All Chapters of The Billionaire's Runaway Bride: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

(Elena POV)The ballroom glittered with wealth. Diamonds winked under golden chandeliers, champagne fizz bubbled in crystal flutes, and violins sang notes of luxury. I pulled the mask lower over my face with trembling hands and I am trying to breathe, here goes nothing.Every instinct were screaming for me to run for the heels. I wasn’t a porcelain heiress with a gilded last name. I am an imposter—hiding in satin and silk. But tonight, the “charity bride auction” is my shield. As long as I blend with the other women lined up backstage, they won’t find me.My heart hammered. Especially him.Damian Blackwood. The man I am supposed to marry. A billionaire whose name made tycoons tremble. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. I had seen the way he looked at me during our brief engagement meetings—like I was just another piece of asset, another acquisition. And I refuse to be bought.The curtains lifted. Applause rolled through the crowd.One by one, we glided onto the stage, gowns shimmering under

(Damian POV)What a good day to kill someone, I thought as I sipped my black coffee while looking out the beautiful view from my penthouse. “This view never gets old” I said while enjoying the little peace I get every day but of course, it never last long… “Good morning boss” mehn I wish I can kill this guy already. “What do you want Arnold?” I said while eye brows raised and eyes filled with rage. “S... sorry sir but your brother is at the lobby waiting for you” he said with trembling voice, sigh… “Fine, I’ll be down in 15, now leave me alone” “yes sir” he said with hurried feet. I got downstairs after an hour; yes I know I said after 15 but fuck it, I can do whatever I want. “This better be important David” “quit your whining big brother, I just came to check to see if you were still alive” he said“Hahaha very funny, you have seen me, now you can go”“Cool down bro, what’s the rush anyways, we got the address of Mr. James, the one that owes money from the casino in Boston”“Now you

(Elena POV)I stared out the window of Damian’s penthouse—the city glittered like a thousand promises that I couldn’t touch.Months had passed since the engagement announcement. The internet called me “The Luckiest Bride in the World.” But luck didn’t feel like a locked door and twenty-four-hour security especially after what happened on the night of our dinner date.At 8pm, Damian was outside of the penthouse building waiting for me and I came down when I was informed by Christopher. We got to this really fancy restaurant and it took everything in my power not to look like a maniac staring at the place with so much awe and I mean how could I when all eyes were on us as we walked in, all I could think of was for the heavens to open and just take me but then Damian had his hands wrapped tightly around my waist, ensuring that I don’t fall, I guess he caught how I was feeling. While the dinner was going smoothly, there was an explosion, a lot of people lost their lives and I was scared t

I tried leaving the mansion by noon.I made it as far as the front door before Christopher blocked me. Shit, I’ve been caught.“Orders, ma’am.”“From who?” I demanded.He looked at me flatly. “My boss. Your husband.”The word husband felt like a slap.Damian showed up minutes later, eyes cold, aura sharp. Holy shit, when did he get here, do they have this physic connection.“Elena, I told you: you don’t go anywhere without protection.” He said“I’m not a child!”“No,” he said softly, “you’re worse. You’re a target.”I froze. A target? Target for what?He stepped closer, his voice dropping dangerously, “last night wasn’t random. Those men weren’t simply drunk. They were testing my boundaries.”“Boundaries?”“Touch you… and see what I’d do.” I am not going to lie, that was kind of hot, snap out of it Elena, we are supposed to be pissed.His eyes darkened.“And I did exactly what they wanted to see.”“What does that mean?” I whispered.“It means this isn’t about you being my bride, Elena