Novel & Cerita Runaway And Get Married

She can't even last an hour without getting irritated just by looking at him. "Are you ready to marry me?" "You think I will be standing next to you if I'm not? Do you even have a brain? You gave me no choice? You locked my mother in a place you call medical facility and who knows where. If I hear something about my mother getting hurt or dying I will burn off everything you own. Media is vast, Damien. I hope you're not dumb" She scoffed. "Careful, little actress. I'm asking nicely." "There's nothing nice about marrying a stranger and a mafioso. So fvck off before I decide to runaway."

“Vivian, what are you doing crying like a baby? so your intentions are to paint me evil should it be your husband walks in now you would say I beat you up right? Anyways, that's not happening” Jolting and snapping out of her traumatic experience Vivian got a hold of herself. “What is your mission here in my house?” She asked softly, “I thought you left Jerald already? What are you doing back here? Is it because he is way richer now? And no longer the struggling young man you left then? I know you are here for the money. I can get him to write you a good cheque that will take care of you and your lifestyle. please just leave my marriage alone please”

And then I ran. I ran from the monster who had married me, from the man who found it so easy to kill. I couldn't stay a moment longer—I needed to escape. I passed Maria in the hallway as I made my way to my room, and she hardly stepped out of my way. I already saw myself on the next bus to the next city and then going far, far away from here. Damn, the stupid marriage contract. I had nothing much to gain from it anyway. Rodrigo was already the captain of his mafia gang, so I wasn't needed anymore. No one would bat an eye if he told them we got divorced.

I looked towards the window. My eyes never left the window until we arrived at the house. I got out of the car and headed straight towards the room. Hours passed and I suddenly felt my stomach twist. Was I even ready to get married? i ran away from my old pack because they intended to sell me off to get married to an old man. Yet here I was getting married a hotter guy just so I would peacefully. I was hated here the same wat I was hated there. Should I have ever left? Should I have endured until I couldn’t take it anymore?

He said, "Back when you needed her the most, she grabbed the money and ran away. But now, when you hear that she might be coming back, how can you be so happy about it? Did you forget that the money she took was the funds needed to save your life?" "B-but …" David's mouth fell open, and he couldn't say a word. He was so focused on getting money from Amelia that he forgot about that. Then, he recalled what Christopher said just now. "Did you just say that she got married after she ran away?" "Yes. She got married to a young hooligan, and she spent all the money she'd taken on that man. Now that she's penniless, the man abused her. "She couldn't stand it anymore, but she didn't have any money

“You’re already busy. If you don’t want me using your bank, I can take money from the safe.” Ellie’s eyes lit up. “So that’s it,” she said sharply. “You just want the password so you can steal and run. I can see it clearly—he’ll never love you and you know that.” Mason’s expression darkened. “I’m not giving you the safe password,” he said coldly. “You wanted this marriage. Now you’re stuck in it.” Kate felt numb.Kate stared at Mason, waiting—for denial, for defense, for anything, feeling dumb and stupid for even expecting him to defend her.

"Husband? Is she a married woman?" "That rude pitch?" Abby gave a disgusted look. "Is Mr. Steven that rude? I heard my colleague talking something like that too." "Steven?" Clara's Irish boarned furthermore. "Is Steven her husband?" Her voice rarely left her lips as shocks kept interfering with her thoughts. "I would rather choose the groom that my father picked for me." Abby scoffed and blinked to get the faded vision into a clear one. "What is she talking about?" Clara's mind swaddled with the conflict. She squeezed her senses to connect Abby's and Annie's words, and at last she aghasted with the conclusion, "She is the runaway bride!"

Arun took a deep breath and continued "Marriage was not at all my plan and my parents continuously forcing me was the reason why i agreed to marry! And i did had plans to escape for this marriage but that girl spoiled everything and dragged you into this' Arun told "But...what did she run away ? What was your pl..?' not letting Anjali complete Arun stopped her in middle "That's a long story! But listen I am sure you are not interested in this wedding? Am I right?" He asked and looked at Anjali to which she nodded

His family had quite the reputation and like they say, the apple doesn’t always fall too far away from the tree. The day was finally upon us. Before I got out of bed, I thought of calling the marriage off and returning to Uganda or going to another African country where I’d probably find better luck. I could travel to live in a place like Kenya to escape this ordeal that I was sure would make my life unbearable. The only consolation I had was that it was only paper marriage and not a real one. It wasn’t like I would sleep with him or anything. It was just for show, something essential in getting the green card I needed. To the world we would be a happily married couple but behind closed door

"I have an idea of a way we can get out of this. To stop you from getting married." My heart leaped. "What is it?" He took my hands and squeezed them. "Evanora, let's run away." "What?" "You heard me," he nodded. "Let's run away. Just me and you. That way we'll be free. From your marriage, from all the prying eyes, and in the long run from all of this madness. Think about it, we'll be together without anyone trying to get between us forever. We'll be happy. Just me and you and be finally at peace."