Marriage Escape Novels & Stories

he asked softly, "are you satisfied with the outcome? Now you understand. Some families are not meant to be crossed." Strangely enough, the suffocating pain I felt back then—the despair so deep I wanted to die—felt distant now. Looking back, there was no emotion left. Only irony. Dragging my Louis Vuitton suitcase out through the doors of the Beacon Hill mansion, I stood in the freezing wind, staring down at the one-way plane ticket in my hand. It was only then that it hit me. I was finally escaping this marriage that dragged me into hell. And I was getting out alive.

He looked at me " oh really baby, you want to escape from the marriage?" I want to say yes but due to fear I hesitate to say yes " ye.....no" I added, " I have to go. bye." " my future wife always likes to escape. the security in your house is not strong, I suppose. so that only you escaped easily. so come to my house the security is so strong and you are in my control and under my watch for 24/7 hrs " he smiled at me like a devil. " who the hell will be your future wife. " I screamed

"Then he picked wrong. I'm no wolf." My father's gaze didn't waver. "Then learn to become one." The wedding happened on a sweltering August afternoon in the Moretti estate chapel. Three hundred people. Six armed guards at every exit. Dante slid the ring onto my finger, leaned in, and murmured against my ear: "Try to run, I'll break your legs." I smiled for the cameras and whispered back: "Try to touch me, I'll cut off your hands." He laughed. The guests thought we were exchanging sweet nothings.

. I feel it. Feel how close you are.” He thrust harder. “Come for me, Emma. Come all over my cock.” The orgasm tore through me and I clenched around him, nails digging into his shoulders. He groaned, thrusts becoming erratic as he followed me over, burying himself deep. We stayed locked together, both gasping, hearts racing against each other. “Never letting you go,” he whispered. “Never.” SIX MONTHS LATER We were somewhere in South America. I’d lost track of exactly where after the fourth border crossing and the sixth set of fake IDs. The news still ran stories about us sometimes. The Great Escape. The Psychologist and the Killer. America’s Most Wanted. But they were looking in all the wron

"That's not a problem, you can leave your husband and get a divorce from him. I don't care if you are married; you belong to me and me alone." "Are you crazy?!" Charlotte busted out in anger. She used all of her energy to push Christian's hands off her. "You really expect me to leave my husband for you?" "Listen Charlotte, I know five years have passed but I still feel the same way about you. Plus, I know that the marriage between Sebastian and you is just a contract marriage. You guys never even met prior to a month before your marriage." Charlotte's heart stopped beating for a moment when she heard Christian say that her marriage was based on a contract.

Marissa pants out like she ran a marathon. "I was just about to come find you." I answer her with a smile. Our world starts to spin when we hear a growl. "Mate!" Like the sea parting, Luke is now in the open. Marissa's mouth is hung down like she couldn't believe it. The moon goddess has blessed them with a second chance. They're each other's second chance mates! Before anyone could speak Marissa hauls ass out of the office. Luke has the most hurtful expression on his face.

I said. “It’s us against the world my darling.” As soon as he’d said those words I tried to lean in but he only inched away from me. Why was his body screaming something totally different? I turned away, staring out the window. Did I make a mistake getting married? Could he just be tired? Was I the problem? Thousands of questions kept circling around my head like a curse. We finally pulled up to the villa. It was beautiful, but my worries clouded my vision.

He grabbed the phone on the nightstand, but there were no chats or calls on it, making him throw his body onto his bed. "Where're you? Why'd you do all this to me?" he asked while staring at the ceiling. "You should've told me if you didn't want to get married, not gone away leaving me like this, leaving me tortured and forced to marry that girl." Melvin covered his eyes with his arm. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. "You've got to come back to me, Renata, and explain everything. I'll find you," he said. Marvin hurried out of the car, bumping into several people as he entered the office.

"If you don't marry me, who else would you marry? You belong to me, Sherry. You're my Luna." "Yes, you're the Alpha, and I can't escape that. If you won't let Flora be my bridesmaid, I'll just... I'll just have to be secretly unhappy!" Sherry pouted. He conceded, "Well, it seems that to keep you happy, I have no choice but to agree. Now, will you marry me?" "We should surprise Flora! Let's keep it a secret until the wedding day. You know how temperamental she is, and if we accidentally offend her, she might refuse, and then I'd have no attendant," Sherry suggested.

she yelled, then she pushed me away, her both hands were hitting my bare chest, but I was like a stone, I barely felt her touches. “If you can’t be mine, then you’ll never be hers” she threatened, I only looked away from her teary angry eyes. I gave her another cold glare, as she held her stuffs, and walked outside the house slamming the door behind her. ***************** I frowned, staring at the large title written in red, “His Wife Escaped!” I unbuttoned my collar and stood up, throwing away the magazine. “Sir, the press is outside the building, waiting for you” Emilie said, walking inside my office, interrupting my thoughts. I massaged my temples, trying to alleviate the horrible headach