Runaway Groomsman Novels & Stories

, Stan said pleadingly. In a split of a second, the car was swiftly moving past a series of cars, ignoring traffic rules and receiving various yells and honks from other cars. “We are here”, the driver announced, while Stan dropped a note in his hands and rushed away as though his life were on the line. *** She was a few steps away from her groom. Her groom, Ethan, stood at the far end of the aisle, opposite the priest, who was patiently waiting to join them in holy matrimony.

“You don’t have to kill me.” “I fucking have to!” the man shouted, his face twisted with fury. “You murdered my family!” “I murdered yours?” I snapped. “They killed my father. My brothers. Do you even know what I saw that day? Your family dealt the first blow!” “Yeah,” he growled, stepping closer, the barrel digging deeper into my temple. “A Pacino bride was about to walk down the aisle. To marry you. A Pacinos. And you stood there, ready to take her hand like you were worthy of it.”

After removing the veil from the bride's head and handing it to my husband, Ethan Stewart, I ignored the strange expressions on his and everyone else's faces. I, Nora Letterman, turned around and walked straight out of the wedding venue. Even after I left the venue, Ethan still didn't come after me. Behind me, there was thunderous applause. He and Mia Jenner were surrounded by the crowd as they walked onto the stage. I knew Ethan had already figured out that everything was Mia's doing. He just chose to let her have her way.

On my wedding day, the car drops me off at the banquet hall's back service entrance. I'm the groom, yet they send me through the trash passage. Sabina York opens my door and orders me around like she always does. "You'll go in through the back, and I'll take Caleb through the front. We can't let our coworkers see us together." Before I can even respond, she drives away with Caleb Yeoman. I'm left standing alone in the filthy water. It's the 99th time she abandons me to keep people from talking. For eight years, we've kept our relationship under wraps. She says dating a coworker will hurt my reputation, so she uses her best friend Caleb as a cover for us at every turn. During company t

It wasn’t like he would know, but I was on the brink of snapping and declaring war on this place for wasting my time. Just then, the doors flew open, and Alpha David's panting Beta stood at the door. He took a moment to catch his breath before he walked up the aisle towards me. He beckoned me aside, his face fallen and I immediately knew something was up. "Amm, I'm afraid the wedding had to be postponed." He finally spoke, briefly looking into my face to gauge my reaction. My brows dipped with fury as a low growl rippled from my chest. "What's the meaning of this!" "I- I'm afraid, your bride has runaway, Sir."

Along the way, he took out his phone and sent me a voice message. "Stop throwing a tantrum, Ellie. Mr. Hammond is about to get married today, so I already know you were lying to me before. If you show up in front of me in ten minutes, I can forget about all the foolish things you've done so far." The moment his voice message was sent, the expensive mahogany doors in front of him slowly opened. Beneath the cascade of spotlights, I stepped forward, holding the edge of my shimmering gown as I slowly walked down the aisle.

After they leave, I sit in the quiet of my bedroom, sipping coffee and trying to process that this is actually happening. By 10 AM, the house has transformed into wedding preparation headquarters. Caterina has arrived with reinforcements. A hairstylist, makeup artist, and what appears to be half a florist shop worth of flowers. Jackson is taking his assistant duties very seriously, running around with a clipboard (where did he get a clipboard?) and making everyone laugh. "Okay, bride," Caterina announces, clapping her hands. "Time to get you gorgeous." "I thought I already was gorgeous," I tease, but my stomach is doing flips.

the housekeeper suggested. She glared at her. "I'll soon sell you off." Christina chuckled. She knew the lady would miss her so much if she tried such a thing. They both left the room to the sitting room to get the groom and his friend seated comfortably waiting for them. Melita studied the young man completely while on the stairs. She felt goose pimples all over her at that moment. Damnit! The groom looked sexy in the suit. This time more handsome than ever. His blue trousers that fitted his body shape and the black shoe he had on matched his appearance.

I claim out loud. I sound insane, but I feel like one! The sun is barely rising. It must be no later than seven in the morning; my mother must be serving coffee and freshly baked bread. She’s going to kill me. I run my hands through my hair, which is messy and full of grass. I hastily take it off as I start walking home. As if by magic, my future husband comes to mind: his cold, steely gaze. Today is my wedding! I drop the delicacy and make my escape, desperate, running to my home to shower and try to go unnoticed. I run through the trees, who seem to judge me. The squirrels see me, furious. The birds sing a melody of prejudice and infidelity.

“Oh, you’re gonna love this.” The headline flashed bold and merciless: “Groom Abandons Bride at the Altar — Runs Out Screaming Another Woman’s Name.” And below it, the snippet: Delilah Weston. Wait…what? I froze, then let out a sharp laugh that turned into a wicked giggle. “You’ve got to be kidding me. He actually ran? Thorne threw his head back, roaring with laughter, almost spilling his champagne. “All because of you, baby. A ghost he thought would haunt him forever. That mother fucker is delusional.”