Escape From Wedding Novels & Stories

I'm about to have my third wedding, with zero marriage. Anyone would count me crazy for accepting such a wedding, but it doesn't matter to me, if it's the little price I've to pay for my long-deserved freedom. I notice his attention gradually fixes down to me as I say these words, “Why are you suddenly interested in the wedding? The last time I checked you tried to escape.” “Until I realized how harmless you're,” I say, hoping that my plan works out for good this time. Marco burst into laughter, “You have no idea what I am capable of.”

She looked at her husband, and he winked. “Viel is big now. Can we make his playmate, Sweetheart?” Vale said in mischief. Einille heartily laughed, “Why not! I would love that.” They giggled together. Yes, after all that happened. This was their beautiful escape. THE END

They love it, buying a house away from all the New York noise and settling for a beautiful home out in the country. "Ok, I guess it's time we make our way out before we lose our plane. You guys ready? Say bye to mom and dad?" Loretta says to Aiden and Emily. They stand, Aiden is a bit reluctant to turn off his game until Jake gives him the look. He gets serious, but honestly Aiden has just as big of a temper as he does. Aiden turns off his console and walks towards us.

Yes, this wedding was meant to clean my name, but as much as I want, I don't want any other people in my wedding who are not related to us. Judge Helerio's words did not register in my brain. I was thinking about how to get out of here. I hope a knight comes and runs me away. But it seems that there is really no hope. "Stop thinking about escaping because that is very impossible, my love," Hudson said in a low voice. "My love! That's so gross!"

Jared's POV I didn't stick around. I went home. My neighbor did a double take. "Jared? Why are you home? Wasn't your wedding today?" I'd been planning that wedding forever. Everyone knew. So yeah, getting ditched at the last second? Not exactly easy to hide. I didn't stop unlocking the door. "We're not getting married. She's busy." Busy giving her ex a wedding. Pity flickered across my neighbor's face, but she was nice enough not to ask.

Yvonne and Samuel, however, looked like bedraggled refugees. In addition, the bride-to-be looked miserable, making it clear she wasn't getting married by choice. Yet, regardless of what they were thinking, the staff did their jobs and processed the marriage certificate. They were even forced to take a photo to celebrate that moment. That was easily the most hideous and strange thing they had ever seen in the city hall. Upon hearing from the chauffeur that Yvonne and Samuel had gotten their marriage certificate, I felt a surge of satisfaction, as if a mischievous scheme had worked perfectly. However, this particular scheme would haunt them for as long as they lived.

he cut me off, his voice sharp, leaving no room for argument. For a moment, I froze. Was this… a lifeline or another trap? My heart twisted. What if he didn’t keep his word after the contract was over? What if all this was just another cruel game to him? Then he released another bombshell that left me breathless: “The wedding is taking place in two days time. Go get yourself prepared.” In two days? No. No. No. No.

Everyone else was celebrating, but for me, the weight of everything I signed up for had just crashed down. I knew the wedding was part of the deal, a necessary step for Niklaus to secure his position as CEO, but four days? This was what I’d signed up for, yet why did my chest feel like it was being squeezed? A single tear escaped and tracked down my cheek. I wiped it away quickly, gripping my clutch until my knuckles turned white. I couldn’t stay here. I needed to move. Fast. Avoiding the main entrance, I slipped through a side exit. Despite the heavy security, no one seemed to notice a girl in a ball gown fleeing into the night. Once I was far enough away from the hall, I hailed a taxi and

“Where are we going?” “The Maldorian Islands,” he said, unfastening his bowtie and tossing it aside casually. “I figured you needed to get away from all this for a while to relax.” I was stunned. When I was with Dylan, every time I brought up traveling together, he always brushed it off with the excuse that he was busy with work. Now, on the very day of our wedding, Jasper was already whisking me away. My eyes shimmered with tears. “Why are you treating me so kindly?” I asked, my voice trembling. “We barely even know each other.”

On the way I messaged my contact from my pack, Hannah, to tell her I had left. In the taxi, I actually felt relieved that he had insisted that the wedding be small, and I did not even tell my clan he had asked me to become his mate. This saved me from dealing with the disgrace of running away. As I entered the airport, I decided to call Alex. I felt I owed him at least that much—to tell him our bond was over. He never picked up the call but sent me an angry voice message back. "Just get to my pack; the Oracle is waiting. Something happened to Elsa, so I will be a bit late. Why are you acting as though I will be running away?"