Novel & Cerita Runaway Husband Stages

“After you and Tristan get married, you will get a divorce right away. Tristan will take care of that. Don’t think that anyone will love you, and be serious about loving you. A worthless and used body like yours will never be loved by anyone. Don’t worry, after you divorce Tristan and we get the money he will pay us, we will have someone to marry you again. Come out; Tristan is downstairs.” I nodded. “I’m just going to put on my shoes.” I made an excuse. She looked at me disgusted before leaving my room. I put on three-inch heels. I took a few deep breaths before going outside. For now, I have to obey everything they tell me. I will find the right time to run away; whether I am married or no

I meant I was a stranger, but why was he acting as if I couldn’t be seen with him? It was already bad that Teal and Crone called that they wouldn’t make it and I was the only familiar face I knew at the wedding. Now the man I would be calling my husband for a while, is running away from me as if it was ‘Stay Away From Laliya’ day. “Can you slow down?” I breathed out as I refused to give up and kept running after him. I might as well agree that he was either deaf or determined to get away from me, because rather than slowing down like I told him, he took faster strides that made me wince.

But the worst part was that Flora would think I was nothing without her, because evidently, my life hadn't improved since she left. If I ran away from this marriage, I wouldn't achieve what I desired. I wouldn't have my revenge. I wouldn't be able to go to Manhattan and make those who wronged me pay for their actions. In summary, it would be chaotic. It would be terrible. I placed a hand over my mouth, pacing the room once more. My heart pounded so fiercely in my chest that it seemed it might burst forth. Oh God, was this a panic attack? "No, it can't be. No!'' I protested, feeling utterly lost as I paced the room.

Then it struck me, an idea so reckless, yet perfect. If my father wanted me married, then I would give him exactly that. Not a real wife, but someone who could play the role long enough for me to prove myself. A contract wife. And that is exactly why I'm here, to tell my father the news: I was getting married. He looked thrilled, relieved even. He had no idea that I hadn't even found the woman yet. Without wasting time, I went to meet with Dr. Luke. Fate, however, had its own plans. Just as I was about to step into his office, a woman bumped into me.

The instability. The scandal. The defiance. Lucian didn’t announce anything. He didn’t need to. His hand on mine said enough. ------------------------------------------ For the first hour, it was subtle. Conversations flowed. Wine poured. Politics wrapped in politeness. But eyes followed us everywhere. Whispers trailed. “She ran from the wedding.” “They broke the engagement.” “Her father won’t allow this.” Let them whisper. I felt it then – the old instinct to disappear. To stand half a step behind.

She grabbed it tightly and blurted out, “Jensen.” The owner of the hand froze, then said in a low voice, “Lynn, it’s me.” Lynn suddenly opened her eyes and shoved Kyle out of the room. Two months later, she accepted an arranged marriage and held a wedding with a wealthy heir. Kyle once again barged in wearing a suit, completely unaware of the consequences. However, her husband was not someone to be trifled with. He had already heard about Kyle’s reputation, so he had security waiting at the entrance. The moment Kyle appeared, they poured fake blood over his head.

She gave her head a shake, "Allegra, it's so much bigger than that. He is the Underboss of La Famiglia. He is so much more than just your husband." The door was open, unlocked as if inviting trouble. Without a second thought, I stormed past her, escaping the suffocating room. Her desperate cries calling my name only fueled my determination as I sprinted away. The sound of her screaming my name only fueled my determination to escape. My heart raced as she chased after me, but it only made me sprint faster. I frantically searched for an exit in this labyrinthine house. Every room seemed to blend together as I continued to run, until finally, I collided with someone in my desperate attempt to f

A smile curved on Stan’s lips and inwardly, he was delighted that there was an end to the wedding. He couldn’t say how long that would last. But he was certain that now is the time to get back his lover. As the chaos continued in the venue, he walked away; silently devising means to earn back the trust of his lover.

"How useless! It's almost three years since you married but you never get pregnant!" her mother-in-law, Valentine Miller, crudely said as she eyed her figure. "Well I guess that's a good thing, you aren't worth it to bear my grandchildren after all. Without children, it will also be easier for my son to divorce you once he got tired of you." The family of Phoebe's husband never liked her, specially her mother-in-law who seems to be wishing for their divorce the moment she married her son.

"Snapping..." "In Renegade House you have to abide by the rules of Renegade House, you are to become my wife, and this is what your father wants." Martino lied, or was it a disguised misinterpretation? But the unknown Elena believed it. "If I catch you losing your temper again, not eating will not be such a good time, now go down and eat! Come to the study after eating." Martino loosened his hand, Elena sobbed more than standing landing, turned his head to check the situation behind him, red and swollen, bulging and swollen, hurriedly lifted up his small trousers, while rubbing his buttocks while walking downstairs...