Novel & Cerita Ms. Escape: Marrying To Run, Fighting To Rise

Oh my God… a mix of fear, wild anticipation, and adrenaline flooded my blood. This was alarming. Very alarming. And in moments like this, my survival instincts completely shut down, so I lifted my chin proudly and argued back. “Well, that fiancé turned out not to be a fiancé at all,” I said, doing my best to sound indifferent, lazily and demonstratively examining the tip of my boot as I lifted one foot slightly. “But a married man… with a very much alive wife…” “Iza, I’m on the edge,” Kays warned in a deceptively calm, low voice. “Shut this circus down before there are casualties—and come home.”

In my previous life, my mafia husband conspired with his mistress to let me burn alive. I never expected God to give me the chance to live again. This time, I would make the complete opposite choice. I would escape far away and live well. "Mr. Marino said no one from the Moretti family is welcome at his celebratory party." I looked at the burly bodyguard in front of me. His hand rested on the gun holster at his waist, his tone dripping with obvious contempt.

The truth pierced through her, unraveling the facade of her marriage and plunging her into a whirlwind of anger and fear. Slowly nodding her head, Georgina absorbed the gravity of the situation. She couldn't stand idle any longer. Her life was on the line, and she needed answers, and she needed them fast. Fueled by a fiery determination, Georgina stormed out of the medical room with the stash of drugs still in her hands. Her footsteps echoing through the halls as she made her way up the stairs. Every step she took resonated with her resolve to confront Marcelo head-on, to demand the truth and to protect herself.

I said then we all smiled now. Later on me and Psyche have a happy life also Zachary with her girlfriend we just know. While Erah is also happy now for her self and lastly Nale and Aiya are now married. We made it to have a normal life and the Wood Creek town of us have a peaceful life but still a little crime. Yes, we may have escaped our suffering and pain in life but in the end we all know that we cannot escape death. A/N: Thank you for reading my second book the Escaping The Madness Of Death and I hope you like it. ^ ^

It feels nice to have told someone about all that has happened but strange for this young woman to be the one who comforts me. “Your story is a tough one. Much harder and more horrible than mine. I feel like an ass for feeling sorry for myself after hearing what you have been through.” I laugh and untangle myself from her embrace. “I guess all stories are horrible in their own way. I come from a loving family without any addictions and with a good economy. The thought of being sold by my parents… I can’t even imagine the pain.” Marissa gives me a sad smile. “I just… I want to get out. I want to escape. But at the same time I feel like I’m getting what I deserve.”

"But for now, let's just get through the rest of the party without drawing attention to ourselves. Okay?" I nodded yet again, taking a deep breath. I could do this! I could pretend to be the happy, obedient wife for a few more hours. As we exited the bathroom, Aiden was waiting for me, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for a sign of defiance. I forced a smile onto my face trying to look as confident and submissive as possible. But inside, I was counting down the minutes, until I could escape... I was going to escape Aiden, no matter what it took..!

My heart racing, we ran behind a stack of crates. "Eli, what do we have to do?" Ava whispered, dread huge in her eyes. "We fight," I said, my voice steady in the chaos. We fight our way forth here. She nodded, a hardening of her face resolved. Each step deliberate, every breath a struggle, we marched together. Every shot I aimed at Marconi's men was a last-d attempt to extend our time. Ava stayed close, her actions accurate and quick. She was powerful, stronger than I would have ever credited her with, even if she had military experience.

As I talk, I focus on drawing my pain and anger to the surface, because the only way I can see myself getting out of this situation is to hit Bree with it. I don’t trust the strength in my legs with my muscles still spasming every time I move. If I ran, I don’t know if I’d be able to get far enough away from her before she caught me, which means I have to make sure she can’t chase me. Not for a while, at least, because Bree isn’t just Shane’s beautiful blonde-haired mate, but she’s also an alpha in her own right, which means she’s going to fight me hard.

I would not cry for the man who had so cruelly destroyed our marriage. He had taken so much from me already, but I wouldn’t let him take my future from me. That was mine to reclaim. I would survive this. I had to. For my baby, for myself. I wasn’t just the daughter of the Wales family, and I wasn’t just Ryan’s wife. I was Emma, and I would rise from the ashes of this shattered marriage.

With a commanding presence that brooked no opposition, he raised his voice in a thunderous roar, commanding the assailants to stand down. As the thugs hesitated, uncertain whether to obey or defy Liam's orders, Marvis and Jace seized the opportunity to escape, fleeing into the night with their daughter cradled safely in their arms. But as they raced through the corridors of the estate, they knew that their ordeal was far from over.