Runaway Groom Thanks For Setting Me Free Novels & Stories

He had stepped aside to rest. Jayden moved slowly through the lavishly decorated venue, dazed. His eyes reddened with envy and disbelief as he looked at me. "Leah… the wedding you once promised me wasn't even half this nice. And you gave all this to Nick?" I looked at him, unraveling at the seams, and answered without changing expression. "Funny you mention that. I should thank you, actually. Jayden, thank you for letting me go." "You—You're thanking me?!"

Yvonne froze. For a second, her mind went completely blank. She turned sharply toward the speaker. "What did you just say?" The room went silent. Yvonne grabbed the phone and opened the post herself. The marriage license was right there in the photo. And the name on it was unmistakable. Jared. All the color drained from Yvonne's face. Tony glanced at the screen and fought back a smile. "Guys like him are never grateful. He threw a tantrum over nothing, then ran off and married someone else. Yvonne, let him go. He was reaching way out of his league anyway."

“Jensen, where are you? Why aren’t you replying to my messages?” Her voice was urgent, with a hint of unease. Back then, I would have yelled at her or gone insane. I had never been this quiet and unresponsive. She sensed something was wrong, and her unease deepened, so her tone softened again. “Jensen, you’re very sensible, unlike him. This is the last time, I promise.” I was slightly startled. Over the years, the words I heard the most from her were 'I promise you'. The first time she ran away from our wedding, she was full of regret and promised she would never believe Kyle again. The second time, she was furious and promised to cut ties with him. The third time, she even smashed her phone

Marcus pounds me harder, chasing his own release. And I realize with terrifying clarity that there is no escape. Not from the wedding. Not from them. Not from whatever dark ritual they have planned for me when the groom’s father arrives. I cum again anyway, broken and addicted, as three powerful men use my body like they own it. The sun is setting outside. The real party is only just beginning.

However, the wedding photo of Tiffany and me that had been placed at the entrance had been replaced by a photo of her and Justin. Meanwhile, the welcome message on the sign read, "Nathan Heaton and dogs are forbidden from entering the hall."

He fought desperately to break free of the bodyguards and storm up to me. "I made a terrible mistake. I shouldn't have left you at the altar. I shouldn't have upset you! Please forgive me, okay?" He took out the ring I'd thrown away and raised it high, his voice hoarse as he begged, "Come back to me, Ellie! We'll get married right away. I love you. I swear I love you!" I stared down at him as if I were eyeing a pile of trash that couldn't even be recycled. "You love me?"

After I found out my fiancée had fallen for another man, I gave her one last chance. She could break off our engagement and go abroad with him for a closed research program, or she could marry me. She chose me. But at our wedding, she heard he was about to marry someone else, and she abandoned me and ran out after him. What she didn't know was that betraying me would come at a price.

"Release me, you lying, cheating animal! Release my hands!" "No!" Maximo roared back, his dark eyes flashing with that terrifying, unhinged obsession that always took over him when he felt me slipping away. "I am not letting you go! You left your promise ring on the nightstand! You ran away without giving me a single second to speak! I am not letting you discard us over a setup!"

Rachel Winters and I have held 99 weddings, and all 99 times, she played the runaway bride. She always makes a run for it right before the vows, leaving me alone in the awkward silence of the venue. "Felix Hampton, you have to forgive me for my impulsiveness. I promise that I won't run away again on our 100th wedding," she says. "I will hold your hand and grow old with you. I will be yours forever!" To prove her sincerity, she decides to hold our 100th wedding on a cruise ship in international waters. "We'll hold the wedding at sea. That way, even if I wanted to run, I wouldn't be able to." Yet, just as we are about to exchange our rings before the vows, Rachel strips off her wedding go

“You tried to break apart my grandson’s engagement using stolen documents and secret meetings. That tells me everything I need to know about which one of you deserves this family’s trust.” Matt’s face went pale, then red with fury. “You’re choosing them over facts?” “I’m choosing love over greed,” Arnold said simply. “Something you’ve never understood.” He turned to Christian and Jessica, his eyes soft despite the tension in the room. “Tomorrow, you get married,” Arnold said. “Not because of a contract. Because I’ve watched you both become something real, whether either of you meant to or not.” Jessica felt tears sliding down her cheeks as Christian squeezed her hand tighter.