Marriage Escape Novels & Stories

My eyes hovered around my bags still unpacked at the foot of the bed, I have to escape, I have to leave this place. With ragged breaths, I grabbed my bag, the one with some clothes and my documents, the contract was to marry him, it said nothing about staying, my eyes stinger with tears remembering my family, my dad, my mom, Matteo, what would he do to them if he found out I escaped?

“Mazikeen, this marriage isn’t over. You can’t walk away. You have nothing. I get you’re hurt, so I will give you time to calm down and apologise so we can get things back on track.” His words end, and I hear the bedroom door open and close. Part of me hopes she gets pregnant just so that I can laugh in his face when she refuses to hand the baby over to him and walk. After getting the laptop, I begin looking for a place to stay. I have a secret account that I use to save money. It’s not enough to buy somewhere lavish, but if it gets me away from Edward, I’m happy. I save details for a few small places, some are apartments, others are cottages or small houses that are in extreme need of repai

" I asked, my eyes hard with anger. Her eyes veered to look at me, scanning my face as if trying figure out whether or not I was trustworthy before proceeding. “It’s supposed to be my wedding day. I ran away because the man that is to be my husband is a tyrant, a beast even and I couldn't do it. I couldn't marry someone I didn't love that also happened to be a monster, I'll never forgive myself if I did." At her remark, I gulped. “Luckily for me, I managed to escape, and I’m trying to leave this city. I know he has influence here, and his men will be looking for me soon.”

But slowly, she noticed a subtle change in his eyes and the tightening of his jaw. “Has he hurt you?” he asked, a protective edge in his voice almost easily unnoticed. “Not physically, no,” she replied, shaking her head. Lars leaned back, tilting his head as he propped his head with his hand, his eyes narrowing as he considered the situation. “We need to do something—something that will make it clear to him that he has to go.” Natalie looked at him, hope flickering in her eyes mixed with hesitation. “Yes, but what?” He paused for a moment, then leaned forward, his gaze intense but cold. “We get married.” Natalie's eyes widened in shock. “Married? Lars, that's... that's crazy.”

“It’s not true that she had a miscarriage because the truth is she had an abortion! Yes! She had an abortion because she was going to marry Levi! And now you act like nothing happened! You’re so shameless!” I signaled my men to release Levi’s men, and they immediately ran to escort Maris out of the mansion. “No secret remains hidden! Let me go! I’ll leave on my own.” she shouted as she was being pulled out of the mansion. After the commotion, Levi apologized and continued speaking as if nothing had happened. It’s not over…

"You were checking the perimeter again. You’re looking for a crack in the glass." I froze. He turned his chair around, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. "You can keep looking, Mara. You can study every exit, every guard, every lock. But you won't find what you’re looking for." "And what am I looking for?" "An escape," he said, standing up and walking toward me. "But you’re looking in the wrong place. You want to escape the marriage. You want to escape the debt. But you’re starting to realize that you can’t escape the orbit. You’re becoming part of the machine."

"Because I'll just tell my associates at the border that you are my wife. You can it ,whatever you want wifey." My wife. I'll tell them you are my wife. Every single line of code in my mind exploded at the exact same time. Before I could even prepare an argument stating that "The institution of marriage is a biological absurdity," Matteo bolted into the corridor. With a sudden, sharp maneuver, the yacht began speeding at full throttle toward the east, slicing through the waves into Turkish waters. Gunfire was erupting outside, I was about to become a passportless refugee, and the first man whose skin I had ever touched was threatening to declare me his wife.

It’d only been a week, yet he’d married me and left me the next day. No, I couldn’t do that. The idea of going back there was too humiliating, but then what did twenty-six days mean here? I could put up a front, and then it would drag out, and I’d still end up going back home anyway with my worn-out suitcase and broken heart. Well, it wasn’t as broken as I thought it would be when I had been told Keith had sold me. I was angry more than anything because it meant I would be stuck here. Honestly, I hadn’t planned on marrying him. It just kinda happened. It had been a miracle when Keith and I had crossed the town’s border. I hadn’t wanted to go straight back. I kept waiting for the feeling I al

Ingrid continued sobbing quietly in my arms, sounding as if she'd made up her mind about something important. "I only want you, Mommy. I want to leave this place with Mommy." I nodded hard and quickly got rid of the sorrow in my heart. Then, I broke into a smile. Oscar can stay out of our lives. I had more than enough if I had Ingrid with me. The day we were finally released from our prison was the day Oscar and Evie were getting married at a church. Their wedding was even livestreamed online. Ingrid still looked upset when she saw Oscar kissing Evie on the screen. "Mommy, why is Daddy getting married to someone else? Aren't you Daddy's wife?"

"Willow, I know Nathan is in a coma, but you never know. He could wake up any day now. And when he does, whoever's married to him will be the luckiest woman in all of Charleston." I scoffed inwardly. If marrying a guy in a coma was such a great deal, why were they so reluctant to let Vanessa do it? I didn't say a word. They assumed I was still in denial, and their expressions grew even more grim. But they were wrong. I had already made up my mind that I was going to marry Nathan Stone. Out of basic courtesy, I visited the Stone family the next day. When the Stones heard I was coming, they were over the moon. Nathan's mother, Mary Thatcher, held my hands as she wiped away her tears.