Escape From Wedding Novels & Stories

"This wedding is over." She picks up her dress and walks down the aisle. Past the shocked guests. Past the cameras. Past everything. Kieran meets her at the door. He doesn't say anything. He just takes off his jacket and wraps it around her shoulders. Then he leads her out of the church. Behind them, they can hear Lucas trying to salvage the situation. Trying to explain. Trying to convince people that both Alice and Elara are unstable. But it doesn't matter. The damage is done. The wedding is over. And Elara is free.

"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."

"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.

"We can't find you at the hotel! Call us back!!" At the same time, news headlines exploded. "Top wedding planner turns out to be the mistress." I pulled out the SIM card without a second thought and tossed it into the nearest trash can. It wasn't until I landed in another country and stepped into the wedding venue that I finally felt that quiet, startling freedom of leaving the past behind. Just then, a knock came at the door. My assistant then handed me a phone streaming a live broadcast from back home. The screen was showing the Scott family's wedding. Someone shouted, "The bride is here!"

The forgiving fiancé, the big man willing to overlook his bride's "mistake." The guests see only his public persona: charitable foundation director, business prodigy, second most eligible bachelor in the country. Only I can see the promise of pain in his eyes. Fear creeps in even though I've got a plan. Going through with this marriage is basically suicide. The blood on my wedding dress has dried into rusty patches that the stylists couldn't completely hide. It’s a reminder of what awaits me if I become Mrs. Westfield. I texted Kieran an SOS after the drama in the bridal suite. Phase two of my escape plan depends on perfect timing and Kieran's willingness to help me.

my dad replied. The atmosphere was warm, and our families enjoyed pleasant conversation. I hadn't expected things to go so smoothly. I glanced across the table at Jake, his face glowing as he shared drinks with my dad. So, was I really going to marry him? But for some reason, the thought of marrying Jake left me feeling oddly unsettled. Before the discussion turned to wedding dates, I excused myself, claiming a stomach ache, and went to the restroom. In the stall, I pulled out my phone and checked Reddit. I was stunned to see that the same user had just posted an update, only a minute ago!