Fugitive Bride Novels & Stories

Now I am good to go, can't wait to see him, this morning it would be perfect,I heard some footsteps in the room, finally his hear, I perceived my breathe,it smells like mint,I don't look too awful either. I hope he would be happy to see me as well, because I am so nervous,this is day three and I am a new bride, how does dad greet mom, " uhm good morning sweetie" then dad would reply, " good morning to you too" that's so romantic. I hope he doesn't reply, with the name lamb, I might loose my mind,I walked out of the bathroom after taking in some practice courage, the real world is just outside the door A man was standing there, his face looked familiar, it must be Lucians driver, he bowed his

She had worries that her anxiety would cause her to sweat and ruin her makeup or dress. This was really happening. Just the other day, she had been sitting in her classroom, and here she was, getting married to a complete stranger, not just anyone, a billionaire for that matter. This had to be a dream. "Lily!" "Huh?" She snapped out of thoughts. "I said, it's time." Anna repeated her words. 'Here comes the bride' was already playing from the other end and Fred appeared through the curtain. He looked stunned to see her and she knew he was rightly so. She looked like she had been born rich and for the first time, his lips twitched into a smile at her.

The groom, rumored to be too weak to attend the wedding, went out, wandering? He must be purposely ignoring her! "Uncle Liam, when Oliver comes back, can you please let me know?" Natalie asked. She didn't lose her temper. Mr. Liam's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he replied calmly, "Of course." However, Natalie woke up the next day without seeing her newlywed husband. The groom didn't attend the wedding, and on the wedding night, the bride was left alone in an empty room, the guest room. No wonder Hailey went to great lengths to have her replaced.

The visitors grew silent as they waited for an explanation for this unexpected turn of events. Maxton Alarcon descended from the altar with crumpled paper clutched in his hand and exited the wedding venue. He walked up to the bride's parents and asked stressed, "Where is your daughter?” The father looked just as stressed as Maxton felt. "We don't know where she is, we're just as shocked as you are. One minute she was getting ready with her bridesmaids and the next she was gone. No one can seem to find her.” Maxton started looking around the room at all the guests who had gathered, but nobody seemed to know where the bride had gone. Seeing all the people murmuring to each other just made Maxt

I replied still very much confused at where all these was heading to. "Jade and Melinda, these two prestigious guests of ours are Mr Luca Greco and Mrs Gabriela Greco. They are very respected and powerful people in the society" Father announced to me. "Oh. It is a pleasure meeting you both" I gave a slight bow. "The pleasure is all ours. You are so polite. You will definitely make a wonderful bride for Luciano" Mrs Gabriela smiled. At that moment my jaws dropped and it felt like the entire air had been sucked out of my body. They had been talking about my marraige all along!

I wasn't going to allow him embarrass me like that and so with anger, I stormed up the stage in my heels and my voice trembled with rage. “Don’t you dare pretend you don’t know me. I held your hand through blood. I kissed you through amnesia. I loved you.” Immediately his fiancée stepped in front of him, as a way of protecting him. "Liam, who the hell is this woman?" She asked. "I have no idea who she is," Liam looked me dead in the eye and responded. The world kept spinning. What the actual hell was going on? I rushed to slap him but before I could do anything, Liam grabbed my hand and his bride tackled me, pushing me to the ground and causing me to fall like a pack of sticks.

His face was hidden behind his hat and his height towered above everyone. No one had to see him yet, his voice was commanding enough. Calm like the river yet rough like a soldier who had conquered the harshness of waves and tides. “And who are you?” Larissa’s mum asked him. Larissa got up and squinted at the stranger. She didn’t know him. He looked like someone who wasn't from here. She tried harder and waited to hear his voice again. “Miguel Sebastian of New York. Now, I am looking for a bride and you are looking for a groom so would you marry us, right now at your altar? Or should I get my bride from somewhere else?”

We will see the priest when we have caught my runaway bride. “What the fuck do you mean?’ ‘My bride has gotten cold feet you fucker. She escaped in a bloody wedding dress, and we need to find her before she brings all the attention to herself and fuck us all up.’ Viper screamed into the phone, and my blood sizzled hot inside my veins. Pride swelled inside my chest, longing stretching my soul from every corner. A smirk curled on my lips before I rolled my stiff neck on my shoulders. A frce of energy pumped into my stream, and I fucking lit up like christmas lights.

she said. I felt a different urge pushing me, and just like that, I planted a kiss on her lips. It felt soft, warm, and comfortable. Some people cheered for us, and others, I'm sure, didn't. My wedding ceremony was quiet. I asked Irina to wait in the bride's waiting room before we went to the getaway car. I thought everything was going as it should, until Igor came up to me, out of breath. "Boss, the bride's been kidnapped," Igor said softly.

But it became an obsession. I even hired a private investigator. Top-tier. Discreet. But they came up with nothing. No Belle who matched her face, her height, her build. No trace. Until today. My phone buzzed. A news alert from a gossip site I usually ignored. But the headline made my stomach twist: Runaway Bride Caught Clubbing in L.A. – Shocking Twist in Billionaire Daniel Cross’s Canceled Wedding My chest tightened. I clicked it, expecting a generic scandal. But then—