Runaway Groomsman Novels & Stories

He grinned at me. I shook my head in amusement. “How’s he?” Mad asked in a whisper. “He lost everything, including his bride. I feel guilty.” Before he could reply, the coordinator called the groom. “Then you, Mr. Shanewood. During the ceremony, just follow the tempo of the choir. Right now, you can walk faster. It’s fine.” I smiled. “Off you go, groom.” He chuckled. “See you later, Duchess.”

Beside the photo was a scanned document—a formal Blackwood family agreement stamped with the word DISOWNED, alleging that Asher had embezzled millions from his father's accounts before being cast out. The article painted his sudden appearance at Serena’s wedding not as an act of rescue, but as a calculated, predatory move by a disgraced outcast trying to claw his way back into high society through Vale Maison. Serena looked up instantly. Asher was staring down at his own screen. His face was completely blank, but the knuckles of his hand were stark white as he gripped the edge of the table.

Maggie chuckled with him. “Son…you’s best shush up!” Maggie warned form the other side of the aisle. Jet lowered his head to hide his smirk. A groomsman jumped up on Cole’s horse and maneuvered it in to fit along the end to end horse procession. The entire line moved as cowboys tightened their reins and the horses pranced side to side to make room. Wade hot footed the rest of the way, stepped in next to his father, and faced the preacher. “Okay, now we can get on with this!” Mable grumbled.

After Poppy Steele, the heiress of the Steele family, loses her sight, my brother, Trevor Nott, breaks off their engagement and moves abroad. Left with no other choice, my parents ask me—their adopted son—to replace Trevor as a form of compensation. I take meticulous care of her for five years until she regains her sight. Just as she is about to marry me, Trevor appears at the wedding holding a bouquet of flowers, gets down on one knee, and confesses his love to her. The usually aloof Poppy bursts into tears. She throws away her wedding ring and runs to him, asking why he has only shown up now. I instantly become the laughingstock. I don't make a fuss, though. I change out of my suit a

“Stop standing there and get started. The bride and groom will enter together. Keep it simple and quick!” “His name is Sigmund Hopkins. Don’t forget it!” I added. The officiant looked stunned, glancing between us before nodding hesitantly. Everything felt like a blur until the ceremony was over. The Hopkins family’s expressions ranged from shock to confusion, clearly struggling to process why the groom had suddenly changed. My parents, sitting among the guests, were equally baffled. Still, they didn’t seem opposed to the unexpected swap. Once the guests were gone, Liam’s mother, Jasmine Gordon’s face turned dark. “Diana, this was unbelievably reckless. Do you know what kind of scandal this c

I drank myself sick at endless business dinners and networking events, and in the end, I helped him secure a comfortable position as CEO. However, once his career stabilized, he suddenly claimed he needed to "test my sincerity". He said he would only agree to marry me if I passed all 52 premarital tests Chelsea had set up. So, under the excuse of testing me, Chelsea made me collect 9,999 handwritten blessings from strangers. When I arrived at the office, she would deliberately dump ice water over my head. She even put laxatives in my drink, so I ended up having explosive diarrhea during business meetings and humiliating myself in public.

White roses and ribbons untouched. But on the ground, crushed petals were scattered like debris after rain. Staff carried speakers out. Servers pushed empty carts, moving fast. I opened the door. There were no cheers, no congratulations—only low whispers drifting like dust. “…It’s over.” “That fast?” “The groom isn’t Henry Jones.” “It’s the one from the White family.”

Madison screeched with an angry scoff before grabbing the microphone to make an announcement. "I'm sorry for the scene, everyone, but I hereby declare that I'm switching grooms. I'll be marrying the best man instead. Not only is he handsome, but he has an incredible figure as well. He's a thousand times better than this pig, Greg Jefferson! "I call upon all of you to act as my witness. From this moment onward, my relationship with Greg is over. Even if he comes begging like a dog for me to take him back, I won't change my mind!"

Without hesitation, I hopped into his car. I need her now. I'm thankful for having her. "Sorry if I'm late for your wedding. But I'm thankful because I wouldn't gain anything if I were on time since you're apparently a runaway bride. Haha, my tardiness still worked out perfectly because I saw you running like a fool in a wedding gown. Haha. You still look beautiful even as a runaway bride," he rambled on, thoroughly amused by my actions. I responded with a grateful smile.

Luca kept holding the Owner's hand and ran at full speed. Olwen held the skirt with one hand, the other hand was locked by Luca. Olwen had to work hard to keep pace with the leader. The high heels underfoot made it more difficult for Olwen to run. Not to mention behind them, are four bodyguards that Mr. Kent - Olwen's father ordered to chase them both. By all means, they must bring Olwen back. According to natural inertia. Olwen kept turning her head to look behind her to check. The two ran quite far from the wedding venue. For a moment, the people in black vests were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they were slowed down in the back, due to an obstacle. Maybe someone has helped the couple escape