Runaway Groom Thanks For Setting Me Free Novels & Stories

Weeks before our wedding, I discover that my fiancée, Renee Flores, is pregnant with Chad Patterson's child. He's a younger man she met in college. When I see the words "Four weeks pregnant" on the report, I finally give up on her. It turns out our six years together mean nothing compared to a single request from Chad. So I call off the wedding and join a national research facility where all outside contact is prohibited. On our wedding day, Renee arrives at the venue only to find it empty. She falls apart and desperately searches for me.

"We don't have to fight anymore." Asher opened his dark eyes, looking down at her with a sudden, decisive clarity that made her pulse skip. "Good," he said quietly. "Because I'm done sharing you with lawyers, regulators, and corporate vultures." Serena raised a dark eyebrow, a curious smile touching her lips. "Is that an eviction notice from the boardroom?" "It's an abduction," Asher corrected, a slow, predatory warmth entering his expression. "Pack a single bag. We're leaving for the airstrip in two hours."

I am halfway through filling out the marriage application with Luca Moretti when his phone rings. He glances at the screen, and the moment he sees the caller's name, his expression changes. "I have something urgent to take care of. We'll register our marriage another day," he says after answering it. Before I can say anything, Luca is already on his feet. A moment later, he hurries out of city hall, leaving me sitting there alone with the unfinished application in front of me. All because his childhood friend, Rosa Conti, has woken up from a nightmare. A little while later, my phone buzzes. Luca has sent me a text. "Rosa is extremely upset. I need to stay with her. I'm not coming back

On our wedding day, my fiancee, Mia Lawson, runs off with the best man in the wedding car. Three hours later, one of our relatives, who loves stirring up trouble, drops a video into the family group chat. It shows a car rocking back and forth. The moment everyone sees it, messages start pouring in. "Wait, isn't that the wedding car they took when they ran off together? They're pretty bold to be doing something like this in a public place." In the video, Mia is pinned against the car window by the best man, Ethan Sterling, with her neckline pulled low enough to expose plenty of skin. Her face is flushed, and the expression on her face leaves little to the imagination. She doesn't respond

he sounded so sad but I didn't understand why when it hit me, him freeing me 'He thinks we are going to run, run away Callie' 'So let's run, run free and see where we end up' I nodded in agreement then did something neither of us expected me to do. I stood up, he was still kneeling down, I grabbed his chin making him look up at me "Stand up Alaric, please" As he slowly raised himself up, now towering over me "You need to know, I have always been freer here than anywhere else in my life, even with the bracelet on, unable to run, yes, but free. Thank you Alaric, I appreciate you, we have grown so much together since I first came here. You make me feel things I had never felt before. I want to

[ Scarlett ] I want to live here forever, at my current boyfriend’s house because the place I call my house is a prison for me or I should say it was as I am getting married in next three hours with a man of my father’s choice not mine. I practically flee from my own wedding to save my most valuable tressure, my freedom from been confiscated by my Dad. “Scar, baby get up, your father’s driver is here to pick you.” Ethan, my boyfriend shakes my shoulder to wake me up from the couch where I have been laying for hours, drunk and wasted.

"I hope I get the part. You won't regret working with me. I'm good when it comes to acting. Oh, shoot, I'm not supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be a runaway bride. So here's the thing: I will leave you here and get changed while you go to the director. I will find you there." "I thought you would never stop talking. Are you out of your mind? This is a wedding. You and I just got married. This is fucking crazy." He ran his hand through his hair and took off his tie. I stumbled back a bit and pinched myself, hoping I was dreaming. And the sad part is, I wasn't dreaming. I really did get married to this sexy Greek God that was standing right in front of me. Wait, I'm married.

We will see the priest when we have caught my runaway bride. “What the fuck do you mean?’ ‘My bride has gotten cold feet you fucker. She escaped in a bloody wedding dress, and we need to find her before she brings all the attention to herself and fuck us all up.’ Viper screamed into the phone, and my blood sizzled hot inside my veins. Pride swelled inside my chest, longing stretching my soul from every corner. A smirk curled on my lips before I rolled my stiff neck on my shoulders. A frce of energy pumped into my stream, and I fucking lit up like christmas lights.

I smiled, straightened my dress, and walked off to find Liam’s family. I, Diana Clark, was never one to suffer in silence. The banquet hall was bustling with activity. Even though the groom hadn’t arrived, the guests continued mingling as if nothing was amiss. I scanned the room before dialing his number. “Liam has run away from the wedding. Your family owes me a groom. Find me one!” Across the room, I spotted him—dignified and composed, striding toward me with purpose. “Miss Clark.” “Mr. Hopkins, Liam left to chase after Sharon. I refuse to marry a two-faced man like him. Your family needs to make this right. Find me a new groom, and we’ll call it even.”

“What if I ran away?” A small smile touched his lips, almost sad. “You could try, little kitten.” He walked back to me, cupped my face, this time his touch was gentle as he said, “And fuck this contract, all these rules, if you managed to run away, I promise I’ll set you free. No one will come after you. I'll make it happen." He pulled out a pen from his pocket and said, “Sign it, Nina. Let me get you out of here.”