All Chapters of His Obsession with the Wrong Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The memory dissolved like smoke, leaving Jannah staring at her reflection in the ornate mirror of their chamber. Her fingers trembled as they touched the silk of her nightgown, the same spot where her birthmark hid beneath layers of fabric. It had been months since that wedding night, months since Adrian’s gentleness had lulled her into a dangerous comfort. But now… now, his eyes no longer held only warmth. They searched. Probed. Suspected. And every day, it grew harder to keep her mask in place. Jannah stood by the window, the moonlight spilling over her like silver threads. The night air was cool against her skin, yet her palms were damp, her heartbeat unsteady. The memories of her wedding day and first night still clung to her, replaying in fragments she could never escape. She touched her thigh through the thin fabric of her gown, where the mark lay hidden beneath. It was small, barely noticeable—but it was there. The curse her family believed in, the mark that had c

The gravel crunched softly beneath their steps as they followed the winding path deeper into the garden. A bird darted overhead, its wings flashing white against the morning sun, but Jannah barely noticed. All she felt was the weight of Adrian’s hand, anchoring her at his side. He broke the silence first, his voice deceptively casual. “Tell me something, Alyssa… what were you like as a girl?” Jannah blinked, her heart skipping. “As a girl?” “Yes.” He tilted his head, watching her intently. “Your family must have adored you. You were their darling, weren’t you?” Her lips parted, but the truth tangled on her tongue. She remembered being the shadow beside Alyssa’s glow, the one whispered about behind closed doors because of a mark they believed cursed the family. The memory burned, but she forced her smile to hold. “I suppose… I was quiet. Alyssa was the one everyone noticed.” unaware of what I have said. Adrian’s dark brows furrowed slightly. “And you? Were you happy being over

The chamber was quiet except for the soft brush of bristles against Jannah’s hair. She sat before the mirror, the pale morning light streaming through the curtains, but her reflection looked as restless as she felt. The memory of Adrian’s hands, his whispered vows of possession from the night before, still clung to her skin like a mark she couldn’t scrub away. A sharp rap at the door broke her trance. One of the housemaids slipped inside, bowing slightly before placing a sealed envelope on the vanity. “A message from your family, milady.” Jannah’s fingers trembled as she reached for it. She hadn’t expected word from them—not so soon. Her eyes caught the familiar handwriting before she even tore the seal. Her mother’s. My dearest Jannah, Your sister has begun to respond. The doctors are encouraged—her eyes flutter, her hand squeezes when spoken to. They say it may only be a matter of time now. You must prepare yourself, child. When Alyssa returns to us, everything must remain

Jannah swallowed the last bite of bread, but it lodged heavy in her throat. She reached for the coffee to wash it down, her hand trembling slightly. Adrian noticed. He always noticed. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, his tone gentle but probing. “Too quiet. That usually means you’re hiding something.” Her grip tightened around the cup. “I’m just not used to talking much in the morning,” she deflected softly. Adrian leaned back in his chair, studying her with a gaze that was both affectionate and unsettling. “Hmm. Yet your mother told me once that you were the most talkative of her daughters. That you used to chatter endlessly about the smallest things.” Jannah froze. A faint smile tugged at her lips, brittle and forced. “Maybe I grew out of it.” “Maybe.” Adrian tapped a finger lightly on the table, his eyes never leaving her face. “Or maybe you just don’t feel comfortable around me yet.” Her pulse raced. “That’s not it,” she whispered. He leaned forward then, his voice dropping to

The night had been long. Jannah drifted in and out of uneasy dreams, haunted by whispers of voices she tried to forget—her mother’s cold words, the shadow of the birthmark she kept hidden, the suffocating fear of being found out.Morning light broke through the curtains in pale streaks, pulling her from the restless haze. She stirred slowly, only to feel the mattress empty beside her. Adrian was gone, though his presence still lingered like heat in the sheets.Her relief was short-lived.Her phone buzzed on the bedside table. With shaky fingers, she picked it up. The name flashing across the screen made her heart lurch—Mommy.She swallowed, pressing the device to her ear. “Mommy?”On the other end, her mother’s voice trembled, but this time with excitement, not despair. “Anak… she’s awake. Alyssa is awake.”The words crashed into her chest. Jannah gripped the sheets, her breath caught between joy and dread. “Awake?” she repeated, almost disbelieving.“Yes. She opened her eyes this mo