All Chapters of Obsession: His Runaway Bride: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 131: Scorn"I want the girl who kissed me without warning because it felt right. I want the woman who scoffs at herself because it's safer than hoping. I want the one who wears boots instead of heels and armor instead of perfume. Because she's survived more than most and still manages to find laughter in a world that tried to break her."He paused, letting the silence settle just enough to hold the weight of what he was about to say.Then, gently, he said her name."Grace."She looked at him, startled by how tender his voice had gone. "I want you," he continued. "In every version, on your worst days and your braver ones. I want the girl who still flinches at kindness but hasn't stopped craving it. The one who apologizes for taking up space because no one ever taught her she was allowed to exist loudly."Her throat tightened. She tried to look away, but he stepped in closer."I want the you who's still healing. The one who doesn't know what to do with softness but gives it any

Chapter 133: KnockGrace shut the door behind her with a click and for a long second, she just stood there with her back against the wood, eyes wide and breath shallow.Then came her deep exhale.Not a heavy one. Not weighed down by grief or fear or exhaustion like the ones she was used to. No, this one was light. Disoriented. A little disbelieving.As if her body had finally caught up to her heart and couldn't make sense of how full it felt.Her fingers hovered near the doorknob, then pressed to her lips like she could still feel him there. Like the ghost of Keegan's mouth lingered, imprinted in some place deeper than skin. Her cheeks burned.She didn't know what to do with herself.So she laughed quietly.She crossed the room, paused, then doubled back and paced in a little half-circle before burying her face into her hands, groaning into them like a teenager. A ridiculous, overthinking, heart-racing teenager."Oh my God," she whispered into the empty room.It wasn't panic. Not exac

Chapter 135: ToastKeegan stirred awake to the soft golden hush of morning light filtering through the curtains.For a fleeting moment, the world felt utterly perfect...warm, quiet, and still. A small, contented smile tugged at his lips as he reached out with closed eyes, his hand instinctively seeking the familiar warmth on the other side of the bed.His fingertips met warm rumpled sheets which made him release a sigh of relief thinking Grace was still there.Of course she had stayed.But as he opened his eyes slowly, blinking against the pale morning light—he instantly froze.The space beside him was empty.Her pillow, slightly indented, sat cold now. The blanket had been folded back neatly and so was her robe. Her scent lingered faintly in the air like jasmine and whatever mischief she always seemed to carry, but she was gone.His smile dropped.Keegan immediately bolted up feeling his chest tightening. His eyes darted around the room like maybe, just maybe—she'd be curled up somew

Chapter 137: Soft-heartedThe morning sun had barely finished rising when Keegan stood before the tall mirror in his room, fastening the cufflinks on his black dress shirt with precise, practiced fingers. The softness from the day before lingered faintly in his chest, but it was now buried beneath a colder calm armor he wore well.His tie hung loose around his neck with jacket slung over one shoulder. He looked like a man stepping into war with every intention of winning.Grace was still on his bed, curled beneath the comforter.He buttoned his collar slowly with his jaw set.He had tolerated Akim for years. Endured the jabs, the schemes, the little power plays meant to assert control over something Akim never built. But that patience had thinned to a dangerous thread.Because now, Keegan wasn't just protecting a company. He was protecting her.The thought of Akim, of anyone slandering Grace's name, even in a whisper, was enough to set fire to every last boundary Keegan had once tried

Chapter 139: PrayersThe car slowed to a stop in front of the estate's towering gates. Black iron curled like claws around stone pillars, still as severe as she remembered. Grace took a breath and didn't move right away.The silence inside the vehicle was overwhelming until one of Keegan's men in the front seat turned slightly, and spoke in a calm and respectful voice. "We're here, Miss Blackwood."That name still felt like a coat she didn't know whether to keep or burn. It felt too tight in the shoulders, too heavy in the sleeves.Grace nodded as her fingers briefly curled around the door handle before she finally pushed it open.The wind outside smelled like damp earth and iron. The gravel crunched beneath her as she stepped out slowly, like someone walking onto sacred ground, not because it was holy, but because it was haunted.The front of the estate stood tall and unchanged. Stone walls were untouched by time, windows shut tight, the brass knocker on the front doors still polish