My Groom Ran Away Novels & Stories

“No, he didn’t.” But Victoria didn’t repeat herself. She turned to face the guests, forcing a tight smile. “The ceremony will be postponed,” she said loudly, though her voice quivered. “Please, enjoy the refreshments in the other hall.” It was useless. The crowd was already buzzing again, a storm of voices and gossip. Reporters whispered excitedly. Cameras flashed. Everyone knew the truth now—the groom had run away. Bridget stood frozen at the altar, staring at the empty aisle. Her veil fluttered softly as the air from the ceiling fans moved through the hall. She felt her world tilt, everything spinning around her.

I burst into laughter before I could stop myself. “You are such an actor. You should consider movies as a profession,” I stated. I stopped laughing when I saw the seriousness on his face. “Wait, are you being serious right now?” “Yes. Your groom is nowhere to be found. I can replace him,” he stated. “Well, I need to leave,” I said. My legs moved fast as I grabbed the handle and ran outside. Zack ran after me, grabbed my hand and held it tightly. I was lost again in his eyes. I swallowed hard as I stared at his lips.

"Wait, who was it that said they'd give us all ten thousand if the groom showed up?" Everyone quickly changed their tune and went looking for the person who'd been stirring things up earlier. Raymond's face had already gone stiff. He couldn't even afford to give them ten dollars each, let alone ten grand per person. He lowered his head, shoved through the crowd, and ran off. The moment he bolted, everyone's attention turned to him. "That's him! He's the one who said the bride was lying and pretending to marry a rich man out of vanity!" "He made everyone misunderstand her and nearly ruined this happy occasion!"

Nicole didn’t come how ironic for your own mother-in-law not to come to your wedding well I wasn’t expecting her though. Five minutes later the groom still hadn’t shown up, an hour later, they tried calling him but all calls went to his voicemail. Everyone was angry and I was feeling agitated, is this the case of the groom leaving the bride at the alter (but this time in my case is the court) I thought. Two hours later the groom finally showed up looking rough with scattered hair, his button wasn’t done properly and wait a minute is that lipstick on his neck. “Leonard Smiths! Why are you just coming?”Granny yelled.

What came into her view was the photo of Marcus and Lydia choosing rings. The title of the trending topic was taken from a post written by a so-called "acquaintance of the poor bride whose fiancé escaped the wedding in Aelmere". The post was entitled "A runaway groom is not the worst thing about a wedding". Charlotte clicked it and looked through the post.

Sophie said to me and engulfed me in a hug as she beamed,“Congratulations! God, You’re looking so pretty, Girl!” “Thanks. And you’re also looking very beautiful.” I said, pulling away. “Thanks. By the way, where is your groom?” She asked. In hell. My mouth gaped and my heart skipped a beat, my throat dried as I mentally prepared myself for that unbearable moment. Knowing I cannot run away from it and the time to get bound to the guy eternally is near. I took a step back and turned, looking for him and replied, “He is not here.”

Cutting him off, I said with a smile, "It's fine. I understand." … Soon, it was time for me to embark on the trip Isaac booked for me. I had already packed all my suitcases. Once I was certain that not a single trace of me remained in the house, I hauled my suitcase and left without looking back. I didn't go on the trip, of course. I went back to my parents' place. After all, it was almost time for me to get married. Isaac was too busy accompanying Jenny as she tried on wedding gowns to pay any attention to my whereabouts.

I was anticipating Damon’s return, so we could stop this charade, but Damon never showed up until we had to leave for the Church. “Let’s go. Your bride is already on her way. Don’t make her wait.” We walked outside the house and boarded a gleaming Cadillac. While a camera was focused on me, I snuck out my phone to send my location to Mason Granger, my best friend from the service, and instructed him to track my brother's whereabouts. He was certainly missing, and no one had any clue because I showed up and they had mistaken me for him. I wanted to correct the mistake, but I figured I needed to know what really happened. It was not just a simple case of a groom running away from his wedding.

With his beautiful Dominican Republic wife, her petite frame, cute face, and very short pixie deep red haircut. On the island, your best man and woman must be a married couple, whom you could confide in and get helpful advice from. Kenneth and Kita felt that would be her brother and his wife. Even though Kennet didn't get to spend a lot of time with Trent, they hit it off from the very beginning. He felt comfortable with the tradition because Trent was similar to his sister Kita in having a caring heart and showing kindness. Kita and Kenneth waited for their Que music to walk down the aisle. They stood behind in the pavilion, anxiously waiting, holding hands.

He was still wearing the same suit from yesterday, but his face was haggard and covered in stubble, with deep, dark circles under his eyes. Gone was the smug, self-assured man from before. It seemed he had already spoken to Lilian and fully understood the situation. He must have realized that I was serious about calling off the wedding and that this wasn't just some impulsive tantrum. The moment we met, he begrudgingly tossed the wedding ring at me and frowned. "Clara Whitmore, do you think marriage is some kind of game? You can't just say it's over and walk away!"