Runaway Groom Thanks For Setting Me Free Novels & Stories

**** Shravan was checking his mails when he heard the commotion. He looked up from his phone to see his parents and grandfather talking with the orphanage authorities and the atmosphere was tense. Very very tense! Grandpa clutched his chest and stumbled on his feet and Shravan rushed towards them. Somehow they consoled Tej Maheswari and then he came to know about the issue. One of the grooms had run away. Irresponsible idiot! If he didn't want to get married, why the hell did he wait till the last minute.

"Simon, I didn't think you'd be so distraught after Yasmin was thrown behind bars. Listen, Aaron and I will overlook you ruining our wedding. We'll also have you treated at a proper facility until you recover." The security guards came over to wheel Simon out as if on cue. Only then did he begin to panic. "What do you mean by that, Olive? I'm not sick! I really do love you! Don't do this to me, please! I'm sorry!" His voice faded as he was escorted out the door. Aaron took my hand and led me slowly up the stage once more. We exchanged rings and kissed to seal our vows. We thanked the misfortunes of our pasts for the blessings we reaped in the present.

Mia asks and Carl smirks “Our Son is in his room” Carl says placing emphasis on the ‘Our’, Mia rolls her eyes at this “Now…Pack your stuff and let me take you to our room” Carl says and mIa brows furrowed confusingly “What do you mean by Our Room?” Mia asks “You don't seriously think we're gonna be in different rooms right” “I wanna be Up close to you…My Runaway Bride” ***** Melinda enters Lucas Room and Drops the file on his table, Lucas didn't even raise his head at any point to look at her

The big moment had arrived. Dorian nodded. He knew that when his boss set his mind to something, no human power could overwhelm his resolve. Days later, he made an irresistible offer to the supermarket's owners. With the money obtained, they retired, quitting their jobs forever. They announced the news to employees, including Helen, who, saddened by the event, had no choice but to wait to meet her new boss. Ever since Helen ran away from her wedding, her life became simple. She worked twelve hours a day, lived on a shoestring, and never gave up hope of ever finding true love. But she never imagined that she would fall in love the day she met her new boss.

In the mirror, the words "Used Stud" were plastered across my face in bold letters. The crowd around me jeered. "Look at that, a used stud. Fits him perfectly." "I heard he's a 30-year-old virgin. Total freak." "Seriously, the nerve of this guy to even throw a wedding. Talk about shamelessness." Just then, the door swung open, and my fiancee, Ariel Booker, walked in in her wedding dress. My friend, Patrick Morris, sauntered over with a smirk. "Ms. Booker, your dress is a bit messed up."

"I promise I know what I did wrong, Giselle," Benjamin said humbly. "I've already fired Chelsea, deleted all her contact details, and even finalized the divorce with her. I promise I won't have anything to do with her or her daughter again." He looked apologetic. "Please don't be mad at me anymore. Come back with me, and we'll get married, okay? I've already picked the venue and ordered the outfit. Everything is ready. I'm just missing you, the bride…"

Without hesitation, they handed me the money, saying, "As long as you're happy, we'll do whatever we can to support you." I knew that was the savings they had scraped together over a lifetime of living frugally. The line went quiet for a few seconds. I didn't know how to begin. Was I supposed to tell them that I couldn't even reach Olivia and that I had just seen a photo of her with another man on the day before our wedding? I couldn't bring myself to say it. So, I claimed the signal was bad and hung up. … As it turned out, canceling a wedding was far easier than planning one. The wedding I had spent a whole year preparing was called off in just one morning.

Tears pour from my eyes, staining the page as I stare at the last item on the list. RUN AWAY AND START OVER. I cross the point and scribble something else. ESCAPE THIS MARRIAGE AND START OVER.

"There's nothing nice about marrying a stranger and a mafioso. So fvck off before I decide to runaway." "Hey, watch your mouth. We're in the church." Cinthye gave him a sly smirk. "No, were in the mall. You know why I wore black?" "Let me guess, you don't want to get married. But you don't have a choice. You are mine either way." "Yes, I am already mourning my freedom. Grieving your death." "I don't die easily, little actress." "You can't be too sure. There's always enemies lurking in the shadows. Who knows I'll be a widow tomorrow."

My legs trembled as I walked alone in the aisle, staring at him with the hope that this was not a tease from him. But ​I stopped a few feet away from him as I clenched at the stems of the lilies. ​"Viktor… W-What are we doing? Rehearsal? In wedding attire?” I whispered, enough for him to hear. ​He stepped toward me and extended his hand. “Take my hand and run away with me,” he murmured with his soft voice filling the entire cathedral. My brow furrowed. “Run away?” “Think of this as an escape from your controlling family. This is your chance to get the freedom you badly wanted.”