Todos los capítulos de Chasing My Runaway Bride: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

Third person's POV As Emma gradually regained consciousness, her eyelids fluttered open, and the sterile surroundings of the hospital room came into focus. Confusion clouded her gaze momentarily until the memory of the recent bank incident flooded back. Panic welled up within her as the recollection of the armed intrusion and her vulnerability resurfaced.She instinctively reached for her shoulder, where the searing pain had lingered before the darkness took over. The throbbing ache now served as a visceral reminder of the traumatic event. Her hands trembled, mirroring the internal turmoil that gripped her.As the medical staff and concerned faces surrounded her, Emma grappled with a deep-seated fear. The echoes of past trauma, long suppressed but now forcefully resurrected, reverberated through her mind. It wasn't just the recent bank incident; it was a haunting reminder of a life-altering event that had scarred her soul.In the fragile moments of wakefulness, Emma's trembling inten

Emma's POV We started having food and everything tasted so good that I could not help moaning. But the next moment I saw him looking at me with his thoughts somewhere else. " Hey!! What happened?? Are you not enjoying it? " " I am... " He said weirdly. " Then have your food. " I said and continued having our makhni daal with spicy Butter paneer and the flatbread called Naan. The food was so tasty that I could not help licking my fingertips, which got smeared with the rich, thick, buttery gravy. He again kept looking at me. I raised my eyebrow at him to ask without speaking as I was enjoying the food so much that I didn't want to say anything. He just gulped and shook his head. Anyway, we finished the food and came out he made me sit in the car, and then we came back home. The moment he stepped into my luxurious penthouse, his eyes shone in amazement. "Emma, this place is like a dream! I have been dreaming of living here ever since I visited you for the first time," he exclaimed,

Emma's POV I was adding the maple syrup when he came very close to me while keeping my coffee mug in front of me. I was startled, and the maple syrup spilled on my other hand. " Oops sorry! " He said. I shook my head with a smile and went to wash my hands. " Hey, stop!!! " He said and caught my hand in his, and before I could understand anything, he wiped the syrup with his forefinger and licked it. What was that?? " I told you I don't like the wastage of the food. " " Leave my hand, it is sticky. " I said but I was shocked by his next action. He pulled my hand to his mouth and he licked the little spot where I had spilled the syrup. I was shocked as hell at his intimate gesture. " Ryan!!! What are you doing?? " I asked but I didn't sound offended but shocked. " Cleaning your hand. " He looked at me with an innocent smile, as if he was born yesterday. " Don't dare to do that again. " I said. " Oh, God!! My dear girlfriend, we have to pretend that we are in a relationship,

Emma's POV My father's gaze swept over Ryan with the thoroughness of a hawk examining its prey.“Mr. Wales,” Ryan said, extending his hand with a firm, confident grip. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.”My father’s handshake was brisk and devoid of warmth. He looked Ryan up and down, his expression a mixture of skepticism and condescension. “Mr. Ryan Taylor,” he replied, his tone clipped and his words laced with an air of superiority.There was an undeniable tension in the air. My father’s disdain was palpable, and it was clear that Ryan’s profession as a journalist, struggling model, and actor did not impress him. He had always believed that only those of high social standing were worthy of his daughter’s attention, and Ryan, with his unconventional career path, did not fit the bill.As we moved into the drawing room, my father’s remarks began to reveal the true depth of his disapproval. “I must say, Emma,” he began with a hint of derision, “your choice of a fiancé is quite... unconv

Emma's POV The tension in the room was so thick that it could easily be cut with a knife. Everyone was wondering if what he said was correct. " We have photographs that we clicked on our dates, I am living with her as my apartment has gone into redevelopment. We have many ways to prove that we are together I don't know how you could be so sure that she was single till last week, until and unless you were stalking her. Can you tell me why you were doing that when you were engaged to her younger sister Eva? How does it matter to you if she is dating someone or is single? Eva, dear, don't you think, you should be asking him questions instead of him asking her? He is not her boyfriend or fiance now. Emma is not bound to answer him, but I guess he is, to you." Ryan said, and Eva looked at Daniel, now he was looking uncomfortable. Ryan turned the table in a matter of a few seconds. His reassuring presence was the only thing keeping me from falling apart." All of you, please stop arguing