Running Away And Getting Married Novels & Stories

"You keep telling me this, and I've thought about it, and I've always given you an answer." She nodded. Her face contorted. "Yeah, I know what your answer always is." She looked a bit annoyed by me. I just shook my head. "You know you like taking things lightly. Yeah, he was with his mother like you always say, but it didn't give him the restriction to not see his father at least once. And now, out of the blue, he woke up one morning, comes out from his shed all grown up, call his dad, and said 'hey dad, I've been thinking, I would love to marry that goddaughter of yours cause she's pretty. Because of her, I can come back home...."

“That bastard forced her into this stupid marriage." I shook her head. “You guys got it all wrong. Reiner isn't as bad and you paint him to be." Dad shot me a glance while Mom studied me intently. “Look.” I sighed. “I signed the contract out of my own free will. I married him because I wanted to. I knew it wasn't the right thing to do because I was engaged to Jerry. For a guy like Reiner to propose marriage to me, I knew it’s for the wrong reasons.”

If only he knows that I never put my life on hold because of this damn marriage. I always sneak out of the house when he is not around, claiming to be at ridiculous places with Vinnie or my mom, acting like a freaking boring housewife. But I try to get home before he does, and if I’m going to stay out clubbing late in the night, I’ll beg mom to cover up for me. And she always falls for my pleadings because she doesn’t want my perfect marriage to end. I’m so glad he decided to call it off, it’s freedom for me! Freedom at last!

I wiped away my tears and dragged myself back to my room. They had hurt me and it was enough now. I wasn't going to remain their puppet. It would be better to live in the wild than stay under a roof and live with fear. I was going to escape and this time, I would make sure that Willow never found me. It would be hard to leave Aunt Emily and Alpha Andrew, but I had to do this for my baby. And this time, I would be very careful. The mating ceremony was only a few days away, I had only a few days to plan a proper escape.

When I tried to get into the car, she tried to open the door on the passenger's side. I snapped, "Stop. Could you just get off my back?" I had raised my voice a little. Jeannie froze with shock, though I saw her shoulders shaking. Seeing her like this annoyed me even more. "I know you're after my family's funds. Don't worry, the investment is still a going concern even if we don't marry. Happy now? If you are, go away." When she did not respond, I stepped on the gas and sped off. Those inside the private lounge of the bar, both familiar and unfamiliar, were discussing my running away from the wedding.

Deliberate. He already knew. “Come in.” Yvonne walked in like she owned the room. She always walked like that, like every space she entered had been waiting specifically for her. She was still dressed from whatever event she had attended tonight, a deep red dress, her dark hair perfect, her eyes sharp and bright with something that had been building for five days and had clearly reached its limit. She closed the door behind her. “I saw the news,” she said. Charles said nothing. “You got married today Charles.” Her voice was controlled but underneath it something was pulling tight. “You ended things with me five days ago and today you got married.”

It reflected in her hollow eyes, as if something inside them was finally waking up. Slowly, Nevaeh turned to look at me. For the first time in what felt like forever, her lips curved into a gentle smile. "Chester, thank you. For everything." In that moment, I thought I had pulled her out of the darkness. I thought I had found the love of my life again. We later got married, just like everyone expected. We had a son and a daughter, both bright and full of life. However, when they turned ten, everything fell apart.

And now, when my child and I were facing a life-or-death situation, he was holding another woman in his arms, telling me I was overreacting. He said I was his only wife, yet he refused to give me even a legal marriage certificate. He said I was the only one in his heart, yet when I needed him most, he chose to take care of another woman. He said he would give me everything, yet he let me become a joke, an unwed mother whose child had no legal standing. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. Enough. It was truly enough. I steadied myself and walked to the bedroom. I pulled out the forged miscarriage certificate I had prepared long ago and left it on the table.

I was perfectly happy being alone in this enormous chateau with nothing but my terrible life choices to keep me company. So when I told Frank about everyone being gone, he immediately suggested we seize the opportunity and get married. "It's perfect," he'd said excitedly over the phone. "We can get married while everyone's away, and then when your parents return, you can spend time with them. After they go back home, we'll leave together and start our married life somewhere else. Far away from your family where they can't interfere." After thinking about it for longer than I probably should have, I agreed.

"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.