Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Let Go

Chapter 102: Let Go

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“What the hell did you just say?” Grace scoffed with her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes narrowed while her voice dripped with disbelief and a touch of amused spite, “You wanna run that by me again?”

Marco stepped forward, clearly unraveling. “Grace… please, don’t harry Castellano’s son. I’ll do anything–anything to get you out of this. Just come with me,” he said, grabbing her hand like It was the only thing grounding him.

“Please. Just listen to me… tonight, I’ll-

But before he could even finish his words, she cut him off with a sharp clearing of her throat with a deadpanned look on her face.

“Why the sudden concern?” she said flatly. “Didn’t you spend the last few years telling me to shut up and do whatever the hell my father says?”

Marco flinched. Her words hit like bullets, and his grip on her hand faltered. He looked away, guilt twisting his face, then took a slow breath to respond.

“That was before-”

“Before what?” she snapped, eyes blazing. “Before you saw me get my ass handed to me by the same bastard you’ve been kissing up to for years? And now you pity me? Is that it?”

Her voice cracked slightly from rage she’d kept bottled for far too long.

“I don’t need your pity, Marco,” she spat. “I’ve handled shit on my own since the beginning. You weren’t there then, so don’t act like you’re my fucking hero now.”

She ripped her hand out of his grasp and turned to walk away. Her silk dress swayed with every purposeful step. But just as she reached the edge of the garden, she stopped and turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see the cold glint in her eyes.

“You wanna save someone? Save your damn self from whatever guilt trip you’re on.”

And then, with a shrug that carried years of buried resentment, she added, “Keep your pity, Marco. Wallow in it. Alone.” She added.

She then turned to leave, but Marco wasn’t having it. The sharp pull on her arm made her freeze, and before she could react, he was dragging her back toward the mansion. Barefoot and furious, Grace tried to dig her fingernails, scraping the skin of his hand as she struggled.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” she shouted, her voice cracking with anger. “Let me go! Marco! What the hell are you doing?!”

She twisted and fought but no matter how much she pulled or shoved, Marco’s grip only tightened. It didn’t matter how strong

she was–his strength overpowered hers.

“Let me go!” Grace screamed again, her heart pounding in her chest.

But Marco, in a silent fury, dragged her all the way back to her room. He didn’t even slow down when they passed her threshold. The door slammed behind them with an echo that felt like it shook her very bones.

Before Grace could catch her breath, Marco shoved her against the bed, sending her sprawling on the soft sheets. The rush of dizziness from the abrupt movement swirled in her head as she tried to scramble up, but before she could even sit up, Marco was already there, crawling over her like an animal cornering its prey.

Her heart raced as his weight settled over her, his body firm and unyielding. Panic rose in her chest, but she fought to stay still, her breath coming out in sharp, uneven bursts. Marco’s hands grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head as his fingers dug into her skin, almost bruising.

“Marco, get the hell off me!” Grace hissed but it did nothing to break his hold.

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His usual composure was completely gone. For a moment, he looked almost lost, like a man hanging on by a thread. His breathing was ragged as each inhale felt a struggle.

“Listen to me, Grace,” he breathed out before pressing his forched against rs. The tension in his muscles radiated into her own body. She could feel his heat, his frustration, his desperation he was too close.

Grace’s heart pounded harder in her chest with each beat reverberating in her ears as she felt the weight of Marco’s gaze on her. She opened her mouth to speak, but her voice trembled as she managed to say, “What do you want…?”

Marco’s eyes fluttered open. His gaze instantly locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. There was something about his stare that she wasn’t sure she wanted to face. But he wasn’t going to let her escape, not this time.

“Why are you punishing me this way, Grace?” His echoed into her ears in an almost desperate plea. “First, you tell me you love me–then you push me away like I mean nothing. You don’t even smile at me anymore. You don’t treat me like you used to. And now… now I find out you’re agreeing to an arranged marriage?” He inhaled sharply, as if the words themselves burned his chest. “And to top it all off, I see you smiling at another man, like… like you’ve forgotten about me…” He paused.

“Why, Grace?” Marco whispered while his voice sounded like he was breaking. Like he was afraid of the answer. “Why are you doing this to me?”

She stared at him, feeling the heat of his breath, the way his fingers still curled around her wrists, holding onto her like she was something slipping through his grasp.

And maybe she was.

The words came before she even had time to process them, slipping out like they had been begging to be said.

“I don’t love you anymore.”

The silence that followed was deafening as Marco flinched at the words.

Even she hadn’t expected to say it. Not like that. Not with such ease. Not without that familiar ache in her chest that used to be there whenever she thought of Marco DeLuca. But now?

There was nothing.

It was strange. Because for years, those words would have been unthinkable. For years, she had been drowning in him, waiting for him to see her, to choose her, to love her back. But the second those words left her lips, she realized something.

She was free.

She blinked, as if testing herself, searching for the pain, the regret the longing. But there was none. And that realization–God,

it was almost funny.

A soft chuckle slipped from her lips, small at first, then a little more, until she was actually laughing.

“Hah… haha…” She pressed her lips together, shaking her head in disbelief.

Marco just stared at her, completely still, completely silent.

She could feel the weight of his gaze, but she didn’t flinch. Not this time.

“I… don’t love you anymore,” she said again, slower this time, as it rolling the words over in her mouth, feeling their shape,

their truth.

And as she said them again, something deep inside her cracked open–something she had been holding onto for far too long. It felt light, unfamiliar, but so damn liberating.

A tear slipped down her cheek, warm against her skin. But it wasn’t the kind of tear she used to shed for him. It wasn’t born from heartbreak or longing. It wasn’t heavy with the burden of wanting something she could never have.

It was of relief.

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She looked at him, really looked at him, and for the first time In what felt like forever, she saw Marco DeLuca for exactly what he was. A man. Not the center of her world. Not the person her life revolved around. Just…..another man.

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