I Ran Away And Got Married Novels & Stories

Jennifer suggested. “Sure!” I clapped and agreed to it. I once dreamed of traveling around the world. When I graduated from university, I thought of doing just that. At the time, I was coursemates with Adrian, and his attention was focused solely on me. Unfortunately, I became pregnant with Oliver, and we got married in a hurry. From then on, even leaving the city became a luxury. My life was like a prison. Each moment was like a steel bar that surrounded me. As time passed, even breathing became hard.

“No, no, Miss Christina. It was my own will to approach you.” "Perhaps you did not know it. A couple of years ago, we arranged to marry each other. But I ran away to rebel against my family. And then we met and married this time. A marriage of convenience. I'm the only one who has feelings for my husband.” That was why I wanted us to divorce. “What else do you want to know? Do you want anything more? Hurry and I will give you the answer as much as I can." He was taken aback. "You were that woman?"

“Minus the alien part,” He stalks towards me, his fingers circled my chin, lifting my head so I could meet his burning gaze. “What are you running away and don’t dare lie to me. I will know,” he growled. I turned my head away from him, blowing a breath as I gently push him away. I started for the counter, hop on the kitchen bar stool then rest my head on the marble countertop. He also follows suit facing me. “I'm running from my home and from the man my family arranged to marry me,” I murmured in a small sad voice.

“That bastard forced her into this stupid marriage." I shook her head. “You guys got it all wrong. Reiner isn't as bad and you paint him to be." Dad shot me a glance while Mom studied me intently. “Look.” I sighed. “I signed the contract out of my own free will. I married him because I wanted to. I knew it wasn't the right thing to do because I was engaged to Jerry. For a guy like Reiner to propose marriage to me, I knew it’s for the wrong reasons.”

Ava I was married. Married. I still couldn't believe it. I was married to a man who crashed my wedding ceremony, declaring that my father had sold me to him when I was only seven. That couldn't have been legal. Oh, and that’s not even the crazy part. Far from it actually. Not only was I married to this crazy person, but apparently, this man was the long-lost heir of the Russian Mafia who was supposed to be dead. And they say weddings aren't fun.

He was a scum, just like every other man, he got what he wanted and he fled, abandoning me. I was heartbroken. A future uncertain and a child on the way, I couldn’t let my family know, so I fled to New York where I had my baby. I kept my child’s existence a secret, no one but my family’s old Housekeeper knew about it. And my secret has remained safe, until now. The man who ruined me was back, and my family wanted me to marry him. “Running away already?” His voice shook me out of my reminisce I turned back and saw him standing there, his face cold, his hands in his pocket, watching me with the same stillness I remembered.

I softened, returning the kiss to my own shock. My lips felt bare the moment he pulled away, mourning that loss. He looked down at me, allowing a sliver of emotion to show through his eyes. I ran away to Port Hope so I wouldn’t have to marry him, yet it happened regardless. We were officially married once the papers were signed and sent away, and I could only hope that being his wife wasn’t the abysmal affair I imagined it to be. If it was any consolation to myself, the kiss reminded me of the passion we once shared, and I couldn’t help but wonder if it was still alive or if it had burned out years ago, leaving behind one final spark.

I said confused. “That's because we could the nurse to administer painkillers,” my father said with a tone of anger in his voice. “We know you ran away from home and we went after you but you got hit by a car. Why did you do that, you put yourself and the entire partnership in danger!” my father scolded. “Well, in case you haven't been paying attention, I ran away because you're forcing me to marry someone I don't even know!” I said raising my voice.

This marriage was not just my escape. It was also going to be my problem.

The young man’s face was calm after everything that had just happened. “I was willed to my brother-in-law by my late husband,” I said, my voice softer now, but steady enough. “I was supposed to get married to him today, but I escaped.” His expression changed immediately from neutral to surprised. “Are you being serious right now? Willed? How is that even possible?” I gave a small shrug, letting out a heavy breath. My feet were throbbing badly now, the pain catching up with me. “Anything is possible with Judge.”