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

It had chosen me. “Go!” the woman behind me hissed, shoving me forward. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I ran. Pain exploded through my leg, nearly folding me in half, but I pushed through it, forcing each step faster then the last. the villagers didn’t stop me. they parted, just enough, watching as I stumbled past them. as if this was part of something already decided.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

"Or are you just running from something, using racing as an escape because your marriage fell apart and you need somewhere to hide?" The accusation stung because part of her wondered if he was right, if she was just looking for a distraction from the cancer eating away at her from the inside, from the husband who'd thrown her away like she was disposable. But when she closed her eyes she could still feel the rush of speed, could still remember what it felt like to be completely alive, completely herself, completely free. "Maybe I am running," she admitted. "But racing is the only place I've ever felt like I belonged, the only thing that's ever been completely mine, I gave it up for someone w

The young man’s face was calm after everything that had just happened. “I was willed to my brother-in-law by my late husband,” I said, my voice softer now, but steady enough. “I was supposed to get married to him today, but I escaped.” His expression changed immediately from neutral to surprised. “Are you being serious right now? Willed? How is that even possible?” I gave a small shrug, letting out a heavy breath. My feet were throbbing badly now, the pain catching up with me. “Anything is possible with Judge.”

Tears pour from my eyes, staining the page as I stare at the last item on the list. RUN AWAY AND START OVER. I cross the point and scribble something else. ESCAPE THIS MARRIAGE AND START OVER.

There comes a time in one's life when you are faced with a decision that can alter the entirety of your existence. And for me, this is one of those moments; do I lay still and let these savage monsters have a piece of the Volkov printsessa they so desperately want, or, do I fight for a life that no longer feels like my own? A life that has been nothing but a living nightmare and keeps spiralling out of control. But then I remember watching a movie about a female who was in a domestic, violent marriage. She managed to escape, making it her life mission to keep her young son protected from her husband, who relentlessly tracked them down, turning their lives upside down at every turning point.

I have to escape! I do the only thing that comes to my mind: I run.

Cut her off without hesitation, as if she were nothing more than an inconvenience. So she fought. She packed her bags, moved to Los Angeles, and started carving out a place for herself in an industry where women like her weren’t taken seriously. It was hard, so hard, but she had felt alive. Every rejection, every small victory, every second spent on a set had been worth it. Then Charles had happened. He had made her believe he would support her ambitions, that she could have both love and success. But the moment they were married, everything changed.

and my hopes rise a little higher. "Beth," I acknowledge before continuing. "You have to understand that marriage isn't about love in my world. It's about alliances. It's about trading power and influence. I never loved Scottie, and I can guarantee she never loved me. Her feelings might have been hurt when I broke it off, but more likely her ego and definitely not her heart." "So why did you agree to it in the first place? You must have known Zephyra had feelings for you and that your decision would hurt her."

I'm fed up with their actions, but because I love them, here I am, doing what they want, even if it goes against my will. As the two large doors opened, it was the moment everyone in the church had been waiting for—the entrance of the bride to join the groom who awaited. But wait. It seems that all things have limits. Everyone has a breaking point. That's why... "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I can't do it," I immediately pulled away from their embrace and ran out of the church. I no longer cared if many people witnessed my escape. "OMG! What is she doing? This is a disgrace to their family," I overheard one of the guests say. But that didn't stop me from running.