Escape From Wedding Novels & Stories

"Who was he with? " "An identified female with a head concussion . " Oh hell let this be a dream. "What was she wearing ?" "A blue and white stripped dress." "There was a shooting which resulted in an accident near the train station. They were caught in the crossfire. " I ran as fast as I could to my car while talking. "I'm on my way . The woman you can't identify is my wife she's pregnant. " I started driving . "We are doing all we can. They are both injured badly."

"Don't do that. Don't use my grief against me. This has nothing to do with my parents and everything to do with the fact that you're allowing your mother to orchestrate something disgusting in our marriage." "She needs to leave," I continued, my voice cracking. "Vanessa needs to leave this house. Today. Now. I want her gone." Adrian turned to face me fully. His expression was pained, torn between what he knew was right and what his mother had convinced him to accept. "She has nowhere else to go," he said finally. I laughed "And so?" I said flatly. "She should find somewhere else to go.” “You owe me your loyalty, Adrian,” I continued. “Me, not your mother. Me."

Behind us, the ballroom erupted into a chaotic swarm of shouting executives, weeping bridesmaids, and the heavy, rhythmic stomp of the FBI agents securing the lower access points. I didn't look back at the chaos. I didn't look at Arthur being led out through the side service door in handcuffs. I pulled the black windbreaker tight over the torn gold silk of my dress, stepped into the lift, and watched the silver doors slide shut on the first act of the Architect's tragedy. Jullian walked into the elevator as I follow him. I did not look back at the chaos behind us. I stepped into the elevator. Watched as the doors closed. The Vane Oasis Resort was left to deal with the aftermath of the cancel

Her mother sat opposite her, pouring two cups of tea, sensing the heavy silence in her daughter. Suddenly, Zara’s phone buzzed. Then again. And again. Breaking news alerts began to flood her screen. Social media was exploding with grainy videos of guests fleeing the Knight Mansion. The headline in bold red letters made Zara’s heart stop: "WEDDING OF THE CENTURY TURNS TO CHAOS: ARYAN KNIGHT ESCAPES ALTAR." Zara’s hand trembled. She read the words three times, her eyes wide. "He didn't do it," she whispered, a strange mixture of relief and fear washing over her. "Mother... he didn't marry her."

"It was close, but the wedding wrapped. Eloise and Weston are officially married. Nobody on the guest list even realized how close the whole place came to ashes." I let out a shaky breath, a small weight lifting off my chest. "Thank God." “But that’s not everything,” Kai continued, his expression darkening as his jaw clenched tight. He glanced back at the twins, then lowered his voice like he didn’t want the words to carry too far. “The girl escaped.” My heart did a violent drop. "We’ve already checked the venue's security footage, and the police have been scouring the property for hours. She’s completely gone, Dahlia. She must have had a car waiting down the service road."

On the screen was a high-definition photo. Lucian Ashford had his arm around Aurora's waist. They stood beneath a sky ablaze with fireworks. Aurora, in a red dress, wore a genuine smile – one Kieran hadn't seen in a very long time. The headline read: "Ashford Family Head Lucian and Beloved Aurora to Wed." "Beloved… wedding…" Kieran's hands trembled. The word "wedding" seared his eyes like a brand. "Impossible! She's mine! How dare she marry someone else!"

A reporter, speaking into the camera, delivered the latest update. "Breaking news: Renowned designer Carrie Wunder and her sister Rachel Wunder have gone missing after a tragic accident while vacationing on a seaside island. Their whereabouts remain unknown. Both of their husbands, Huxley Ventures CEO, Kai Huxley, and Rangoon Ventures Chairman, Lex Rangoon, are reportedly en route to the island and will personally join the search efforts." Rachel scoffed. "Hmph. Too little, too late. If they had the guts to cheat, they should've expected we'd leave eventually."

He turned around and stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Later, I was hungry and went down for a drink on my to find him in the living room. He looked to be typing away on his phone, smiling too. I could already guess who he was talking to. My hands shook slightly but I took a deep breath to calm down. With a bitter smile, I turned around and walked back upstairs. When I woke up on the day of our bonding ceremony, he was gone. We were to go to his clan and register a blessed on to witness our bonding, but he was no where to be found.

"Let's break up, Dante. I've called off the wedding." But no one heard me. All I got in response was the ticking of the old clock hanging on the wall. That night, I sat in the living room and waited till dawn. At last, I got a notification on my phone reminding me that it was two hours until my flight's boarding time. I got up, grabbed my suitcase, and crossed out the circle around the tenth, my original wedding date. Then, I wrote out a sentence. "Let's break up, Dante." I left the calendar in the most prominent spot in the living room. Then, without a shred of hesitation, I left the apartment that had accompanied me for many years.