Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 121

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Chapter 121: Confession

Chapter 121: Confession

“She’s stabilizing,” she said, gently. “Vitals are holding strong. Fever’s gone. The wound’s healing better than we expected.”

“Good.” He answered. “What about treatment?”

The doctor hesitated just a beat, but enough for him to notice.

“Tell me.”

“She’s not ready yet. Her body’s still recovering. Starting chemotherapy now would do more harm than good. We have to let her regain more strength.”

Keegan’s jaw flexed. “We don’t have time to wait. He firmly said and finally stood up to face her.

“I know. But this isn’t something we do just carelessly. This is about her survival,” Halvorsen said calmly. “If we start too early, we risk knocking her down again. She needs to be stronger to handle what’s coming.”

Keegan knew the doctor was right and so he only sighed in response before asking another question. “And the bone marrow match?”

“We’re searching. So far, nothing definitive. Some partials. No full donors yet. But the registry is wide, and we’re running expedited tests.”

“That’s not enough,” he muttered. “If we need to open private banks, do it. Pay volunteers Run every goddamn test in the system.”

“We are. But Keegan…this part takes time. You know that. And right now, the best thing for her is rest and steady care.”

”

Keegan ran a hand down his face as his eyes flicked to Grace. He knew the doctor was right.

“She’s been fighting for too long,” he said under his breath. “And if I hadn’t met her… I wouldn’t know what she was going through.”

Halvorsen softened. “Sometimes the strongest ones make it hardest to notice. She’s one of those people who carry their pain like armor.”

“Yeah.” Keegan said in agreement. “She’s one of a kind.” He added before he stepped closer and sat back down beside her, reaching for her hand.

“I don’t care how long it takes,” he said, more to Grace than the doctor. “I’ll wait. I’ll fix this. Just open your eyes.

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Dr. Halvorsen gave a quiet, respectful hum and stepped out, leaving him alone with the

unconscious Grace.

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Chapter 121 Confession

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Keegan sat back in the chair by her bedside like he had every day, with elbows on his knees, fingers laced together tightly. It had been a week since Keegan rescued Grace but there was always a tightness in his chest when he looked at her. He hated how still she was. Grace was never still. She was motion and fire. This version of her… felt like a lie.

Even so, unlike that night, her body was now fighting to recover. She looked different. Less pale, less fragile, and the bruises had faded from violent purples to softer shades. Her chest rose and fell with rhythm while machines beeped steadily around her.

Keegan watched her like a man trying to remember what peace looked like. Because the moment he learned everything about her, it was already enough. Enough to hate what the world had done to her. Enough to want to rewrite every year she lived without kindness. Enough to know that if he’d been even a second too late that night, she would’ve slipped through for good.

The thought made his stomach turn.

He leaned back, exhaling slow and ran a hand through his hair.

He’d read everything he could get his hands on. Every file, every photograph, every hidden record that hadn’t been erased by powerful men with enough blood on their hands to drown cities. Grace Blackwood wasn’t just the adopted daughter of a mafia patriarch. She was a ghost of a system the world chose to look away from. One of the little girls sold into the underworld’s darkest trade, passed around like a thing–not a child, not a soul, just a price tag

for men who fed on innocence.

The deeper he dug, the harder it became to breathe.

Grace had never stood a chance. She was born into a world that didn’t want her, to a woman who saw her not as a daughter, but as a burden to be traded. A child born from a prostitute From the very beginning, her life had been decided for her–not with love or protection, but with abandonment. She was handed off before she could even receive her own name.

“Прости… что нашёл тебя слишком поздно…” (“I’m sorry that I found you too late…“) Keegan whispered with eyes closed as he gently squeezed her hand, needing the confirmation that she was still there.

“О чём ты говоришь?.. Ты…. пришёл вовремя.” (“What… are you talking about? You… arrived on time…“) A weak, raspy voice, and barely audible suddenly pulled him out of his

worries.

Keegan’s breath instantly caught in his throat. His eyes flew open as disbelief flashed across

his face.

ы понимаешь меня?” (“You understand me?) he whispered as his heart pounded inside

his chest.

Her lips tugged slightly, the barest hint of a smile as her lashes lifted just enough to meet his stunned gaze.

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“Конечно. Меня учили русскому с детства.” (Of course. I was taught Russian ever since I was young.“)

Keegan laughed softly in adoration as he kissed her knuckles and lingered there a moment longer than necessary. Relief shimmered in his eyes like a man who’d just been granted a prayer he had been praying all his life.

“I’m glad you’re awake…” he murmured.

Grace smiled faintly even when her lips were dry and her voice was dusted with sleep. “Heh… are you in love with me, Segen?” she joked. Her tone was light, but her eyes shifted away, as if she were the one embarrassed by her own words. She gave a tiny shake of her head. “Don’t answer that. It was stupid…”

But Keegan didn’t let her look away.

Instead, he didn’t let go of her hand and kissed it once more.

“Yes,” he said quietly. “Yes, I’m in love with you.”

Grace flinched at his response and immediately looked back at him.

“And I’m not making the same mistake twice,” he continued in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m not walking away without saying it. Not when I almost lost you before I ever got to tell

you.”

“No…” Her voice cracked, and she drew in a shaky breath before letting it go with a bitter laugh that didn’t reach her eyes. “Hah… you only pity me, Segen. I’d rather you feel that way…”

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