All Chapters of Obsession: His Runaway Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81: LightMarco stood frozen with his hand still mid-air where Grace had blocked him. His pulse pounded as each beat echoed the frustration, the disbelief, and the sheer fucking helplessness clawing at his chest.She had locked herself away for three days.Three days of silence. Three days of ignoring everyone. Three days of waiting for her to snap out of it, to barge out of that damn room with a scowl and some sharp remark just to prove she was still her usual herself.But she hadn't.And now, after all that time, she just walked out of the room with a calm, detached demeanor as if those three days had never happened?The moment she began to walk downstairs, something in Marco snapped."Like hell you're walking away from this."His body moved on instinct.In swift movements, he chased after her. His fingers wrapped around her wrist in a firm, unyielding grip before she could reach her car.But what happened next had every man in the vicinity looking away.Grace didn't hesitat

Chapter 83: NowhereThe sun had begun its slow descent, leaving shadows across the Blackwood estate, but Grace had yet to return.Marco stood near the entrance while tapping his fingers impatiently against his arm as he checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Hours had passed since she had left. At first, he told himself not to worry. She needed space. He had seen the way she looked at him earlier today—the way she had shut him out and put up walls even he could not break through. He had assumed she would come back when she was ready.But Grace was not the type of person to handle her emotions rationally.The minutes stretched into hours, and a nagging sense of unease settled in his chest. Something felt wrong. She was reckless, but never careless. No matter how destructive her emotions became, she always carried herself with a certain level of control—a stubborn will that refused to be perceived as weak.And yet, he felt like she has been taking her time.By the time

Chapter 85: LifelessGrace slammed the door to her room with a force that sent an echo rippling down the hallway. The sharp sound barely registered in her ears and was drowned out by the dull, throbbing pain in her side. She sucked in a breath as her fingers instinctively clutched the blood-soaked gauze wrapped around her torso. The bandages were useless now as they were wet with crimson, sticking to her skin that reminded her of her failed death once again.With a frustrated groan, she tore the fabric away, wincing as fresh pain lanced through her body. But she ignored it. Pain was nothing new. It was familiar both physically and emotionally. It was the one thing that had stayed constant in her life.Grace began dragging herself to the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinet, pulling out the supplies she had stashed long ago. Sterile gauze, antiseptic, medical tape. She had learned how to take care of herself a long time ago. No doctors, no nurses. No one to fuss over her, because

Chapter 87: CognacGrace decided to have a walk through the crowded streets. People rushed past her in every direction and their conversations blended into a dull, meaningless hum. The scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery mixed with the faint tang of car exhaust, somehow made her feel different.Her gaze flickered from one stranger to another, watching them move, talk, laugh and live.She passed the vendors calling out their prices, the groups of people chatting on the sidewalks, the children tugging at their parents' hands, begging for sweets.It was all so normal.But normal was something she would never have.And maybe that was why she felt so out of place here, like a shadow slipping through the cracks of a world she could never be a part of.Just as the thought crossed her mind, something—or rather, someone—caught her attention.A man sat a few feet away from her, slouched in an old wheelchair, his posture relaxed yet unreadable. He was unshaven, his beard thick and unkempt,

Chapter 89: SegenThe man's transformation was almost unbelievable.He was now dressed in a fitted gray shirt and black coat, paired with a simple yet sturdy pair of jeans and boots, the man before her looked nothing like the ragged beggar she had found sitting in that wheelchair.The way the black overcoat settled over his frame only emphasized his strong presence, making him appear even more imposing than before. And she had insisted on it.Now that he was standing before her, the effect was undeniable.Grace took a step back, crossing her arms as she eyed him from head to toe. She tilted her head slightly and hummed."Not bad," she mused, circling him like she was inspecting a prized possession. "You almost look like a person now."The man shifted slightly under her scrutiny, tugging at the hem of the coat as if unsure what to do with it."Is this really necessary?" he asked, glancing down at himself awkwardly."Of course it is," Grace shot back, stepping closer and reaching out to