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

POV: Beatrice The mansion was silent, but the weight of its presence pressed down on me, suffocating. Every breath felt stolen, every step a betrayal. I moved through the corridors with the precision of someone who knew the cost of getting caught. The cold marble beneath my feet sent a chill up my spine, grounding me in the reality of what I was doing. I was running. Escaping. Finally breaking free from the cage that had held me captive for too long.

"That's none of your business! You can't take my daughter away from me! You have a son!" Unmoved, Maximus prepared to take the baby. But Mary, mustering all her strength, smashed a lamp over his head, knocking him unconscious to the floor. She grabbed her baby and ran. The afternoon was cold, and she ran out without shoes, with only a coat in which she wrapped her baby. She took advantage of the chaos and escaped from the mansion. Again, the scene shifted, and every time it changed, she felt a pain in her chest, like something was trying to tear her soul apart. It felt like a burning sensation in her chest.

When I heard the door open I knew it was Blue ,and when I heard a gun go off. Caught inbetween shock and pain, I couldt stop screaming.I felt a prick on my thigh then blackness . The weirdest thing about being unconscious is that; your thoughts still process and things start to make sense. What doesn't make sense is Duncan being alive. What the damn hell ? He was related to Rosa ... He wasn't a Massa. I don't want to regret a decision I took ... I just pray that that; tonight goes as planned.

I’ll be kind enough to let you know that I’ve sold you to a wealthy man, for a sum that will not only pay off the debts your mother left behind, but will also make me comfortable for a few years. “Shit!” My eyes burned with intense anger, but I wouldn’t have time to question him. I had to get away. “They won’t sell me like a commodity!” I acted out of survival, dodging the attack of one of them and landing a blow between the legs of the second. How I had done it, I had no idea. I knew I had to escape if I wanted to be rid of Mason forever. A grunt of pain escaped the lips of one of them as, spinning on my heels, I began to run. Mason shouted right behind me for them to catch me.

"I'm not giving you a single dollar of it. Not because I can't. Because you don't get to sell someone out for a million dollars and then come back asking the person you sold out to bankroll your escape from the consequences of that exact decision." "Zariel..." "You made a choice," she said, quieter now, though no less final. "You looked at everything we built together and decided it was worth less to you than a payday. I've made my peace with that. I've stopped waking up angry about it, mostly. But making peace with something isn't the same as forgiving it, and it is absolutely not the same as funding your way out of a mess you built with your own two hands." Marcus stood there for a moment,

“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.

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?"