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I still couldn’t get myself to believe it, while other women had thrown themselves at me in the past, Aria Kostas literally chose to run away from her life and home just to escape me. Now, she had just turned herself into a package that I’m even more desperate to get my hands on. “Tell my papa what happened. The rest of the guests should disperse. The bride had a health emergency or any other excuse you can think of.” I instructed. Carlo nodded his understanding. “Any info on who deflated my tires?” I asked. He nodded. “Some old beggar that was tipped a $100 by an anonymous man. He described the man, but it wasn’t something we could work with.”

Especially not Stella. But then, the whispers started as I began to walk down. “She should really change. It’s rude to the bride,” one woman muttered, her lip curling as she leaned toward her friend. “Doesn’t she know it’s not her day?” Around them, heads turned, whispers spreading like wildfire. A few exchanged glances, their expressions filled with judgement. I stopped in my tracks as their words filled my ears. They thought Stella was the bride. Most of these people had been invited by Leo's family, since I had no one on my side, so they didn't know who the bride was.

“I've learnt things the hard way, I once trusted a man and he took everything away from me. I'm still trying to pick up the pieces and when I'm done he won't know what hit him.” “How do you plan on doing it?” Levi asked. I smirked, “by doing what they thought I'd never do. I'll start my own business and become extremely successful. Successful enough for them to see me everywhere they go and I'm going to make sure they all regret the day they took me for granted.” “But that's enough info about me. What happened to your runaway bride?" I asked. Levi shrugged. "I don't know. She just left, with no note and no calls. And now I'm in a bit of a bind."

And we learned. I’d spent my whole life running from that truth. From them. From me. I escaped when I was nineteen, stole money from a drawer no one thought I had the guts to open, and slipped onto a cargo boat headed for anywhere that wasn’t there. I made it to this city with nothing but a forged ID, a bruised heart, and a name I had to kill. I became Rosa Amato. A girl with no history, no ties, just a future she had to build from scratch.

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—

Angela pretended to mediate, adding, "Jessica, don't worry. I'm the operations manager now. If anyone at work gives you hell, just let me know—and I'll fire them!" Oliver glanced at me dismissively. "What kind of trouble could she face? Due to something as trivial as a wedding, she ran away. Now, she's learned that making money isn't easy and wants to get back together. Even if she faces some hardships, it's still better than being unemployed." Hearing Oliver speak so lightly about it, I couldn't help but frown. The wedding I had meticulously planned for three years was given to another woman. How could he consider it trivial?

Her legs were bleeding, her ribs ached and her heart felt like it might burst but she didn’t stop. Just that morning, she had stood in front of a mirror dressed in white silk, perfect makeup, a beautiful bride, a dutiful daughter, a sacrifice. She stood in a church, surrounded by flowers, lights, and smiles that didn’t reach her eyes. Now? A runaway. “You’re doing this,” she whispered aloud, pushing through dripping leaves. Now, she was nothing but a runaway bride. “Camela!” another voice called. Closer, familiar. She froze. That voice. Vincent Castellano

We walked down the aisle at a normal pace so no one would know that the bride had probably taken off. We made it into the hallway where Dante was waiting. “Where is she?” I blurted. “I spoke to her a bit ago,” Dante said. “She seemed upset. I calmed her down. I think she just needs⁠—” “It’s locked.” Theo moved ahead and tried the door. “Scarlett?” No response. Theo turned to me and raised his arms. “We’ve got a runaway bride.” “Fuck.” Dante genuinely looked surprised, so I knew this wasn’t part of his plan. “I would call her, but…” He reached into his pocket. “She asked me to hold her phone.”

Notifications stacked on notifications, banners climbing over each other until the screen looked crowded. Winnie stirred on the couch, dragging a pillow over her face. “Ugh… why is your phone blowing up like that?” Freeda didn’t answer. Her thumb dragged down. Headline. Her stomach dropped so fast it hurt. BRIDE RETURNS AFTER EMOTIONAL EPISODE, SOURCES CONFIRM Her breath stalled. Another alert slid over it. INSIDER: WEDDING INCIDENT WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING. Another. OWEN FAMILY REPRESENTATIVE ISSUES STATEMENT.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"