All Chapters of His Obsession with the Wrong Bride: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The dinner should have been elegant. The chandeliers glittered overhead, silver cutlery gleamed, laughter filled the hall. But for Jannah, every sound felt sharp, every glance a needle against her skin. Celine, seated across from her, twirled her wine glass lazily, her smile never fading. She looked like the perfect hostess—gracious, charming, untouchable. But Jannah could feel it: every word, every toast, was a blade aimed directly at her. “Mrs. Cruz,” one of the women cooed, clearly encouraged by Celine, “your husband is quite the art collector. Did he ever tell you how the two of you first met at that gallery event?” Jannah’s chest tightened. Alyssa had been the one at that gallery, not her. Her fork trembled in her hand. She forced a smile, her voice catching. “Of course… it was—” “She doesn’t need to relive the past,” Adrian interrupted smoothly, his arm draping over Jannah’s chair in a clear show of possession. His dark gaze swept the table. “What matters is now. And no

Adrian’s grip on her waist didn’t soften even after his harsh kiss ended. His breathing was ragged, his jaw set, and his eyes—stormy, unreadable—held her prisoner more effectively than any lock. “Do you know what drives me insane, Alyssa?” His voice was low, husky with restrained fury. He brushed his thumb over her trembling lips. “That sometimes I look at you and think you’re hiding pieces of yourself from me. But then… I can’t stop wanting you.” “Adrian…” Jannah whispered, her chest tight, her mind screaming for escape while her body betrayed her with heat. He pressed her back onto the bed, climbing over her with deliberate slowness, like a predator savoring its prey. His hands pinned hers above her head, his weight pressing her into the mattress. “You belong to me. If you ever try to keep secrets…” His lips grazed her ear, his whisper dark and searing. “I’ll break them out of you. With this body. With my hands. With everything I am.” Jannah shivered, torn between fear of being

The night stretched long, but sleep never came to Jannah. She lay beside Adrian, his arm heavy around her waist, his breathing steady against her neck. To anyone else, he might have seemed peaceful. To her, it felt like restraint—like he was keeping her in place even in dreams. Her eyes stung from holding back tears. She wanted to breathe freely, to exist without being dissected, tested, claimed. But Adrian had made it clear: every breath belonged to him. And now, his suspicions made the cage even smaller. At dawn, she slipped carefully from the bed, padding barefoot toward the window. The gardens glistened with morning dew, serene and untouchable. Her fingers brushed the cold glass. “Running away again, Alyssa?” The voice froze her. Adrian leaned against the doorframe, still half-dressed, his shirt open at the chest. His eyes, however, were sharp and fully awake. Her lips parted, but no words came. He crossed the room in slow, measured steps, circling her like a preda

Adrian’s hand brushed hers as they walked through the gardens, the evening air fragrant with jasmine. For once, his touch wasn’t forceful or commanding—it was gentle, lingering, almost hesitant.“You’re quiet tonight,” he murmured, his eyes searching her face.Jannah smiled faintly, careful to keep the tremor from her lips. “Just tired.”He stopped then, turning her to face him fully. Moonlight pooled over his sharp features, softening them. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Alyssa. With me, you can rest.”The words, so unexpected in their tenderness, stole her breath. She wanted—needed—to believe them.Adrian reached into his coat pocket and drew out a small velvet box. When he opened it, a delicate bracelet glimmered, silver and understated, its charm shaped like a crescent moon.“It reminded me of you,” he said quietly, fastening it around her wrist. His thumb brushed over her skin, lingering as if he were imprinting the moment. “My light in the dark.”Her chest tightened,

Behind the heavy doors of their chamber, the world fell away. Adrian loosened his cravat with one hand while the other reached instinctively for Jannah, pulling her close before she could slip into the safety of distance. “You’re too far,” he murmured, voice rough, almost pleading. His forehead rested against hers, eyes searching hers as if they were his only refuge. Jannah’s breath caught. In moments like these, when suspicion gave way to devotion, she almost believed in the man he could be—the man who wanted nothing but her. “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered. “Not because you have to. Because you want to.” Her chest tightened, torn between the truth she could never confess and the fragile warmth his words kindled in her heart. Adrian’s arms tightened around her, as though the very thought of letting go was unbearable. His lips brushed her temple, slow and reverent, a stark contrast to the harsh possessiveness he sometimes showed. “I know I’m too much,” he murmured, hi