Runaway Groom Thanks For Setting Me Free Novels & Stories

"Cough, cough... you're always like this. I just have a little illness, but you panic like it's the end of the world. It's really not that serious." I'd long grown used to Michelle's fragile act, so I wasn't curious about how this scene would unfold. But the two of them seemed determined to drag me into their performance, using me as a prop to complete their tragic romance. The disgusting lines kept coming. "I'll never let anything happen to you," Gaius said, his voice thick with affection—the same affection he once reserved for me. "I know, you're the best to me. Now, you should go back and finish the wedding. Donna's been waiting seven years for this. I promise, this time I'll control myse

Today is D-Day. It’s the day I run — and make no mistake to look back to see who’s after me. It’s the day I reclaim my freedom from the monster who seized it — with the help of his dearest sister. Today is the day I leave this trap called marriage. It’s happening. And I’m here for it. I spray my body with water lilies from the can, unable to stop myself from grinning at my reflection in the mirror. I can barely contain my excitement, Carmen fell for it.

“I wanted to do something special for us. After all, it’s our honeymoon. We should enjoy every second.” He didn’t hesitate, pulling me into a tight embrace and kissing me deeply, as if to thank me in his own way. When we finally pulled apart, his eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know, there’s only one thing missing.” “Oh?” I tilted my head, curious. “What’s that?” “Skinny-dipping,” he said with a grin, his hand already moving to untie his swim trunks. I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “Ryan!”

And for the first time since the storm began, I let myself believe we might not just survive— we might one day be free. Not in a mansion. Not in the spotlight. But in a small house somewhere, where he can say his name out loud, where he never has to hide his face, where he knows, deep in his bones, that he was loved from the very first breath. That’s the life I’m running toward. And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take it from us. ---

“Oh, you’re gonna love this.” The headline flashed bold and merciless: “Groom Abandons Bride at the Altar — Runs Out Screaming Another Woman’s Name.” And below it, the snippet: Delilah Weston. Wait…what? I froze, then let out a sharp laugh that turned into a wicked giggle. “You’ve got to be kidding me. He actually ran? Thorne threw his head back, roaring with laughter, almost spilling his champagne. “All because of you, baby. A ghost he thought would haunt him forever. That mother fucker is delusional.”

"Marry me. Let's make it legal again. A real wedding this time, not that rushed nonsense we did before. And this time, you're never leaving me ever. We'll build a life right here, or anywhere you want in the world. We'll be together, us alone." "Graham... please..." Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes, burning the raw skin on my cheeks. I tried to pull my chin back, but his grip tightened just enough to lock my head in place, and I understood in that instant that I was as trapped as Jaxx, only my cage had no visible bars. It had gilded corners and a lock only he possessed the key to.

Sweat was on his upper lip, his false bravado gone. "I will find you. I will find you and make you wish you hadn't been born after me." He started to speak, but shut his mouth. I stepped forward. "And this thing you did to her? I won’t let it slide. Will I come back for you?" I smiled without humor. "I will." He swallowed, hard. "You wouldn't. My wedding is happening soon. Dad won't forgive you if you hurt me." "Very well," I shrugged, voice low and cold. "See you at your bachelor's Eve. You'll go down in history as the first groom who lost his damn legs before saying 'I do.' "

I stuttered with a nervous smile. "I just want you to know one thing," He looked serious all of a sudden so I dropped my forced smile and listened. "You can count on me for an escape plan." I threw my head back and laughed genuinely for the first time that day. Conversation flowed easily between us and I was startled when suddenly everyone burst into applause. Automatically, I joined in the applause with no idea of what was happening. A glance at the stage made my hands drop back to my sides. The groom and his bride were locked together in an embrace with onlookers cheering them on.

Let’s make make a solid proof plan , let us gather food , clothes – we will take our horses one night and flee. It is up to me to help her. I run to my squatters and I start making our amazing escape. We will run away and never look back… We will be free – just her and I. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s Pov I jolt when I hear the door behind me slam shut. Instantly feeling the walls closing in on me , I try to head for the balcony where I can feel some form of freedom. However , my plan is harshly ruined when I feel a bunch of my hair being grabbed.

They were so slick looking that they appeared to be oiled down. “Oh, no,” Blake groaned. “Oh yeah!” Brad shouted with excitement. Someone cut on music. The type of music that would be played in a nightclub. “Where’s the groom?” A sexy looking brunette asked. “Right there,” Jake answered as he pointed at Blake. “Look, I –” Blake was cut off by the brunette instantly straddling his lap. The men cheered and catcalled. He felt another woman’s hands on his shoulders. He looked over his shoulder to see a strawberry blonde in a white cocktail dress.