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12: QUESTIONS
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BILLIONAIRE'S RUNAWAY BRIDE 13: LINE WE CROSSED
SIERRAHe lit another cigarette.The sound was small, almost insignificant, but it made me flinch anyway. The flame bloomed briefly, painting his face in sharp light before vanishing again. Smoke curled upward, thick and slow, as if even it was reluctant to leave.“Sit back down,” he said without looking at me.I didn’t.I watched him from the passenger seat, my chest tightening with every second he stayed silent. He looked tired now—not physically, but like something inside him had been stretched too thin. His shoulders were rigid, his jaw clenched so tight I could see the muscle twitch beneath his skin. He stared out into the dark road, not at me, like looking at me directly would force him to make a decision he didn’t want to face.Panic rose in my throat.This was my last chance. I felt it instinctively—the way prey senses the closing of a trap.“I just need a minute,” I said,
BILLIONAIRE'S RUNAWAY BRIDE 12: QUESTIONS
SIERRAThe car slowed without warning.“Wait—” I started, but the words died in my throat.Gravel crunched beneath the tires as we veered off the road, the sound brutal in the quiet night. When the engine cut, the sudden silence felt wrong—too heavy, too complete. No city noise followed us here. No lights. No witnesses.We were far away now.The headlights stayed on, slicing through the darkness and revealing nothing but trees and an empty stretch of road that disappeared into shadow. I stayed perfectly still, my hands twisted tightly in the jacket around me, my pulse roaring in my ears.“What are you doing?” My voice came out thin, useless.He didn’t answer.He stepped out of the car.I flinched at the sound of the door closing, watched his tall shape move in front of the headlights. He dragged a hand through his hair, the motion sharp, restless—like someone holding himself back. When he leaned against the hood, I noticed it then: the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tighten
BILLIONAIRE'S RUNAWAY BRIDE 11: THE GETAWAY
The car was already running when we reached it.The engine’s low hum vibrated through the night, through the soles of my feet, through my bones. Luiz opened the door and I climbed in on shaking legs, my body stiff with pain, my mind numb with terror. The door shut behind me with a dull thud that sounded final—like a line being drawn between who I was and whatever I was becoming.The car moved.I didn’t look back.I couldn’t.If I turned my head even a little, I knew I would see the house—the place that had never been home, the walls that had swallowed my childhood, the room where I had been locked away with a wedding dress waiting like a noose. I knew I would see lights turning on, shadows runnin
BILLIONAIRE'S RUNAWAY BRIDE 10:WHEN HE COMES BACK
When He Comes BackAlessandroThe city lay beneath him, sharp and glittering, every light a reminder of control—of power that bent men, money, and fate to his will.And yet, tonight, something was wrong.Alessandro Mendrez stood motionless before the window, mask discarded on the table behind him, his reflection staring back like a stranger. His jaw was tight, his fingers curled slowly, deliberately, as if restraining something violent.She had run.Not attempted.Not hesitated.She had run.The image refused to leave him—her smal
BILLIONAIRE'S RUNAWAY BRIDE 9:UNEXPECTED SAVIOUR
I didn’t eat.The tray sat untouched on the floor long after the sun had disappeared, the food growing cold, the smell turning sour. My stomach twisted painfully—not from hunger alone, but from fear. From the knowledge that this was my last night as myself.Tomorrow, I would belong to someone else.My body shook as I sat on the edge of the bed, arms wrapped tightly around myself. Tears blurred my vision until the walls melted into shadows. I cried silently at first, biting my lip so hard it hurt, but the sobs eventually broke free, raw and uncontrollable.I couldn’t do this.I couldn’t wear the dress.I couldn’t marry him.
BILLIONAIRE'S RUNAWAY BRIDE 8:THE MAN SENT TO WATCH ME
Chapter 8 The Man Sent to Watch MeI knew something was wrong the moment the house went quiet.Not the usual quiet—the kind that settles late at night when everyone is asleep—but a careful, deliberate silence. The kind that comes before something bad happens. The kind that makes your skin prickle and your heart start to race for no reason at all.I was sitting on the floor when I heard it. Voices. Low. Male.I pressed myself closer to the wall, breath shallow, ears straining.“…keep her locked until morning,” my uncle slurred. I could hear the alcohol in his voice even through the thick wood of the door. “She’s stubborn. Might try something stupid.”“She won’t,” another man said.His voice was different. Calm. Cold. Controlled.“She won’t escape,” the man continued. “That’s why I’m here.”My stomach dropped.“Alessandro doesn’t tolerate mistakes,” my uncle added, laughing nervously. “If she disappears, it’s my neck.”There was a pause. Then the calm voice again. “It won’t happen.”I
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