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

Last Updated : 2026-01-25

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

Last Updated : 2026-01-27

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,

Last Updated : 2026-01-28

All Chapters of BILLIONAIRE'S RUNAWAY BRIDE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

11: THE GETAWAY

12: QUESTIONS

13: LINE WE CROSSED