Runaway And Get Married 소설 & 이야기

Witnessing the glorious union of your man with his girlfriend/wife feels like being stabbed by a twelve inches knife, directly into the heart. She ran as fast as she could, not sure where fate would bring her feet. She's in deep despair, that's what she knows. It's game over, they are now married. He married the woman he truly loves and she needed to move on and live like it's just nothing. He's happy now and so should she. But the question is how? All her life, she had already planned the sequence of how their lives should flow. She keeps on running when suddenly, her sandal's heel broke causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

“Second, this marriage stays on paper. No real wedding, no honeymoon, no—” Adrian cut her off with a slow, knowing glance. “No sex?” Her cheeks burned, but she kept her expression neutral. “Exactly.” He hummed as if considering. “Agreed.” Something about how easily he accepted that unsettled her. Like he knew something she didn’t. “Last condition,” she continued, “when this is over, I walk away. No strings attached.” Adrian studied her for a long moment, then nodded. “Deal.” With that, he slid the contract toward her.

But still, her trembling fingers hesitated before flipping it open. And there it was. Her worst nightmare in black ink. A marriage certificate. Her name—Seraphina Devereaux. His name—Lucian Devereaux. The proof that no matter how far she had run, she had never truly been free. A sharp gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it. Lucian tilted his head slightly, his gray eyes darkening with something unreadable. "You’re still my wife, Seraphina. And I’m taking you back."

he pressed, stepping even closer, forcing my chin back up so I was meeting his gaze, “What are you not telling me?” “It doesn’t matter anymore! It’s over, Leo. You made your choices, and I made mine," I moved away from his hold of my face and my hand, "so I'll appreciate it our encounters have no private conversations. As you can see, I'm happily married, and I have a child, I moved on, you already did even before-" His jaw tightened. “You think marrying someone else will erase everything between us? That it’ll change the fact that you’re still my wife?”

Lyra started searching every hook and nook in case Piper was hiding. Her eyes fell on the bed covers tied together as a rope against an opened window. Piper has run off. Lyra slammed her clenched fist against the wall, frowning, “Damn!” After the conversation they had, Piper still ran away on her wedding day. Lyra sat on the couch, massaging her temples. How would she tell everyone about the runaway bride? “Calm down, Lyra. Calm down,” she mumbled. She exhaled deeply, her breath making a puff in the air as she grabbed the note on the mirror stand. “I'm sorry, guys. I can't dump my lover for an unknown man,” she read Piper's written message.

He shattered my hopes of getting away from him by making that announcement and he owed me an explanation. For the rest of the party, we pretended that we were a loving couple but as soon as we got into the car to return home, all hell broke loose. The anger and rage I’d be stowing away returned in full force and I had no hold on it. “I didn’t take you to be a cheap and shameless liar, Mr. Reid,” I started, a humorless laugh accompanying my words. A lump formed in my throat, threatening to spill the tears of frustration I’d been holding all night but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me in my most vulnerable state. If his plan was to break me, then he’d failed. I stared at him, w

“That’s why you didn’t marry this man. I mean, I assume you didn’t because you’re living in Portland and vacationing here alone.” “Oh, no, Brian. I couldn’t marry him. Once I was left alone in the dressing room at the country club, my mind began to churn. I couldn’t imagine being married to a man like that – or him being the father of my children. My future children and I deserved better. I grabbed my bag and ran outside before anyone saw me. I . . . commandeered a golf cart all the while wearing my wedding dress and got off the grounds as fast as I could. My grandfather had taught me how to drive a golf cart ages ago,” she explained. She continued on with her story of how she escaped New Yo

Without hesitation, they handed me the money, saying, "As long as you're happy, we'll do whatever we can to support you." I knew that was the savings they had scraped together over a lifetime of living frugally. The line went quiet for a few seconds. I didn't know how to begin. Was I supposed to tell them that I couldn't even reach Olivia and that I had just seen a photo of her with another man on the day before our wedding? I couldn't bring myself to say it. So, I claimed the signal was bad and hung up. … As it turned out, canceling a wedding was far easier than planning one. The wedding I had spent a whole year preparing was called off in just one morning.

Without hesitation, I hopped into his car. I need her now. I'm thankful for having her. "Sorry if I'm late for your wedding. But I'm thankful because I wouldn't gain anything if I were on time since you're apparently a runaway bride. Haha, my tardiness still worked out perfectly because I saw you running like a fool in a wedding gown. Haha. You still look beautiful even as a runaway bride," he rambled on, thoroughly amused by my actions. I responded with a grateful smile.

Isaac was giving him a head's up, but James said, "I can go back to Franconia with you." James got married quickly so that he could go back to work, and his leg was more or less better even though it was not fully healed. Most importantly, he was bored out of his mind here, while he and Erin had already agreed to go back to Franconia once they were married—even if they might stay another couple days. "I'll arrange for the return flight," James said, since he was always the one who arranged it. Isaac simply clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll have someone arrange it."