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

They can't outsmart me. I must protect my family's wealth and name. —🌸

I force my wobbly legs to move, as I walk to Mark´s car. I rub my sweaty palms together and take a deep breath. “Are you okay? Why are you shivering?” Mark asks immediately after I enter. “Just drive Mark.” I manage to say, holding my chest tightly. “Are you sure about this Sloane?” Mark´s gaze meets mine. “There is no going back once we leave this place.” “Yes Mark, I am sure.” I force a reassuring smile. I must leave this city Rowan before notices. Not like he would care, but my parents and his grandpa definitely will. I can’t let anyone stop me from starting afresh. I must do this for myself. Every step away from that house feels like healing, and heartbreak.

I couldn’t afford to lose anything else. “I’m going to get help, stay alive okay?” I whispered, cupping his bloodied face. I lied through my teeth. I slipped the gun underneath my dress, wiped the tear from my face and turned away. “Don't ... .leave…..me..” he managed to utter through bloodied lips, but I didn’t turn back. The selfish part of me I never thought existed won. I ran like my life depended on it. With my hands stained red and my heart shattered into a million pieces, I abandoned the one person I had left on earth. Alone and dying as the flames swallowed the house.

Marissa pants out like she ran a marathon. "I was just about to come find you." I answer her with a smile. Our world starts to spin when we hear a growl. "Mate!" Like the sea parting, Luke is now in the open. Marissa's mouth is hung down like she couldn't believe it. The moon goddess has blessed them with a second chance. They're each other's second chance mates! Before anyone could speak Marissa hauls ass out of the office. Luke has the most hurtful expression on his face.

"We've seen them too the things in the distance. Watching." Mary shuddered. "Demons, angels, I don't care what they are if they're walking here, we're already in Hell." No one argued and after dinner I helped Mary wash out a few canteens using filtered rainwater. She hummed quietly under her breath an old song, I thought, something about mercy and light. I believe I've heard it before but I couldn't remember where. "You've got fight in you," she said suddenly. I looked up. "What makes you say that?"

As soon as the bottle is empty, I set fire to the trail, and turn and run. Getting into the garage, I sit on the bike behind her. She panics and can't get it started. Lifting her, I throw her over my shoulder and move forward. She clings onto me as I start the bike and ride out of the cabin, rushin' through the trees and hopin' that the fire and smoke distract them from realisin' that we are escapin'.

And I know who I’ll be after. I’m not waiting for rescue. I’m buying time. I smile when Liam wants me to. I flinch when he raises his hand. I play the part. Because when I run, I won’t just escape—I’ll burn this empire down behind me. And when I rise, they’ll know. Katrina Marie Ricci was never theirs to break. I thought Chicago would be the start of something real. College. Independence. A life that wasn’t scripted by bloodlines or legacy.

“She’s coming with me. This ends now.” Jasper’s grin turned nasty, his eyes glinting with that twisted obsession that made my skin crawl. “You think you can take her? That brand on her arm says she’s ours. We’ll hunt her down, Ryder. She’ll never escape Silverlight.” My stomach dropped. I glanced at the scar on my arm—the ugly red mark Jasper had burned into me years ago, binding me to him as his slave. It was like a curse, a reminder I’d never be free. Hopelessness hit me hard, making my knees shake. No matter where I went, they’d find me. I’d be trapped in this nightmare forever.

Letisha Hearst - Carter “Are you going somewhere far away, miss?” The driver asked after he dropped me off at the airport. Both of us peered at my pieces of luggage plus I am carrying this backpack behind my back as if I truly ran away from home. The thing is, I am really going somewhere far. I am running away from my married life, most especially my husband whom I loved dearly. I called a cab a while ago after packing my things in a flash. That is one of my greatest talents that only a few people know.

It knows when to brace, when to stay quiet, when to stop hoping it’ll be different this time. Because it’s never is.. I know how many times have prayed for that to happen but it doesn’t and even when it does, it ends up being a fucking trick where he pretends to change and beats me even more. And yes escape is always the first thing that crosses your mind in situations like this, but when you marry into the most well connected and wealthiest family in the world there’s no fucking escape. Especially for a marriage that’s written and paid in blood. Leaving a marriage in the mafia isn’t the same as any typical divorce, there are no lawyers, no signed papers, no clean exits guaranteed. There’s n