Novel & Cerita My Groom Ran Away

"Your parents are fine. They're outside. I've got bodyguards watching them—I wasn't about to let them near you again." I nodded, guilt twisting in my gut. "I'm sorry." He brushed my hair back. "Don't be. If I hadn't seen it for myself, I wouldn't get half of what you've lived through. None of this is on you." I sniffled. "But my parents—" "I don't blame them." My mind flashed to the four wrecked weddings. Every time, different guy, same ending—once my parents stirred up chaos, the groom bailed. Even my first love ditched me with, "A marriage without your parents' blessing won't be happy."

Ares only mentioned for him to talk but I saw him glancing at me first as if the words that he’s going to say should be kept as a secret to me. “ Let her hear it,” Ares cruelly said. He’s voice is stern and his expression is stoic as he glances over my direction. No pity is visible and only the amount of irritation paints over his expression. “ The groom was last seen exiting the perimeter, sir. It was reported that he’s driving his car and the late senator is with him as well,” he said making me stunned. The groom. Exiting the perimeter. With the late senator. Those are the only words that registered on my mind before I saw him being dismissed by Ares. Quickly, I rose from the floor and gri

It didn’t look like I had any matters to resolve, instead, it was all love. The slow music of Ave Marie started playing as I graced the altar and it was then I finally paid attention to the groom, who was on a clean black tux. He looked rich with his hair gelled down and packed into a small bun, chiseled jaw, tall, and like every woman’s dream. I found myself smiling, progressing toward him until I grasped it was Devin. I was getting married to Devin and not James? What the hell was happening?

She snapped at me. “Uh…” I trailed off, “she eloped with her boyfriend.” “What?!” “Boyfriend?” Imogen frowned. “Don’t create a scene here.” Hames added. “We’ll meet at my house.” Tristan, who still had an expressionless face, grabbed my wrist to lead me out. We all left the venue and were bombarded by flashes and questions from cameras and reporters: —“wasn’t your bride supposed to be Indy Ricardo?” —“What happened?” —“Who is she?”

He arched an eyebrow and inquired, "What's up, G? You two know each other?" Tony smirked and added, "The poor woman looked like she had seen a ghost. I'm a hundred per cent sure you know each other." Graham shoved his hands into his pockets to stop himself from taking out a cigarette to smoke his stress away. His jaw clenched as he replied through gritted teeth, "Yeah... she's my runaway bride."

Awful than ever! I looked at the little round thing on my wrist, checking what time it was already. I sighed out of disbelief. He is not here yet, even though our wedding is about to be held in 10 minutes from now. How could this be? I stood up and bowed my head on my palm. Even though this marriage was planned for business, I would be ashamed if my groom ran away. “He should be here by now,” I said, trying to console my own agony of worries.

I stood on the stage alone in my wedding dress. I turned to the guests and gave a deep bow. "Thank you all for attending my wedding. Unfortunately, there have been some last-minute changes. "Bianca York will now take over Sandra Zimmer as the bride. I sincerely apologize, and please enjoy the night." The room fell completely silent. Gordon Abbott—the groom—stormed onto the stage and snatched the glass from my hand. "Sandra, what are you talking about? Today's our wedding. That was just a mistake!" His expression was unmistakably dark.

I quickly crossed the street and got into the car. What I didn’t expect was to see Adrian sitting in the backseat, frowning at his phone. Traditionally, the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride until the ceremony, but this wasn’t a real marriage, so it didn’t count. He didn’t even glance at me when I shut the door, and I couldn’t have been more relieved. This was business. We had no say in each other’s lives. The ride was silent, thick with tension. I fidgeted with the bouquet, wrapping and unwrapping my hands around the stems, willing my heart to calm down.

I moved through it all like a ghost, smiling until my cheeks ached, accepting congratulations from people whose names I couldn't remember. Killian stayed at my side for the first hour, playing his role perfectly. The attentive groom, the satisfied husband, the man who'd just married for love instead of convenience. But I felt the tension radiating from him, saw how his eyes kept drifting to his phone. "I need to make a quick call," he finally said, his hand on my lower back. "Business emergency. I'll only be a moment." Before I could respond, he was gone, disappearing through a side door that led to a private corridor. I watched him go, feeling abandoned among all these strangers who thought

Just then, Carl jogged in from the corridors, panting, he had a sorry look on his face. “Guests are leaving,” he announced sadly, “the groom never showed up. “Trisha, I'm so sorry, but— “Take me home carl.” She cut in sharply. “I hope someone ruins your wedding like you ruined mine.” (Present) I chuckled. More than anything, i prayed Trishas wish would come true at this point. “Thank you” i mouthed to the stylist who fixed my hair into goddess perfection. I was standing by the high arched windows of the room, staring out at the maze of the courtyard, when the heavy oak door clicked open without a knock.