The Runaway Bride Novel Novels & Stories

They were all on their phones. The news was spreading faster than a wildfire. RUNAWAY BRIDE: AURORA VALE FLEES WEDDING TO BILLIONAIRE LIAM CROSS. VALE HEIRESS LEFT AT THE ALTAR? #RunawayBride #CrossValeCollapse The story was already a global phenomenon. Liam stood in the center of the chaos, the eye of the storm. His empire, his merger, his entire life was imploding in real-time. His phone rang. It was the New York Times.

Out of hell. Relief flooded every part of me. A rebirth. Tears rolled down my face. Five years of marriage. Five years of silence and submission, of playing servant to people who never saw me as one of their own. And now, I was finally out. There is no honor in suffering for a man, no glory in swallowing pain just to keep a marriage intact. There were no taxis in the villa district. I dragged my suitcase for what felt like miles down the long road. Eventually, a car came toward me. I raised my hand.

And we learned. I’d spent my whole life running from that truth. From them. From me. I escaped when I was nineteen, stole money from a drawer no one thought I had the guts to open, and slipped onto a cargo boat headed for anywhere that wasn’t there. I made it to this city with nothing but a forged ID, a bruised heart, and a name I had to kill. I became Rosa Amato. A girl with no history, no ties, just a future she had to build from scratch.

Just a few more kilometres, and I will be safe from my pursuers, from the wolves of Pine Paw who are just a stone’s throw away from me. I can hear the sounds of both wolves and humans now chasing me, realizing that some have shifted, probably to make it easier to try to persuade me to come back. Hell has a better chance of freezing over than me going back to Pine Paw. “Don’t hurt her. She is carrying my pup.” Sam calls out to the wolves behind him. He knows I am pregnant. Most of my old pack knows; I guess Alex never had a chance to dispose of the pregnancy test. But no one understands why I would run away from Pine Paw, run away from being a Breeder. I left everything behind to protect my p

“Oh, that’s the best part.” My chest tightened. “They say he gets bored easily,” she continued. “And when he does, he takes it out on his wives.” Wives. Plural. “Broken bones,” she said casually. “Bruises that don’t heal. Locked rooms. Screaming that no one comes to help with.” I felt sick. “One girl ran,” she added. “They found her weeks later. Quiet. Very quiet.” I shook my head. “Stop,” I whispered. She laughed softly. “Why? You should know what you’re marrying into.”

I was swung around in a hug and given ten minutes to be kissed by him. He whispered, "We're going to meet tomorrow," in a grim look. “Tomorrow,” I whispered back. Yet, as expected, the situation was not perfect. By morning, the world was already in flames. The headlines hit first. “Billionaire Damian Cole Engaged? Who's the Mystery Woman?”. Does the term "Runaway Bride" refer to a career con artist? Or not? Damian's fiancee' story is brought to light. Photos of me. Of Dylan. Of my past.

Her legs were bleeding, her ribs ached and her heart felt like it might burst but she didn’t stop. Just that morning, she had stood in front of a mirror dressed in white silk, perfect makeup, a beautiful bride, a dutiful daughter, a sacrifice. She stood in a church, surrounded by flowers, lights, and smiles that didn’t reach her eyes. Now? A runaway. “You’re doing this,” she whispered aloud, pushing through dripping leaves. Now, she was nothing but a runaway bride. “Camela!” another voice called. Closer, familiar. She froze. That voice. Vincent Castellano

: "What do you mean we got married?" I asked him, my voice raising a bit. "I don't like repeating myself. All I know is that we are in this mess because of you," he glared at me as he clenched his jaw. "Look, Mister, I don't know what you are talking about, but all I know is that I came here to audition as a runaway bride, so stop with this nonsense." Oh no, how could I be so stupid and dumb? All those preparations, the guests... I should have known it was a real wedding. How did I get myself in such a mess, and how am I going to get out of this mess?

, Carissa said and chucked nervously, lowering her eyes to the floor to hide the tears that welled up in them. “Oh my dear!” Mrs. Williams chimed in and placed her hands on Carissa’s forehead; in a bid to check her temperature. “The guests are waiting already. Do you think you would be better in the next ten minutes?” Her mother asked while she nodded her head in affirmation. “The bride would be out in the next ten minutes”, Mrs. Williams informed the man who stood by the door to open it up for the bride. Retracing their steps back, they made their way to the room they had come out from.

We will see the priest when we have caught my runaway bride. “What the fuck do you mean?’ ‘My bride has gotten cold feet you fucker. She escaped in a bloody wedding dress, and we need to find her before she brings all the attention to herself and fuck us all up.’ Viper screamed into the phone, and my blood sizzled hot inside my veins. Pride swelled inside my chest, longing stretching my soul from every corner. A smirk curled on my lips before I rolled my stiff neck on my shoulders. A frce of energy pumped into my stream, and I fucking lit up like christmas lights.