Novelas y relatos de Ms. Escape: Marrying To Run, Fighting To Rise

“But I stayed for the war.” Alec’s jaw tensed. “You’re not part of this.” “Oh, but I am,” she said sweetly. “Because you owe me. And your little fashion queen? She’s about to find out just how… replaceable she is.” He stepped forward, unblinking. “Try it, and I’ll bury you.” Marissa smirked. “Promises, promises.” ⸻ The night of Blood Runway came like a storm. Seven cities. Seven stages. Seven minutes apart.

I looked towards the window. My eyes never left the window until we arrived at the house. I got out of the car and headed straight towards the room. Hours passed and I suddenly felt my stomach twist. Was I even ready to get married? i ran away from my old pack because they intended to sell me off to get married to an old man. Yet here I was getting married a hotter guy just so I would peacefully. I was hated here the same wat I was hated there. Should I have ever left? Should I have endured until I couldn’t take it anymore?

They knew a version of her that she desperately did not want connected to the woman she had become. "I wasn't anyone of importance here, Kaelen," she said, her voice hollow. "You were someone," he countered quietly. "Not the kind of someone people in your world admire," she said, a bitter laugh escaping her. "I worked three separate minimum-wage jobs just to pay for my community college textbooks. My mother was constantly behind on our rent. I wore secondhand clothes until I was twenty-two years old. I spent every single waking hour plotting a way to leave this place. And I finally did it. I escaped."

And then I ran. I ran from the monster who had married me, from the man who found it so easy to kill. I couldn't stay a moment longer—I needed to escape. I passed Maria in the hallway as I made my way to my room, and she hardly stepped out of my way. I already saw myself on the next bus to the next city and then going far, far away from here. Damn, the stupid marriage contract. I had nothing much to gain from it anyway. Rodrigo was already the captain of his mafia gang, so I wasn't needed anymore. No one would bat an eye if he told them we got divorced.

The forest whispered secrets of reinvention and transformation, and as we ran, our hearts and minds raced toward a horizon that was finally unobscured by the weight of our mistakes. And so, as we vanished into the depths of the night, each footfall echoing a newfound resolve, I knew that this escape wasn't just a fleeing from captivity. It was a leap toward a destiny we were determined to shape, a destiny that would be guided by our choices, our alliances, and the fierce beating of our hearts.

It was as if nature itself bore witness to her escape, a silent accomplice in her quest for liberation. Claire's body, fueled by a potent cocktail of adrenaline and sheer willpower, pushed beyond its physical limits. Muscles screamed in protest, aching with each movement, but she ignored their pleas for respite. The urgency of her escape drowned out the whispers of fatigue that threatened to engulf her. There was no room for weakness, no space for surrender. She was determined to outrun the demons that pursued her, to leave behind the suffocating grasp of Nathan and his oppressive reign.

"We can't fight her!" The strays began to retreat, their eyes wide with fear, their bodies moving frantically as they tried to escape. They had come here with a plan, with confidence, but now they were fleeing, their spirits broken, their numbers dwindling. Marrylen was unstoppable, her power greater than anything they had faced.

Lea’s coffee sloshes in her hand. “What?” she blurts, eyes wide. “You’re kidding.” I shake my head. “She said yes,” I add, voice flat. Jace sits up straighter. “You’re serious?” “She almost jumped for joy,” I mutter, lips twisted in something between a smile and a grimace. “I think she was waiting for it.” Lea swears under her breath, rubbing her temples. “Jude… that’s it. That’s exactly what I was afraid of. It’s always the same. Marriage first. Then money. Then the accident.”

And we learned. I’d spent my whole life running from that truth. From them. From me. I escaped when I was nineteen, stole money from a drawer no one thought I had the guts to open, and slipped onto a cargo boat headed for anywhere that wasn’t there. I made it to this city with nothing but a forged ID, a bruised heart, and a name I had to kill. I became Rosa Amato. A girl with no history, no ties, just a future she had to build from scratch.

She smiles gently, "I was married to what I thought was a sweet, caring, non-asshole man but after we had been married for about a year, he changed. He would stay out late, come home piss drunk, say hurtful things to me and/or beat me. So, I had enough, I left him while he was at work since I wasn't allowed to work, and left to my mom's place and filed for divorce." "I'm sorry, that sounds aweful and scary," I whisper with tears misting into my eyes. Julie smiles at me as we eat as she taps my hand with her finger. "It's not your fault. Perhaps if I hadn't been so damn clingy and bitchy toward Drake perhaps him and I could have become more than what we were."