Ms. Escape: Marrying To Run, Fighting To Rise Novels & Stories

Alisha replied, trying to sound casual despite her nervousness. Maya hesitated for a moment before speaking. “I couldn't help but notice that you seem a bit lost. Is everything okay? Like, why did you run away from your marriage?” Alisha felt a lump form in her throat. How could she explain the mess that was her life right now? But she couldn't keep everything bottled up anymore. “It was a forced marriage,” Alisha admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I ran away without taking anything with me, no money, no place to go.”

"You cannot vanish into the wind with an infant while two rival billionaires deploy private armies to hunt you down across the globe. We need a solid extraction plan rather than a frantic dash for the border when the pressure boils over." "I am not running until I possess the financial ledgers locked inside that diary because those pages are the only weapon capable of destroying Desmond for good," Maren promised while adjusting the sleeping baby against her chest. "The escape fund is a parachute for the worst case scenario but I intend to stay and fight the battle I started. I just refuse to remain entirely dependent on a man who tracks my heart rate to ensure my absolute compliance."

Helen looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was pale, marked by deep sorrow. It was the second time she would walk down the aisle without carrying even a grain of love in her heart. However, this time she wouldn’t run from her misfortune. This time, she would face it gallantly, because it was her choice. No one was forcing her—it wasn’t a marriage of convenience. She dabbed a touch of blush on her cheeks and tried to swallow the lump in her throat, holding back the tears to keep her mascara from running. The twenty-fifth of the month had arrived without warning. Everything had happened so fast, she didn’t even have time to change her mind.

“They’re back! Marsh is pinned on the roof!” Kai and Gianna sprang up, their moment shattered, guns ready. They fought to the stairwell, their teamwork seamless, but the Syndicate’s numbers overwhelmed. Marsh’s shout cut through—captured, dragged into a van. Kai pulled Gianna back, his voice urgent. “We can’t save him now. We go, or we’re dead.” They escaped through a hidden tunnel, emerging in an alley, the safe house burning behind them. Gianna’s arm bled, her eyes blazing with fury. “Marsh,” she said, her voice low, fierce. “We get him back, Kai. He’s one of yours.”

The cab surged forward, smoothly merging into the quiet nighttime traffic. I sank back into the seat, my trembling hands clutching my phone tightly against my chest. The mansion was shrinking in the distance, disappearing behind a row of towering city buildings. A breathless, disbelieving laugh escaped my lips, quickly turning into a tearful sob of pure relief. I was out. The brothers couldn't reach me here. I pulled out my phone to text Nina that I was on my way. A single, beautiful realization grounded me: I was finally on the run, and tomorrow, my real family would be waiting.

It was not until I witnessed him proposing to Sherry at the hospital that I understood the truth—it was not that he could not sacrifice his ambitions for a child; he just did not want to sacrifice them for our child. As Nick carefully helped Sherry walk to the hospital courtyard, she said, "Nick, I'll agree to marry you, but I want Flora as my bridal attendant—what humans call a bridesmaid. If you don't agree, I won't go through with the wedding." Nick was an Alpha, and I was curious whether he would actually allow such an absurd arrangement at his wedding. Nick frowned. "If you don't marry me, who else would you marry? You belong to me, Sherry. You're my Luna."

Once I hear him getting up and changed I do the same on Aidan’s door, then Ben’s. “The Langham isn’t that far.” Aidan says as we sprint down the stairs. He takes the lead as we run through the city. ‘Faster.’ Flint growls. Fuck! I hope she’s okay. She has to be okay. ____________________________ Faye ‘Ahh Hey Heyyyyy Heyyyyy’ The music notes float through me. It grips me and takes over my entire body. All I can do is close my eyes and dance. So I dance. And dance. And dance.

Silas would go after Xavier. I didn’t know who was worse between them. The phone slipped from my fingers and I slid off the bed onto the floor, pulling my knees to my chest, and finally let myself break. The sobs tore through my chest. I pressed my face against my knees, trying to muffle the sound which did nothing to help. My shoulders shook. I was so tired. So tired of running and being running. I didn’t want to be a pawn in anyone’s business scheme. I only had eight weeks to figure out how to escape a future that felt more inevitable with every passing day.

The sounds of swords clashing against one another rang like music in the air , she kept running never looking back,for looking back meant she'd fall , she didn't want to fall. It was a sight many would not have believed to happen, Maria Alana, the princess of Marsa was running like a common slave without shoes , it would have been hilarious to think about was it not happening in reality . “ get her !!! ” the voices screamed behind her , making her run faster , she must escape them , she didn't know where exactly she was going but running was the only thing keeping her from potential death and so even if she was running towards the moon it was fitting.

Chapter 5 Cleo I love running it clears my head and gets me into focus mode. There are times when you need to figure out if you are running away from something or to something. If I want to avoid conflict and I don't want to hurt anyone; I find excuses to run , if I believe what we have is worth fighting for and that you are worth the fight; leap, fall ,or jump... I will find every possible reason to stay. I am able to exercise self control;given any situation I can way my options and react accordingly. I have never lost self control at work until Angelo happened.