Escape From Wedding 소설 & 이야기

“You are lucky today is the boss’s wedding day. That’s the only reason you will be spared. Get out of here this moment.” Blood left my veins at that instant, and I immediately went pale. The boss’s wedding? It was Kylan. I wanted to unhear everything, and just proceed with the wedding even though it was against my choice. But at this point, it was just too much. My thoughts wandered through many things and I knew I had to take action. Without thinking twice, still fully dressed I left the room I was in and began to run to the back of the churchyard.

She rolls her eyes like that was obvious. “Jared, looks like it’s you and me.” Nick says. “Cool.” “Let’s go settle in.” Aidan winks at Danika who rolls her eyes but follows him into the elevator. “Everyone be down here in 30minutes.” Mrs Woods shouts before everyone heads into their rooms. The rest of us head up once the mad elevator rush is over. “This room is stunning.” Chiara says. She drops her bags on the floor and throws the balcony doors open.

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

It took everything not to breathe the scent in deeper. “Ah.” She shifted her weight away slightly, as if trying to put distance between the two of them. He frowned slightly, but didn't push the issue. Women were weird when it came to weddings. And, given that she probably had done a ridiculous amount of work preparing this one, Ella had more reason than most to be weird. Feeling her drift away from him, he quickly added, “But, I'm actually out here to escape the wedding.” “Escape?” Her eyes narrowed and suspicion filled in. She couldn't possibly know he was hoping to find her, could she?

I say, leaving dad stunned and mom crying. - ZARA We have been on the run for a long time, only stopping twice to eat and drink. Almost 24 hours ago, we fled from the master and mistress. I was scared at first, scared that someone would find us. We had been followed but the man who says his name is Bryan and is my grandpa killed them. We are sitting by a river eating meat from a deer when the man looks at me and says. “It will happen soon.” “What will happen?” he smiles.

They’ll check on her eventually, so I run straight to the cage. “You’re here,” Kara whispers, as I approach the cage. “How are you here?” “We don’t have time for that,” I tell her. “I don’t know how much time I have, but you need to escape and you need to do it right.” I pass her the key through the bars. “You’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” I warn her. “If you wait until then, everyone will be distracted by the wedding. It’s your best chance at getting out of her alive.”

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.

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.

"Impossible! She's mine! How dare she marry someone else!" As the words left his lips, Kieran's shadow energy erupted uncontrollably. The glass in the VIP lounge shattered instantly. "Ryan!" Kieran's eyes blazed red. "Gather all the guards! I'm going to Los Angeles to crash that wedding!" "My Lord, calm down! That's Ashford territory!" Ryan tried to stop him. Gritting his teeth, he pulled a file from his briefcase. "Before you head to Los Angeles, there's something you need to know."

The old lady led me to an abandoned restroom on the basement level and kindly added, “Stay inside and don’t open the door for anyone. I’ll bring you food at twelve thirty tomorrow. The password is ‘may you be safe year after year’.” “Okay. Got it. Thank you, Grandma!” I followed her instructions and slipped into the last stall and locked myself in. I could not help but feel relieved. Fortunately, there were still good people here. With her help, I made it through the day safely and survived until the second vote. “Ding-dong! It’s voting time. All patients, please gather at the church on the first floor within ten minutes!” I deliberately stalled, only to rush into the church at the very last