Runaway Groom Thanks For Setting Me Free Novels & Stories

I'm about to have my third wedding, with zero marriage. Anyone would count me crazy for accepting such a wedding, but it doesn't matter to me, if it's the little price I've to pay for my long-deserved freedom. I notice his attention gradually fixes down to me as I say these words, “Why are you suddenly interested in the wedding? The last time I checked you tried to escape.” “Until I realized how harmless you're,” I say, hoping that my plan works out for good this time. Marco burst into laughter, “You have no idea what I am capable of.”

He didn’t let me waste more time, instead he read his stupid vows out and I wasn’t even listening anyways. We exchange ring and he was expecting a kiss from me, I didn’t kiss him instead he forced his kisses on me. My stepmom and my relatives clapped their hands. After the wedding, I see Mike distribute envelopes to them all which I know the envelopes contains money. After the wedding, I told him, I want to see my husband and kids. He told me that when the phone lands that he would make the call that my husband should be freed. The plane landed and we were led into the ship,I thought I could escape but his men were al around , it was hard escaping.

“I won’t let anything happen to you. Or to our son. But you need to trust me. Completely. Even when it gets ugly.” She nodded, her grip tightening on his. The Trap is Set By morning, Adrian had a plan. “If Gavin wants to settle a debt,” Adrian said, “we’ll give him a chance to do it publicly. Let him reveal himself. But on our terms.” Claire watched him pace the length of the office, his mind already ten steps ahead. “How?” she asked. “We host a gala,” he replied. “A charity event. High profile. Cameras. Security. And an invitation list that includes every power player from Evelyn Donovan’s past.”

The realization hit me that I had managed to escape the strip club area entirely. "I'm finally free! This is true freedom!" I exclaimed with excitement, slowly getting up to stretch. It seemed like I had ended up on the other side of town, which thrilled me. I had successfully evaded Lucas Gambino's watch and was no longer under his control. The excitement overwhelmed me, causing me to break into a dance and hum a song as I spun around in one spot. 🎶I'm free, oh yes, I'm free, oh yeah... I'm fucking free...!

"Your parents are fine. They're outside. I've got bodyguards watching them—I wasn't about to let them near you again." I nodded, guilt twisting in my gut. "I'm sorry." He brushed my hair back. "Don't be. If I hadn't seen it for myself, I wouldn't get half of what you've lived through. None of this is on you." I sniffled. "But my parents—" "I don't blame them." My mind flashed to the four wrecked weddings. Every time, different guy, same ending—once my parents stirred up chaos, the groom bailed. Even my first love ditched me with, "A marriage without your parents' blessing won't be happy."

"Can.... can't we wait till after the wedding?" He paused, moving his eyes to me. My heart pounded as I stared at him. God, let him not get pissed. Please. "After the wedding huh?" I nodded slightly. "You got plans to fucking escape," Guilty washed me. I shook my head. "I told you, shawty. I ain't dumb. Don't let your instincts mislead you." I stared at him with my guilty face. "You can't fucking escape me, baby. When I say don't run from me, I also don't mean cause I know you can't run away from me."

"It's a party. We're celebrating! Celebrating the fact that you turned a little... domestic dispute into a fifty-million-dollar brand. It's genius, really. Monetizing your own humiliation." He raised his glass. "To the Runaway Bride!" he shouted. "May she never stop running!" Aurora flinched. It was a physical reaction. A recoil from the violence of his words. And in that flinch... she revealed herself. She wasn't the "Madame." She wasn't the CEO. She was the girl who had run. Liam saw it. He was across the room, but he saw the flinch. He saw the way her hand went to her throat.

He smelled of alcohol, and he was kneeling beside the bed, gently massaging my legs just like he used to. Seeing that I was awake, he stood up and moved in front of me. He brushed the stray hair from my face and leaned close to my ear to apologize. "Sarah, I'm sorry. "It's all my fault. I didn't make sure someone watched Danny properly at our wedding today, and that caused such chaos. To prevent those wealthy guests at our wedding from seeing our family become a laughingstock, I even let Lisa complete the ceremony in your place to cover things up. "I know what I did was wrong... I'm sorry."

You escaped. And found freedom, she whispered. He tightened his arms around her. And love. Teresa leaned into him. The runaway bride was gone. In her place stood a woman who knew exactly who she was. And where she was going.

I was swung around in a hug and given ten minutes to be kissed by him. He whispered, "We're going to meet tomorrow," in a grim look. “Tomorrow,” I whispered back. Yet, as expected, the situation was not perfect. By morning, the world was already in flames. The headlines hit first. “Billionaire Damian Cole Engaged? Who's the Mystery Woman?”. Does the term "Runaway Bride" refer to a career con artist? Or not? Damian's fiancee' story is brought to light. Photos of me. Of Dylan. Of my past.