The Getaway Novel Novels & Stories

Nothing more, for now. Signaling to the driver to start the car, the engine came to life. On the ride to the hotel…one thought stayed with him, buried beneath the grief, the hope, and the fear of what he might find. He took his phone out from his breast pocket, dialed a number, and the person on the other end picked up on the first ring. “Cancel the flight.” Theo thundered into the phone. “I’m staying.” He was not leaving Claremont until he understood exactly what had happened to the woman he'd never stopped looking for.

This one, though, was clearly different. “Let me start by saying that you will get all the thrills you have ever hoped for with this.” She grinned. “However, confidentiality is paramount.” “Of course.” In Aria’s line of business, that was given. And I say it was her business because I was not part of her agency. This escort agency was high class and opportunities were plenty, but I made my money as a romance writer. I wrote under a penname. But recently, I had received comments from my editor that the sizzling chemistry between adult leads wasn’t enough.

"Luxury hotel in Midtown. Registered under a fake name. Private flight to Dubai. Departure at six this morning. She believes the chaos at the hospital has bought her enough time to disappear with the money she stole from her father's accounts." I grabbed my jacket. "Send the coordinates to my private security teams. I don't want the police involved. Not yet. I don't want protocols. Trials. Lawyers finding loopholes… I want her to see my face... Before her world ends." "Matt..." Liam's warning stopped me at the doorway. "Be careful. Desperate people are the most dangerous." I looked at my reflection in the dark window. I no longer saw the successful businessman who had been manipulated by che

As she stepped into her car, she received a call from her childhood friend, who revealed a shocking truth: Alexandro had not fallen into a coma due to natural Clara felt her heart racing as she hung up the phone. Don Rio's sudden appearance at the board of directors' meeting had set off alarm bells in her head. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was not right. She had to get to the bottom of this, and fast. Her driver sped through the busy streets, weaving in and out of traffic as she frantically tried to make her way home. She couldn't help but think about how much her life had changed in such a short amount of time. Just a few months ago, she was a sheltered heiress living a car

I tried to reason with my father but his decision was final, I am getting married to Damian Blackwood, why me? So I started plotting, I had to run away, I just had to. I fixed a date when I was going to do it and when the day finally came, I ran. I stayed a motel at the outskirt of town and I laid low for a while until I stumbled upon an auction on my phone; an auction for women to be bought for marriage, I saw this as a great opportunity and immediately I applied. Yes, now you can’t have me anymore, or so I thought.

After I ran away from Bree and Shane, I stopped at the house long enough to change, grab his wallet from the dresser, his keys, and then I headed for his car. Not the flashy red sports car he was fond of reminding me had more purpose than I did, but the silver BMW I knew he wouldn’t miss as quickly as his pride and joy. As soon as I got into the city, I parked his car near the train station and went straight to the bank to withdraw as much money as I could.

I kept looking at the text even when I already read it. "What are you smiling about?" Mom's voice broke me out of my thoughts. I looked up and saw her face turning shade of red. I didn't even noticed I was grinning until she mentioned it. I pursed my lips into a line and shook my head, smiling. I turned around and ignored my mom's voice blooming all over the house. I reached my bedroom, and as soon as I did, I laid flat on the bed. That was one hell of a night. And no doubt that tonight is officially my favorite Three A.M Getaway.

The ringing filled my ear as I shifted my purse higher on my shoulder and glanced through the glass doors toward the corridor where I had left Aina. The call ended without an answer. I couldn’t stand there waiting when Aina needed treatment. I walked to my car and drove toward the one place I had promised myself I would never return to. Blackridge Holdings. Five years ago, I had walked through these doors as Adrian’s wife and an employee of the company. Now, even seeing the building made my grip tighten around the steering wheel. After parking, I stared through the windshield for a moment before forcing myself out of the car. The lobby looked exactly as I remembered it. Employees moved betwe

I slipped through the narrow alley, moving away from the building and blending into the night. A few blocks away, I reached my getaway car—a nondescript sedan that looked like it belonged to any average Joe. I unlocked it, sliding into the driver’s seat and tossing my bag in the back. I didn’t start the engine right away. Instead, I took a moment to calm my racing heart, to let the adrenaline settle. I was good at this—no, I was the best—but every job had its moments where everything could go wrong. Tonight, though, everything had gone right.

You thought that was the end, here's a new beginning of a whole twisted story of "The One That Got Away!!" It all started when a man fell in love with a woman and asked her to marry him after a year or two of being with each other. But that woman found out the truth about that man, that he had a whole wife and kids on the side. Or would she be on the side.