All Chapters of Obsession: His Runaway Bride: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91: Careless AccidentAs the car rolled to a stop in front of the grand Blackwood estate, Grace let out a tired breath. The entire ride had been tense. Marco hadn't said a word, and she hadn't bothered to break the silence. Her wrist still ached from his earlier grip, but it didn't matter.The car door was yanked open, and before she could react, Marco was already stepping out. He didn't offer her a hand, not that she expected him to—but he stood there with his jaw clenched, waiting for her to move.With a sigh, she slid out of the vehicle, straightening her coat before looking up at the massive estate she had called home all her life. But something was... off.For the first time in what felt like forever, Bartholomew Blackwood was standing at the entrance like he was waiting for her.And he was smiling.Grace's steps faltered slightly.Bartholomew Blackwood didn't greet people at the door. He didn't wait for anyone. If someone wanted to see him, they were the ones who made th

Chapter 93: DeathThe door to Grace's room swung open, and Dr. Everett stepped inside, his expression already grim. His eyes immediately landed on the unconscious woman lying on the bed—her face was swollen, bruises already darkening against her pale skin, and her breathing was far too shallow for his liking. But what caught his attention next was Marco.The man was seated at the edge of the bed, his fingers wrapped tightly around Grace's limp hand as if letting go would shatter her completely. His usually composed face was etched with something the doctor rarely saw in him—worry. A raw, unfiltered kind of worry that made his grip tremble ever so slightly. He knew who this man was to Grace.And the thought of it only made Dr. Everett sigh. He had been the Blackwood family's doctor since Grace was just a baby, and he had witnessed every dark secret hidden behind these walls—including the tragedy that was her existence.Although Grace was not an illegitimate child, she had always been t

Chapter 95: Seven DaysMarco stopped in front of the heavy wooden door and glanced down at the woman in his arms.Grace had gone quiet while her fingers were curled weakly into the fabric of his shirt. From the way her body tensed, he could tell she was bracing herself.Her father's study had always been an unforgiving place. It smelled of expensive whiskey, cigar smoke, and the burden of all expectations he has thrown towards her. It was a place where Bartholomew Blackwood had spent years shaping his empire, where he had made decisions that ruined lives without so much as blinking.And now, Grace was willingly walking into the lion's den, just after barely surviving the last time she stood before him.Marco didn't like it. Not one damn bit."What do you want with him?" Marco asked feeling somewhat frustrated.She exhaled softly, her grip on his shirt tightening for a fraction of a second before she forced herself to loosen it."I... just want to say my final goodbye," she murmured, h

Chapter 97: Deep PurplesValerian Vasiliev sat across from the man whom once saved his life. His silver-grey eyes were calm yet assessing as he studied the man before him. The atmosphere between them was familiar, built upon years of friendship, yet there was something different about him tonight."Ты прошел долгий путь, Сергеев." (You've come a long way, Sergeyev.) Valerian finally spoke, his voice steady yet curious. "Что привело тебя сюда, мой друг?" (What brings you here, my friend?)Keegan leaned back in his chair, exhaling as he mulled over his answer. Then, with the smallest hint of amusement, he admitted."Несколько дней назад я был на улицах со своими людьми, наблюдая за группой, которая доставляла неприятности... в моем районе." (A few days ago, I was on the streets with my men, observing a certain group causing trouble... back in my territory.)Valerian's brow lifted slightly, though his expression remained composed."And then," Keegan continued with a smirk tugging at the

Chapter 99: Red RosesKeegan Sergeyev had witnessed many things in his life. But nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for the spectacle currently unfolding before his eyes.He was seated in the back of his sleek black car, a little far away from the Blackwood's estate. Keegan raised a pair of binoculars and observed the scene before him with the intense focus of a man conducting a serious reconnaissance mission. And in a way, he was—except his target was not an enemy, nor was he gathering intelligence of any real importance. No, his entire attention was locked onto one person. His beloved Grace.And she was suffering not from any danger nor from an enemy, but from the absolute torment of high heels.Keegan's lips twitched, barely containing his amusement as he watched her attempt to walk across the perfectly manicured grass in a pair of delicate silver stilettos. The shoes, elegant as they were, clearly did not belong on her feet—at least, not when she was expected to