Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 116

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Grace’s unapologetic tone cut clean through the room. She was now a woman stripped of hesitation. To Marco, it was no longer a surprise–the venom in her tone, the spine in her voice. He had seen glimpses of this Grace before… but never like this. Never this unrelenting.

Bartholomew, however, still hadn’t grasped it. He wasn’t a man who bowed to women, especially not ones he raised like pawns. His face twisted in outrage, and he barked through his pain, “How dare you –”

But he never finished the sentence.

In one blink, her eyes snapped toward him with lethal precision. Her hand moved faster than Marco could process, a sudden, seamless draw of the pistol from her side, the twitch of a finger, and then…

Bang.

The shot rang out like a thunderclap in a storm already brewing. Bartholomew let out a guttural cry as he stumbled back feeling the second bullet tear through his opposite shoulder. He collapsed against the chair and blood now bloomed through both sides of his suit like spreading ink stains. His face contorted, somewhere between agony and disbelief. The second wound had robbed him of his voice, leaving only the sound of labored, furious breathing.

Marco stumbled a step forward as his heart began thundering in his chest.

“Grace!” he shouted. His gun was still in his hand, but he couldn’t raise it. Not against her. Never against her. “Stop this nonsense! Please, listen to me!”

He pleaded, thinking he could still save her. He couldn’t deny the fact that Grace held his heart and it pained him thinking just the thought of him pulling the trigger of his gun against her.

“Grace…‘ “Marco stepped closer, speaking softly like trying to calm a wild thing. “Please, I’m begging you… I don’t want to lose you. I love you…”

Those words made her turn.

Her eyes finally fell on him. “No, Marco,” she said quietly, and there was no hatred in her voice. Just the sad reality of someone who had given everything and received nothing in return. “You love Faith. You loved her more than anything in this world. And you should be mad. Furious. She didn’t deserve what happened to her.”

With that, she then turned her eyes back to Bartholomew and slowly raised the gun again.

“But if you’re looking for someone to blame…” she said as her voice broke ever so slightly, “…let me point you to the right man.”

“What are you talking about?” Marco asked, shake and confused. His gun hung forgotten in his hand as he watched her with a creeping sense of dread.

Grace didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she calmly stepped forward and pointed the barrel

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directly at Bartholomew’s head, who was now slumped back in the chair, breathing raggedly, skin pale from blood loss.

“Meet your real father,” she said, her voice trembling with restrained fury. “The man who forced himself on Faith and got her pregnant.”

Marco’s entire body went still. The words didn’t make sense to him. It was like hearing a foreign language spoken too fast. They just echoed, and echoed, “What…?”

“She’s lying!” Bartholomew roared to defend himself. “She’s a lying whore! Don’t listen to her – she’s trying to turn you against me!”

“Shut up,” Grace growled. Then, without breaking eye contact, she reached down to her boot, pulled out a long, wickedly curved blade, and drove it into the wood of the table. The steel hit with a brutal thud, vibrating the surface.

“Before Faith died, you sent us on a mission.” she said. “Remember, Marco? It was a suicide job. And you, Bartholomew Blackwood, knew it. You planned it. You hired mercenaries to clean us off the map and make it look like an accident. But we survived. Barely. Months passed before we returned. And no one came for us. No one answered our calls. Not you. Not your men. We were

abandoned.”

Marco’s stomach twisted. He remembered the mission. He remembered how wrong it had felt- how exposed they were. He had assumed it was poor planning. He had never imagined it was an ambush. But still… it’s too difficult to believe Grace.

“And when we came back,” Grace continued, “while you made sure Marco was still healing in a hospital, your own son, whom you wanted dead because you desired his woman… I found Faith.”

Her voice cracked.

“I found her… and she was pregnant.” She paused and glanced at Marco. “And I bet you did not know that because he cleaned up after his mess very well. He even killed your mother, his wife… to make sure no one would go against his obsession for Faith.” Grace scoffed as she shook her head in utter disbelief.

But Grace wasn’t done yet.

“And when it started coming back to me…” Grace’s voice faltered as though the words themselves were being dredged from the bottom of a drowning sea. Her eyes locked on Bartholomew, but they weren’t the eyes of a woman just seeking vengeance. They were the eyes of someone crawling back from hell, carrying a truth too long buried beneath grief.

“My memories reminded me what really happened hat night…” She sucked in a breath as her shoulders trembled.

The gun in her hand dipped slightly as if her arms were suddenly too heavy to lift. “I forgot, you know. I forgot what exactly happened that night. No because I wanted to, but because my mind couldn’t bear it. I stood over her body… watching the light leave her eyes. Her blood was on my hands… and I thought… I thought it was my fault. That I led her to her death.”

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Her voice cracked, and a single sob tried to break free–but she swallowed it down with clenched

teeth.

“The truck… the blood…” Her fingers trembled around the grip of the pistol as the tears she’d fought so long to suppress finally fell, leaving silent trails down her cheeks. “I remembered it. I remembered you, Bartholomew. Driving, speeding, with headlights bright as fire. You were coming for me.”

She turned slightly, not looking at Marco, but speaking loud enough for him to hear–because this truth was no longer hers alone. It was his too.

“But what you didn’t expect,” she said, her voice hollow, “was her running after me. She screamed my name. Pushed me out of the way.”

A pause choked her, and when she spoke again, it was barely a whisper.

“You hit her.”

“You killed her… and you just left the scene as if you’d run over nothing more than a stray dog. As if she meant nothing.”

“You…” Grace’s voice trembled with fury as she took a slow step forward, her eyes seething beneath her tear–streaked face. “You are a heartless monster…”

Without another second wasted, she hurled her gun across the room as it clattered hard against the wall. Then, she reached for a blade strapped to her hip before she yanked the knife buried in the table and gripped both with white–knuckled hands.

“Therefore, I will end you without mercy…”