturally long, as if leading her somewhere she wasn’t meant to go. She glanced at the closed doors on either side, familiar rooms where she had been before, yet one part of the hall was different—there was only one door at the very end of the corridor.

The sight of the door struck her as odd. Why was there only one door on this floor? It felt imposing, mysterious, as though it held secrets she wasn’t meant to uncover. A sense of dread swirled in her stomach, but it was quickly overshadowed by an overpowering desire to know what was behind it.

Naomi stopped at the top of the stairs, her breath caught in her throat. She stared at the door, her mind racing. There was something about it that felt wrong, like it didn’t belong here. Or maybe, it was just her—the pull of curiosity was so strong that it clouded her judgment. She didn’t even know why the door felt different, only that it did.

Was it locked? Her gaze traveled down to the keyhole. To her surprise, the door wasn’t locked. There was no sign of a barrier, no reason why she couldn’t open it. Her hand twitched involuntarily by her side, her fingers itching to reach for the handle. The temptation was unbearable.

The rational part of her brain screamed at her to turn back. This wasn’t her place to explore. She had no right to be here. She shouldn’t even be thinking about opening that door. But the curiosity inside her burned too brightly, refusing to be smothered by logic or reason. She couldn’t just leave it alone. The question echoed in her mind: What’s behind that door?

"Naomi," she whispered to herself, as if saying her name aloud could anchor her thoughts. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. Curiosity kills the cat, she reminded herself slowly, her voice barely audible. The words hung in the air like a warning. She wanted to listen. She knew she should. But the pull was too strong.

He must have had a reason to set that rule. A very good reason. Zylan wasn’t careless, not about anything, and especially not about her. She couldn’t understand why it mattered, but Zylan must have. There was no way he’d restrict access to the room without a purpose, a compelling one. But why was she even here? Why was she standing in front of that door, just thinking about breaking a rule?

Her fingers twitched again, an uncontrollable urge surging through her. Her mind struggled to regain control, but her body wasn’t listening. The temptation was too great, and she found herself unable to resist any longer.

She stood still, staring at the door, her breath shallow. She knew this wasn’t right. Every part of her told her to walk away. She should leave. She shouldn’t be here—this wasn’t her business. This wasn’t her room to enter. But still, her feet didn’t move. She stayed there, staring at the door as if waiting for something to change, as if waiting for a reason to leave. But that reason never came. She was left with only her thoughts and the desire to know.

Just one peek. That’s all. One look, and I’ll leave, she reasoned with herself. Just one look, she whispered, trying to calm herself, though she knew deep down this wasn’t just about a peek. This was about unraveling the mystery that seemed to surround him—the man she was bound to but still didn’t fully understand. What kind of secrets could Zylan be hiding? What could possibly be behind this door?

Still, she hesitated. Her breath quickened as her heart hammered in her chest. The uncertainty weighed on her, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that what lay behind the door was more than she could handle. But the fear didn’t stop her. No, it only heightened the thrill, the excitement, and the danger.

"He’ll be furious," she muttered, almost hoping the thought would scare her enough to make her leave. It didn’t. Instead, the thought was drowned out by her curiosity.

Her hand moved slowly, almost as if against her will, trembling as it hovered over the handle. She hesitated once again, her pulse roaring in her ears as her fingers made contact with the cool metal. The moment her skin touched the surface, her whole body went still. The sound of her heartbeat filled the space, and she felt her breath catch in her throat. She was frozen, unsure of what to do.

Go back, Naomi. You need to go back now. The warning echoed through her mind, but she didn’t listen.

Her mind flashed back to the rule she had been told when she first arrived: Do not enter Zylan’s room. But why? The question burned in her mind, refusing to fade. What could possibly be so important about this room that no one was allowed to enter?

Her heart pounded, and she took a hesitant step forward. She reached out with her other hand, stopping just short of the handle. She held her breath. Her fingers twitched again, and before she could think any further, her hand moved.

Just as Naomi’s fingers brushed against the cold metal, a voice seemed to whisper from nowhere, trailing off into the silence again. Curiosity kills the cat. The words lingered in her mind like a warning, a reminder of the danger she was walking into. She paused, her hand hovering just inches away from the door. She felt the pull, but now the words weighed heavily on her.

It was too late. Her fingers brushed against the door once more, and she had lost count of how many times she had tested and brushed against it, each touch sending a chill up her spine. Just as she was about to turn the knob, a strong arm shot out and gripped her wrist firmly, halting her in her tracks.

A gasp escaped Naomi’s lips, and her body stiffened at the unexpected touch. She froze for a split second, her heart hammering in her chest as she instinctively jumped back, her pulse quickening. The world around her seemed to stop as she looked up to see who had stopped her.

Rylan stood in the doorway, his presence imposing and immediate. His expression was unreadable, though his body language radiated tension. He moved swiftly, locking the door with a quiet click, his eyes fixed on Naomi. He grabbed the key from the lock, his fingers trembling slightly as he turned to face her. His gaze never wavered from her, and Naomi felt as if he could see straight through her.

A few beads of sweat formed on his brow. He had not expected to arrive at that exact moment. He had sensed someone nearby and couldn’t help but wonder what might have happened if he had arrived even a second later. Would she have opened the door? Would she have seen what was inside? He couldn’t imagine what her reaction would have been if she had.

His face flickered with an unreadable expression—frustration, confusion, and something else, something Naomi couldn’t quite decipher. His intense gaze met hers, and he could see it—the fear. She was visibly trembling, her body stiff as if she had seen a ghost.

Rylan felt a pang of uncertainty deep within. He had never meant to startle her like this. Was it the suddenness of his actions that scared her? Or was it something about him? He could see the terror in her eyes, the way she recoiled as though she feared he might hurt her. He had thought their interactions were beginning to bridge some kind of understanding, but now, seeing her reaction, he wasn’t so sure. Had he caught her off guard? Or was she scared of him?

The question hung in the air between them, unanswered. Naomi’s breath came in quick, shallow gasps, her golden eyes wide with shock. She struggled to regain her composure, but the tremor in her hands was evident. Rylan’s mind raced as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.

"Mrs. Naomi..." His voice was soft, tinged with a mixture of concern and frustration. He paused, watching her take another step back, her gaze never leaving his.

"I’m sorry for startling you, but no one is allowed in here," he said, his tone firm yet understanding. Despite the situation, he was glad he had arrived in time to stop her. He couldn’t imagine what would have happened if she had opened the door. From what he had just witnessed, he now understood that she wouldn’t have been able to handle what lay behind it.