บททั้งหมดของ Obsession: His Runaway Bride: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Chapter 2: Mother-In-LawThe grand chandelier above glimmered as sunlight poured through the towering windows of the Blackwood estate. Mrs. Blackwood sat in her favorite high-backed chair with an untouched cup of tea on the table beside her. Her perfectly manicured fingers drummed against the armrest as she glanced at Mr. Santiago, her ever-loyal butler, who stood patiently with his hands clasped in front of him."What?! What do you mean my son is getting married?!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp enough to echo off the marble walls. She shot up from her seat as her tea cup rattled on the saucer from the sudden movement."To whom?" she demanded, her piercing gaze locking on Mr. Santiago, who remained composed despite the storm brewing in the room.Mr. Santiago cleared his throat, ever the picture of calm. "Yes, mistress. It seems that Master Adrian has long been in a relationship with a woman named Noelle McGrath, who owns a humble flower shop in the city."Mrs. Blackwood froze mid-stri

Chapter 4: Set FreeBut when Noelle thought everything was fine, the days began to blur. Adrian would come home late and sometimes just before dawn, and slip into bed beside her stirring her from a restless, shallow sleep. The mattress would shift under his weight, and she'd catch the faintest scent of that same unfamiliar cologne that wasn't his. Her heart would twist painfully in those moments, but she would rather shut her eyes tight and feign sleep knowing that she couldn't confront the ache blooming in her chest.Noelle let out a shaky breath. Her gaze lingered on the engagement ring on her finger. The diamond caught the faint glow of the streetlights outside. It had once been a symbol of their love, their promise to build a future together. Now, it felt like a weight, a cruel reminder of a dream that seemed further out of reach.She sighed deeply and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady herself against the growing ache in her chest. How long had she been standing there

Noelle watched Adrian adjust Bianca’s posture, their faces close, their conversation private. A dull ache settled in her chest, but she kept her expression neutral.“Grace?” she said softly.Grace turned to her, snapping out of her glare. “Yeah?”“I think I left my phone in your car. Could you grab it for me?”Grace paused, studying her. “You okay? You’re acting off.”“I’m fine,” Noelle said with a small smile. “Just need my phone.”Still suspicious, Grace sighed. “Alright. Stay put.” She squeezed Noelle’s shoulder and walked off.As soon as Grace disappeared, Noelle pulled a velvet box from her purse. Her fingers shook as she opened it and removed the engagement ring. She stared at it a moment before slipping it off.“You were never meant for me,” she whispered. She placed the ring back in the box and shut it.Looking around, she spotted a woman with glasses and a clipboard nearby. Noelle walked up and tapped her on the shoulder. “Excuse me.”The woman turned. “Yes?”“I have a gift f

Grace groaned, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes as the weight of the previous night settled over her like a heavy wool coat. Sleep had evaded her, leaving her mind a mess of replayed memories—Noelle’s tear-streaked face, her trembling voice, and the heartbreaking clarity in her words. Every detail felt etched into her consciousness, as though her pain had become Grace’s own.Today was supposed to be a celebration—a symphony of vows, laughter, and champagne toasts under a canopy of white roses. Noelle and Adrian’s wedding day. But now it felt like a haunting parody, a cruel reminder of everything Noelle had been denied.Grace swung her legs over the edge of the bed, her bare feet touching down on the cold hardwood floor. She paused there, elbows resting on her knees, staring blankly at the tangled sheets beside her. The silence in the mansion seemed louder than usual, like the walls themselves knew something sacred had unraveled.With a sigh, she reached for her phone. A p

Noelle found herself standing in a beautiful garden bathed in soft golden light. Roses of every color surrounded her with their sweet and intoxicating scent. Suddenly, a gentle breeze carried the sound of a piano playing in the distance. It was a familiar melody that tugged at her heart.She glanced down and gasped softly. She was wearing a wedding dress—a stunning creation of white lace and silk that clung to her figure perfectly as its train trailed elegantly behind her. Her hands trembled as she reached up to touch the delicate veil that framed her face. Everything were beautiful."Noelle," a deep voice called out of nowhere that felt somehow warm and comforting.The moment she turned, her heart skipped a beat as Adrian stood before her. He was dressed in a sharp black suit and the fabric hugged his tall frame impeccably. His amber eyes softened as they met hers, and a smile graced his lips that held a tenderness she hadn't seen in what felt like forever."You look beautiful," he s