Runaway Bride/Groom Novels & Stories

Since Gina’s parents were on a cruise and could not return for the ceremony, I wanted my best friend to walk me down to the altar. “The groom is getting nervous. He sent me to fetch you.” His eyebrows were on high alert. “What’s that talk about runaway bride between him and your husband, G? You wanna run? Do you need me to sneak you out?” he asked, and Gina and I broke into a laugh our friend could never understand. “You two are nuts!” he frowned. “Let’s go! Don’t keep your man waiting any longer. It’s not nice.” He reprehended, offering me his arm. Gina was out of the room, and I took Simon’s hand. Breathing deeply, I walked beside him towards the beach where my future awaited.

The world around us seemed to fade away until there was nothing left but the two of us, standing together in the river, surrounded by the beauty of the day. After a while, we waded back to the riverbank, the cool water trailing off our legs as we walked. I was a bit tired, so I slowed down, and when he asked me what happened, I shook my head and said, " Nothing, just a bit tired." He picked me up in his arms and got me back to where my whole family was. " Hey, leave me, what would they all think? " " I am carrying my would-be bride in a bridal style. They will think that we are madly in love and engaged to be married soon. " He said and kept going back to my family.

"Babe, thank you for being so understanding. I think we still need to refine some of the wedding details." She went on, "Aiden said we could do a helicopter bouquet drop. It wouldn't just make you look good—it would make us both look good in front of everyone. "Also, he said my custom wedding gown doesn't show off my figure well enough. Since the wedding's been postponed, maybe we should switch to another one?" Olivia babbled on and on over the phone. Her ideas were completely ridiculous, and every other sentence revolved around Aiden. A helicopter bouquet drop? Swapping out a custom wedding gown just like that?

Cayden Ellish ignored the woman’s question beside him as he fixed his gaze on the priest that would solemnize his matrimony with this unnamed actress as his pretend bride. Five days ago, he did not imagine himself to be getting the services of a start-up actress to pose as his fake bride. And why would he need to pay someone to marry him when he had a fiance whom he loves and intends to marry? But then, his fiance ran away. He could still remember the horror he felt when he found out that she was gone.

But it became an obsession. I even hired a private investigator. Top-tier. Discreet. But they came up with nothing. No Belle who matched her face, her height, her build. No trace. Until today. My phone buzzed. A news alert from a gossip site I usually ignored. But the headline made my stomach twist: Runaway Bride Caught Clubbing in L.A. – Shocking Twist in Billionaire Daniel Cross’s Canceled Wedding My chest tightened. I clicked it, expecting a generic scandal. But then—

I said before I continued my speech. "Ummm so I need a bride as soon as yesterday. I have drawn up a contract which states that I will marry a girl and offer her 3 million dollars and after 6 months we go our separate ways. Pretend as though nothing happened." I said, and lifted right her eyebrow in awe as I pushed the file papers across the table to her. "So, here is the contract. You're the chosen girl for me." I said and handed her the contract with a smirk and she looked dumbfounded and bewildered. Her mouth was just hanging open, speechless and in shock.

", I have no choice but to marry Charles." "Running away right now doesn't guarantee even a quarter of protection. So, yes, you have to marry Mr. Oxford." Isabella sighed with her eyes on the white ceiling. "I don't get one thing though," Isabella looked his way. "I don't get why you are trying to run away from the man you once loved. And I know you, beneath all these problems and all, your love for him is buried." "I don't know. I feel things won't be the same. It has been years since we were together, a lot would have changed."

A sinister smile crossed his face and his eyes glinted with mischief. “Then I’m here to remind you the terms of the contract,” I cocked a brow. “And what are they?” “That there was no marriage agreement. What we had was a surrogacy agreement for you to take Christina for twelve months until she bears a child for you, to repay the money I owe you. But as I’ve heard and seen on the news, you’ve engaged her and you’re even planning a wedding. Is that the case, Mr. Reid?” “And if it is, what are you going to do about it? Stop me?”

Lillian shouted. "Stop, Lilian! Don't be rude to your would-be husband. He would protect you well. So get ready and leave our house at this moment!", Mr. Wilson said without thinking twice. It seemed he had already made up his mind to marry his only daughter off to the Lonardo family.

On the second ring, he picked it up—not without hissing. “How's it going?” her anxious voice echoed. He smirked. He felt good that she was a bit destabilized. At least she'd reduce the running of her lips for some time. “I told you I have it under control.” With that, Mrs Beth breathed in. ———————- “What did you find out?” Ethan’s voice sounded, as he took a drag from his cigarettes. “That she left abroad.” “What!” his voice echoed. He couldn't believe his runaway bride would ever have the means to travel abroad.