Marriage Escape Novels & Stories

[Olivia] It's been a chaotic week since the small parlor wedding that felt more like a joke. All my family was concerned about was to make sure we registered our marriage, which we had no option to do It's my third day as a married woman. I was still at my apartment but I was finally moving to Lucas's house today. I've been hesitant about moving, it didn't feel real, we've drafted our contract specifically including every detail that is supposed to keep the marriage going for six months which was the time limit I agreed on.

"I will marry you, but… what will happen to me after we're wed?" "Emma, good to hear from you." I hate the smugness in his voice. "Just be a good, lowkey wife. That's all, I just need you to be my spouse on paper. We will divorce after a year, I'll have my assistant draft up a contract, and the marriage certificate as well. He'll pick you up from your home tomorrow." "You know where I live?" Goosebumps spread over my skin. "I know everything anymore." The next day, as I read the contract that stated clearly that we are not to interfere with each others' personal lives, I'm meant to steer away from the media, from making it known I'm married to him, even though that may get out.

Seeing the time, the message was sent by Marie in the middle of last night, when Anna's phone was left behind in her parent’s house , so she hadn't seen it. Marie sent messages asking Anna why she hadn't returned to work and expressed concern about why Anna hadn't been answering calls or replying to messages. She also shared some fun and interesting videos with Anna. Additionally, Marie sent her a short video of her recent visit to an amusement park, showing her enjoying some rides. Even if she wasn't pregnant, she wouldn't dare to engage in such thrilling activities, let alone now that she was carrying a baby, especially since her baby was so well-behaved.

Nick got up from the couch and handed her phone to her and said, “You do know that once a person's marriage is registered it sends an automatic message to the receiver to receive the official certificate right?” Emma immediately took her phone and switched it on. Then she checked her messages to actually find a message from the civil affairs bureau. She was shocked because the message was from yesterday after she got kidnapped, and the message said, “Congratulations, Miss Emma Nicklaus Wesley on your marriage. Your marriage certificate is ready, and you may collect them from the bureau anytime. Best regards” “This is not possible.” Emma roared at the top of her lungs. When Nick snatched the

2. Marriage is a promise made by two lovers, to cherish and hold themselves forever. Wade called it bluff. To him it was the tool that would put his perfectly thought out revenge in motion. No one ever hurt him and went unscathed. It has been years but this was the perfect time to strike. When he had all the power and his opponent was vulnerable. Spinning in his seat he smiled to himself. This had taken years in the planning, and even a longer period of waiting. But today, he would laugh at his enemy and watch him beg on his knees.

Wendy handled her like a pro, keeping my world spinning without a hitch. However, at the wedding, Ella lost it, crashed the party, and started flinging insults like confetti. "Jim, it all makes sense now. You're so eager to divorce me because you've been fooling around with this homewrecker. How long have you two been sneaking around behind my back?" Wendy slipped her arm through mine, beaming with a smile. "Not everyone gets their kicks from cheating like you do. We've got our principles, you know."

The radio was broadcasting breaking news: "A massive fire has broken out at a prominent Manhattan mansion, reported to be property of the Nocturne family..." My phone vibrated non-stop. Dozens of missed calls, all from Kieran. I pictured him right now. Angry? Shocked? Or finally starting to panic? What would his expression be when he saw the pile of ashes, the empty safe, the ring I left behind? It didn't matter anymore. "Flight to Los Angeles is now boarding..." I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the gate. Just then, a commotion erupted at the entrance of the hall. That familiar tall figure rushed in.

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.

Noah entered the sitting room, looking anxious. "Mom, did Ava actually marry someone else?" he asked. Mrs. Smith set her cup down, her expression calm. "Look at you, Noah. She's just trying to make you jealous, hoping you'll change your mind and marry her." Just then, Noah's phone beeped. He pulled it out of his pocket and answered. A voice spoke on the other end, "I've already gotten married, Noah. It's over between us." Noah's face fell as he processed the words. He slammed the sofa pillow to the floor.

On the way I messaged my contact from my pack, Hannah, to tell her I had left. In the taxi, I actually felt relieved that he had insisted that the wedding be small, and I did not even tell my clan he had asked me to become his mate. This saved me from dealing with the disgrace of running away. As I entered the airport, I decided to call Alex. I felt I owed him at least that much—to tell him our bond was over. He never picked up the call but sent me an angry voice message back. "Just get to my pack; the Oracle is waiting. Something happened to Elsa, so I will be a bit late. Why are you acting as though I will be running away?"