Runaway Bride: 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

she rolled her eyes again, “ I am running away because I don’t want to get married and it is funny because I have nowhere to go” “Oh, I see. A runaway bride” Jack paused for a while, he was studying the woman in front of him, “you can come with me if you so wish?” “Why!” A skeptical look appeared on her face, “why do you think I will follow you?” “Because you are running away from your wedding and I am the only one who came help you right now because I am on my way to the airport” “So you will take me with you?” “As long as you don’t report me for kidnap or rape” Jack added with a cute smile on his face.

Different staffs could be seen moving in their arrays. “I heard about your runaway bride? Is there anything you don’t mess up? I even put stakes on it and you screw this one up too?” Avan retorted. “Yeah, right. Rub it on my face. Besides she didn’t runaway, she was kidnapped. You know, you should have stayed out of the wager and everything about the wedding. Can’t you see you’re bad luck?”

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.

“ you must take me for a fool Hendrick “, Adrian said angrily as he ordered every entry and exit to be closed and every room should be checked, he was not going to let her escape that easily. The guards started carrying out the orders, some guests that were just arriving were furious as to being locked out of the wedding entrance, While inside the venue, the guests and some staff started murmuring about the shocking scene that just happened, and they were wondering what it was all about. while Adrian was questioning the bride's family and said, “you seem to have forgotten why we are doing all this, now let me remind you. if the marriage doesn't occur today, then none of you shall live comfor

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE HUNDRED THEME: A femme fatale CONNECTICUT, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA CRAWFORD CORPORATION Christopher ran into the house like he was being pursued. Shortly after he reached climax with Jessica, he came back to his right senses. He had ran out of the company when his brain finally caught on the situation on ground. He had told jessica off, even though the way he said it didn't sound like he meant it.

Aurora had no idea what Signora had told Ricardo but all Aurora knew was that Ricardo refused to look at her ever since then. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled. Finally she was a true bride and not a replacement. She had no idea where Avena was but she inwardly thanked her for running away that faithful day. If it were not for Avena running away, she would never have married the man of her dreams.

---------- In the bustling city somewhere in America, Phoebe is seated inside the Starbucks quietly enjoying her coffee. "Have you heard? The Beischel's Heiress is actually the reason why the well known Nikholas Fairbourne suddenly disappeared." Phoebe was about to take a sip in her cappuccino when a woman's voice from the table behind her stopped her midway. With the mention of that familiar name, her heart actually beat erratically. "What do you mean?" another woman's voice. "Well, can you believe it? He was actually engaged with the young Beischel, but the heiress suddenly ran away. He must've been so heartbroken and humiliated that he hid from public." the first one once again gossiped.

“You don’t have to kill me.” “I fucking have to!” the man shouted, his face twisted with fury. “You murdered my family!” “I murdered yours?” I snapped. “They killed my father. My brothers. Do you even know what I saw that day? Your family dealt the first blow!” “Yeah,” he growled, stepping closer, the barrel digging deeper into my temple. “A Pacino bride was about to walk down the aisle. To marry you. A Pacinos. And you stood there, ready to take her hand like you were worthy of it.”

**The Chase Begins** Two days later, the decision was made. The crew insisted. With nurseries triple-guarded and the empire’s elite on rotation, Damien and Cinthye slipped away at dawn in an armored convoy. The coastal villa promised seclusion: cliffs overlooking crashing waves, hidden tunnels, and state-of-the-art defenses. The drive twisted through mountain passes, adrenaline mixing with anticipation. Damien’s hand never left hers, his thumb tracing patterns that spoke of nights ahead. Halfway there, the first sign of trouble hit. A black SUV appeared in the rearview, too persistent for coincidence. “Tail,” the lead driver barked through comms.

"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!"