Run Away With My Heart Novels & Stories

Lucas grabs her arm as soon as she drags her heavy feet. She sniffles turning around to gaze at the hook pulling her backward. Her eyes were filled with tears, she couldn't turn around to look him in the eye. Her lips quake. “I tried….I tried to let go but….m…. my past keeps haunting me. I can't be heartsease after discovering that pervert is euphoric after inflicting my whole existence.”

And now, here I was, facing a similar phase of heartache. The thought of running away consumed my mind like a relentless wave crashing against the shore. It seemed like the only escape from this overwhelming pain, a way to shield myself from the rejection that threatened to drown me. I couldn't bear the thought of enduring another round of heartbreak, of feeling unwanted and unloved.

Anguish gripping my heart, I carelessly cast my handbag aside and began running away, tears streaming down my face. I had no clue about my destination, I don't know where I was going, and all I could sense was my fierce urge to escape this place. Anywhere but here, away from him, was all I wanted. Tears poured down my face, and my heart shattered into countless fragments, fueling my fury. I wrapped my arms around myself, walking faster and faster, leaving everything behind me, I didn't even glance back, not even once.

I was already expecting this question but it still irritated me to no end. “I may not have money, but I have love,” I reply confidently. I had rehearsed my response several times that morning. “I can give him a home, a family. Something money can’t buy.” When the hearing ends, I pick up my purse and quickly walk away from the courtroom. I can hardly wait to return back to Erik, especially after receiving a text from Clara who is babysitting him. Unfortunately, I am not quick enough because Massimo corners me in the hallway.

When I tried to get into the car, she tried to open the door on the passenger's side. I snapped, "Stop. Could you just get off my back?" I had raised my voice a little. Jeannie froze with shock, though I saw her shoulders shaking. Seeing her like this annoyed me even more. "I know you're after my family's funds. Don't worry, the investment is still a going concern even if we don't marry. Happy now? If you are, go away." When she did not respond, I stepped on the gas and sped off. Those inside the private lounge of the bar, both familiar and unfamiliar, were discussing my running away from the wedding.

“You’ll be in big trouble.” “I already know that.” There was a hint of sarcasm as I looked back at the small window of the bathroom stall where my bestfriend Ariel was standing, pushing the backpack that she prepared for my escape. My escape. As exaggerated as it may sound, I found this very moment as my escape. The Coachella was the perfect event, the only event that I had to get away from all the craziness in my life right now. I just turned 21 and in a few weeks I would be shipped out to marry someone I barely know. I was being sacrificed to grow my father’s empire even bigger.

His eyes softened. And I want you in my new life. If you’ll stay. Larris throat tightened. I'm not a good man. You became good for me, she whispered. He shut his eyes, overwhelmed. When he opened them again, he whispered. I’ll stay. EPILOGUE THE RUNAWAY BRIDE WHO CHOSE HERSELF Months later, Teresa stood on a balcony overlooking Greyfall City. The wind carried the scent of rain, but this time, she wasn’t running.

He had only one thought then, that I must never know. He knew I had a gentle temper, but I had her limits. The realization struck him hard. Could I have found out? Was that why I left him? He quickly shook his head. No, he had hidden Stacy away in the distant suburbs. No one would ever find out. Relieved, he turned to leave the ward. Behind him, Stacy shrieked, “John, do you even have a heart? I saved you, I’m carrying your baby, and you’re locking me up!”

Thanks, but I don't need it. Oliver glared at me. "Jessica, your temper has gotten worse over these three years! Fine, if you're not going, I'll take Angela instead and introduce her as my wife!" "Be my guest," I answered indifferently, grabbing my luggage and leaving. They could wait here all they wanted for the Samantha they'd been expecting. I wondered if they'd ever find her. ... The next evening, my stylist curled my hair into soft waves. I wore a custom-made, understated black evening dress without any visible logo.

“They say that a man’s money follows his heart. You don’t have to scheme against me. If you want it, I’ll give it to you willingly. “I won’t hold you back, unlike a certain somebody. I want to be the one who helps you rise.” The moment I realized my hand was brushing against a place it should not have been, I instinctively tried to pull away. But Lucas held me tight. Before I could even react, he pulled me into his arms. He gently set me down on the desk beside us and leaned in. “Jane, when you came here with Ethan for a meeting last time, I wanted to do this.