All Chapters of Obsession: His Runaway Bride: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter 72: AnticsValerian slowly pulled away, his breath uneven as he fought to restrain himself from wanting more. His hands remained cradling her face, his thumb gently tracing slow circles against her skin.Instead of pulling away completely, he leaned in once more—this time, resting his forehead against hers. His eyes fluttered shut while a soft smile tugged at his lips as he exhaled deeply, savoring the moment."You... are so brave to trust someone again," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, laced with admiration.Noelle's breath hitched at his words. Her fingers, still curled into the fabric of his coat, tightened just slightly. She wasn't sure why, but hearing him say that—acknowledging just how much it took for her to get here—made something deep inside her ache.Valerian slowly opened his eyes, watching her with a gaze so tender it made her chest tighten. He lifted a hand, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch as delicate as if he were handling s

Extra Chapter 1Noelle had somehow convinced Valerian to take the day off and accompany her and Alexei to the mall. At first, he had been his usual grumpy self about it, insisting that anything she wanted could be delivered straight to their doorstep. But when she gave him that look – the one that made him question all his life choices, he found himself reluctantly agreeing.And now, here he was, arms loaded with shopping bags while trailing behind his wife and nephew like a glorified pack mule.Alexei, on the other hand began to walk beside him with an overpriced smoothie in hand, barely holding in his laughter. His silver-grey eyes sparkled with mischief as he took in his uncle's current predicament."Uncle Val, you look like a peasant."Valerian exhaled slowly, adjusting the weight of the bags. "When you get married, you'll understand. A happy wife means a happy life."Alexei took another loud sip of his smoothie, clearly unimpressed. "Meh. You're just scared of her."Valerian didn

[This... is not the end.Not when there’s still a story aching to be told.These next chapters belong to Grace Blackwood.Who has been there since the beginning.To the one unloved... To the one unseen...To the broken...To the Unwanted Grace......This is her story.]Chapter 77: DisgustThe room was filled with smoke and the low murmur of voices as men in sharp suits and gold watches discussed matters that decided the fate of cities. Deals were being made. Alliances were being tested. The underworld never slept, and tonight was no different.Grace sat at the long table while swirling the whiskey in her glass. The men around her spoke in hushed tones, but she caught every word. She had been raised in rooms like this. This was her world.But tonight, she knew something was different."Have you heard?" a man to her left spoke in intrigue. "Adrian Blackwood is dead. Assassinated in Raeburn Asylum."A ripple of murmurs spread across the table. Some smirked, others leaned in wanting to jo

Chapter 78: DoneGrace stepped out of the booth an hour later, her expression cool and composed, the subtle smirk of a deal well made still lingering on her lips.But the moment she saw who was waiting for her, the smile vanished.It wasn't Ryuji standing by the exit.It was Marco.Her jaw clenched, but she didn't falter. Without missing a beat, she picked up her pace and strode right past him, heading straight for the exit as if he didn't exist.Marco wasn't having it."Grace," he called in a low but firm voice.But still, she ignored him."Grace," he hissed again while walking faster this time as he tried to close in on her.Still, she kept walking, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor as she pushed through the restaurant doors.Marco was right behind her.She made it to her car, yanking the door open and slipped into the backseat before he could catch up. She exhaled, gripping the edge of her seat, thinking she had finally shaken him off—until the driver's side doo

Chapter 80: HollowAfter Grace's outburst, she hadn't stepped foot outside her room for the next three days.At first, no one questioned it. She was known to be stubborn, known to shut people out when she was pissed. But as time passed, what started as mild annoyance turned into concern. The maids had knocked, calling her name softly. They left trays of food and water outside her door, only for them to remain untouched. Someone even tried slipping a note under the door, but there was no response. It was as if she had disappeared.Her father had stood outside her door at one point but he didn't knock. He didn't speak. He simply stood there for a few minutes, then turned and walked away.And Marco—he had been trying to ignore it.Trying to tell himself that she was fine, that she was just being dramatic, that any second now, she'd burst out of that room like nothing had happened. Maybe she'd be in one of her moods, barking orders, demanding a drink, or throwing herself into work just to