Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Nowhere

The sun had begun its slow descent, leaving shadows across the Blackwood estate, but Grace had yet to return.

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Marco stood near the entrance while tapping his fingers impatiently against his arm as he checked his watch for what felt like the hundredth time. Hours had passed since she had left. At first, he told himself not to worry. She needed space. He had seen the way she looked at him earlier today—the way she had shut him out and put up walls even he could not break through. He had assumed she would come back when she was ready.

But Grace was not the type of person to handle her emotions rationally.

The minutes stretched into hours, and a nagging sense of unease settled in his chest. Something felt wrong. She was reckless, but never careless. No matter how destructive her emotions became, she always carried herself with a certain level of control–a stubborn will that refused to be perceived as weak.

And yet, he felt like she has been taking her time.

By the time the sky shifted into streaks of deep orange and blue, Marco had made his decision.

Without another moment of hesitation, he grabbed his keys and made his way to his car, already certain of where she had gone.

The cemetery.

It was not a guess. It was the only place she could be considering what day it was for her.

And so he drove with urgency, weaving through the streets as the city slowly transitioned from day to night. With every passing second, the feeling in his gut worsened. The unease clawed at him as if his instincts were warning him that something was terribly wrong.

By the time he reached the cemetery, the sun had nearly disappeared beyond the horizon. As he pulled up near the entrance, eyes immediately darted toward the side of the road, searching for any sign of her.

His chest loosened slightly when he finally spotted her car.

Marco exhaled, gripping the wheel tightly for a brief moment before stepping out of his own vehicle. If her car was here, then she was still here. Which meant nothing had happened.

At least, that was what he tried to tell himself as he made his way through the cemetery qith quick and purposeful strides. He knew exactly where she would be.

Faith’s grave.

Yet, when he arrived, she was not there.

his

Marco ran a hand through his hair as his fingers clenched at the strands while his pulse thundered in his ears. He turned on his heel, scanning the cemetery grounds one last time, his sharp eyes darting between the rows of gravestones, the empty pathways, the shadows stretching long against the fading light. The sinking feeling in his stomach grew worse with every second that passed.

Grace was nowhere to be seen.

His jaw tightened, frustration bubbling beneath his skin as he stormed back toward her car. He yanked the driver’s side door open, hoping for something, anything that could tell him where she had gone. But aside from her keys and phone, there was nothing. No note. No message. No sign of struggle.

His breathing was heavier now, his patience running thin.

He had waited too long to come after her.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, he slammed the door shut and strode to his own car. He wasted no time getting in

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Chapter 83: Nowhere

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out of his desperation and panic.

He jammed the key into the ignition and the engine roared to life he gripped the wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. He had no plan, no clear direction, but none of that mattered. He would drive through every street, check every road, turn this entire damn city upside down if he had to.

Because he had to find her.

The tires screeched slightly against the pavement as lie pulled onto the road, his mind racing just as fast as his car. His sharp gaze flicked between the sidewalks, the alleyways, the distant silhuettes of people walking past, scanning, and searching

‘Where would she go?‘ He thought.

Grace was reckless, but she wasn’t the kind of person to simply wander aimlessly. If she wasn’t at the cemetery anymore, then something had pulled her away—something strong enough to make her leave behind her car, her phone.

That thought unsettled him more than he was willing to admit.

He pressed his foot harder on the gas as he turned onto a quieter street while his eyes began scanning for anything out of place.

Had she taken a cab? Doubtful. Grace never left herself vulnerable like that.

Had she walked? Maybe. But where?

Another turn. Another empty street.

Marco clenched his jaw, his fingers flexing against the wheel as frustration burned beneath his skin. He wasn’t used to this- this helpless, suffocating feeling crawling under his ribs that was sinking deep into his bones.

So, he continued his search as his frustration mounted with every empty street he passed. The longer Grace remained missing, the worse the unease in his chest became. He couldn’t do this alone–he needed more eyes on the ground. Without wasting another second, he grabbed his phone and dialed one of Grace’s men.

The call barely rang before it was answered.

“Sir.” The man’s voice was steady, waiting for instructions.

“Grab the men and start looking for Grace.” Marco’s tone was sharp, leaving no room for argument. He knew he didn’t have the authority to command them, not officially–but that didn’t matter

But instead of immediate agreement, silence stretched on the other end of the line.

Marco’s grip on the wheel tightened.

“What?” He asked confused at the man’s silence.

There was another brief pause before the man finally spoke.

“Sir, Miss Grace…”

The hesitation in his voice sent a chill down Marco’s spine.

And then, in the middle of the busy road, Marco slammed on the brakes.

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