Novel & Cerita Runaway Billionaire Becomes My Groom

I ran until the lights of the cathedral disappeared and the city swallowed me whole. I don’t know how long I ran (ten minutes? Twenty?). My legs gave out in front of a tiny 24-hour coffee shop glowing like a lighthouse in hell. I shoved the door open, soaked, shaking, mascara streaking down my face like war paint. The barista (a nineteen, purple hair, nose ring) took one look at me and dropped the milk pitcher. “Holy shit. You’re… you’re the runaway bride. It’s trending everywhere.” I laughed. It came out broken. “Yeah. Can I just… sit?”

I’ll bring my cousins. I snorted despite myself. My heart was still a mess, but leave it to them to pull out the drama. K: No, I swear. Today was literally the first time I’ve spoken to him. Malik: You expect us to believe you got snatched up at the altar like some N*****x special and you didn’t know him before? Zendaya: Exactly. Why would the billionaire bachelor suddenly decide marriage was the move, today of all days? Denise: Hold up. Is this a marriage or like… a temporary hostage arrangement?

“Tell me who he is and why he chose me as his wife.” She stood petrified in front of me, as if she didn’t know what to say, but I wouldn’t let her get away before she answered all my questions. “I don't understand why he chose you as his wife,” her voice came out shaky and slurred, “but Mr. Gregory is the heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. He needs a wife to take over the family business.” “Billionaire?” I whispered, and it was as if my strength went out like a balloon. ”I married a billionaire?”

Lowering his voice, he whispered, "It's actually a fake, borrowed it from a friend." She nodded and pulled back, her face flushing. "Yeah, uh, it looks real," she said, pulling her hand from his arm and stepping away. He was happy his little lie had worked-otherwise, how would he explain wearing a brooch worth two million when he was trying to pass off as poor? But he was also confused as his bride withdrew from him, as if suddenly shy of their closeness.

: "What do you mean we got married?" I asked him, my voice raising a bit. "I don't like repeating myself. All I know is that we are in this mess because of you," he glared at me as he clenched his jaw. "Look, Mister, I don't know what you are talking about, but all I know is that I came here to audition as a runaway bride, so stop with this nonsense." Oh no, how could I be so stupid and dumb? All those preparations, the guests... I should have known it was a real wedding. How did I get myself in such a mess, and how am I going to get out of this mess?

" A lot of billionaires, a lot of wealthy men have had this type of problem and instead of fixing it, they just let it go. But my son is a good boy. He doesn't only accept his mistake but he wants to correct it. He has decided to marry Alicia Messi to show the world how sorry he is. " "That's a very good decision sir but what about Alicia has she agreed?" The same reporter asked. "That's enough for now," Mr Roberto Schultz said and his bodyguard forced his way through the crowd of reporters, into his own car. Taylor and Alicia entered Taylor's Ferrari at once.

He said. "You want to buy a new one, that fast?" I asked, looking surprised. I remembered when my Dad was still alive, our TV got faulty, and it like weeks before my Dad was able to repair it, but Mavis, it's not even up to twenty four hours his TV got smashed to the ground, and he is already ordering another TV, which might cost thousands of dollars. "Money isn't my problem, Denise" He said, and that's when I remembered that I am married to a billionaire, who is the CEO of one the most popular food companies in America.

Alexander ran a hand through his dark hair, messing it up in a way that looked almost human, almost vulnerable. It was a gesture she had seen only a handful of times during their marriage, usually in the rare moments when the weight of his world pressed too heavily even on him. “I’m not here to drag you back to New York,” he said, his voice quieter now. “I’m not here to throw around lawyers or contracts or make threats. I flew here alone, no team, no plan, because I needed to see you with my own eyes. To know that you were okay after everything.” His dark eyes searched her face, something softer flickering there for just a moment.

Half an hour later, I was in the backseat of a black sedan, clutching my bouquet so hard some petals had bent beneath my fingers. The city blurred outside the window. This was really happening. I was really being taken to marry Adrian Lancaster. The Adrian Lancaster. The billionaire heir with the ruthless reputation, the cold face in business magazines, the man Sienna had once called too dangerous to love. The courthouse ceremony passed like a fever dream. Just a private room with a single civil official. My father's voice did most of the talking while my mother just stood one side, staring at her nails like this was none of her concern.

His face was covered with shock. "When I saw the news about Allen Walker's marriage, I told my wife several times that you weren't the bride. But I've just been proven wrong. What exactly are you up to, young lady? You want to get married to a billionaire and then run away with my money?" He asked as he stepped closer to me, his eyes traveled down to my fingers and when he didn't see a ring, his face scrunched up in confusion. This was exactly what I was afraid of. People would think because I married a billionaire and appeared on TV, then I was suddenly a billionaire too.