Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Seven Days

Chapter 95: Seven Days

Marco stopped in front of the heavy wooden door and glanced down at the woman in his arms.

Grace had gone quiet while her fingers were curled weakly into the fabric of his shirt. From the way her body tensed, he could tell she was bracing herself.

Her father’s study had always been an unforgiving place. It smelled of expensive whiskey, cigar smoke, and the burden of all expectations he has thrown towards her. It was a place where Bartholomew Blackwood had spent years shaping his empire, where he had made decisions that ruined lives without so much as blinking.

And now, Grace was willingly walking into the lion’s den, just after barely surviving the last time she stood before him.

Marco didn’t like it. Not one damn bit.

“What do you want with him?” Marco asked feeling somewhat frustrated.

She exhaled softly, her grip on his shirt tightening for a fraction of a second before she forced herself to loosen it.

“I… just want to say my final goodbye,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Marco’s brows knitted together. Final goodbye? –

For a split second, he thought–Was she finally leaving this place? Leaving her father for good? If that was what she meant, then he was relieved. No, more than that. He was glad. She deserved to be free from this house, free from the suffocating burden that had never been hers to bear.

So with a resigned sigh, he carefully set her down. She swayed slightly as her feet touched the floor, but he was there, steadying her before she could stumble.

For a moment, she remained still, staring at the door. Then, with a deep breath, she lifted a hand and knocked.

“Enter.”

Marco felt her stiffen at the sound of her father’s voice.

He shot one last glance at her profile, at the determined but weary expression on her face.

And then, without another word, Grace pushed the door open and stepped inside.

“Why are you here?” Bartholomew asked sternly.

“Hello again, Father.”

Grace

ce was steady as she addressed the man before her. There was no hesitation in her steps as she moved forward despite the strain evident in her posture. Marco remained close behind her prepared to offer support should she falter.

For a brief moment, he allowed himself to believe that this was the moment she would sever ties with the man who had brought her nothing but suffering. He had expected words of closure, an irrevocable farewell to the past that had burdened her for so -long.

Instead, the words that left her lips shattered every expectation.

“I agree with the marriage.”

A palpable silence settled over the room.

Marco froze. His breath hitched as disbelief crashed over him, drowning out every rational thought.

Bartholomew, too, appeared momentarily taken aback, though the surprise was fleeting. Almost immediately, his expression shifted, the tension in his brows easing as a slow smile crept across his face.

Chapter 95: Seven Days

“Well, would you look at that,” he mused, leaning back in his chair with satisfaction. “You should have said so before everything escalated. I guess a little beating brought you to your senses.”

Marco barely registered the words. His mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the decision Grace had just made.

Why?

Why, after everything this man had done to lier–was she agreeing to this?

His hands curled into fists at his sides, a silent war raging within n as he fought against the urge to intervene. But before he could speak, Grace continued in a firm and unwavering voice.

“But I want the wedding to be done as soon as possible,” she declared. “Make it seven days from now. If it does not happen within seven days, I am backing out, and I do not care what you do to me.”

Marco’s composure snapped.

“Grace-!”

His voice rang out, edged with frustration, but before he could take a step toward her, Bartholomew cut him off with a single, authoritative command.

“Silence.”

Marco’s jaw locked, fury boiling just beneath the surface as he forced himself to remain still.

Bartholomew, however, seemed more than pleased. A slow clap echoed through the room, the sound deliberate, smug.

“Very well,” he said, his smile widening. “I will arrange it as soon as possible.”

“Good,” she murmured. “Then I’ll take my leave.”

Without waiting for a dismissal, she turned on her heel and strode toward the door, her movements steady despite the obvious strain in her body. Marco was quick to follow, his eyes never leaving her frail figure.

Bartholomew made no attempt to stop them. Instead, he merely chuckled under his breath. “Make sure you’re well–rested, dear, “he called after her, amusement dripping from his tone. “A bride should look her best on her wedding day.”

Grace didn’t respond. She simply kept walking, her pace never faltering until she reached the door and pushed it open.

Marco followed her out without a second glance at the man behind them. The moment the door shut, sealing them off from Bartholomew’s watchful gaze, his restraint snapped.

He grabbed Grace’s wrist and turned her to face him, his eyes burning with barely contained rage.

“Wha

hell was that?” he demanded, his voice sharp with disbelief. “You just agreed to marry a man you don’t even know!”

Grace slapped his hand away and looked him in the eyes.

“What do you want me to do?” Her voice shook with fury as each word landed like a punch. “Wait and hope for a prince to come and save me? Fuck with those fairytales!” She scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips.

“First of all, I’m not a fucking princess. I was raised to be a warrior, and I will die a warrior! I have no tears left to cry on a well and hope for fairy godmother to give me a happily ever after! Because no fairy godmother is coming! Do you hear me? No one’s going to swoop in and fix this for me.”

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her whole body vibrating with the force of the emotions she had buried for far too long. She stepped forward, her face inches from his, and her voice dropped into a cold, biting tone.

“You should be happy, Marco.” Her words were like ice. “Your beloved Faith is finally getting her revenge now that I am getting one hell of a life. And all of you can get all of your fucking happily ever afters.” The final words felt like a knife in the silence that

followed.

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Chapter 95. Seven Days

Without another glance, Grace turned on her heel and dragged herself back upstairs. Marco stood frozen, stunned.

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