The Runaway Bride Novel Novels & Stories

He could hide a secret very well. My maids did tell me that Sully looked pretty bad. “Maybe you should go and see her to make sure she is okay,” Ruben said. “Why would I? She needs to be strong if she wants to survive here,” I said. “Yes, it’s bad what happened to her. She got abducted on her wedding day and had to marry an enemy of her family. But that doesn’t mean it’s my duty to look out for her. I can try to make sure she doesn’t die.”

And that would be a disaster. I should turn and face him, but I can't. All I can do is stand there, ashamed, humiliated, and listen to the sound of his footsteps closing in behind me. "You know, I've heard of a runaway bride before, but never a runaway fiancée." I feel the warmth of his body and smell his scent and brace myself for his touch. It never comes. "You have to at least let me start the ceremony before you make your escape, Dora."

Atwood I find it amusing that I didn’t even have to track down my runaway bride. She simply climbed into my car, completely oblivious to the fact that I am the man she was running away from. I admit, I didn’t believe her story about her grandmother. Her story about the wedding gown and the wild dog was laughable, but I kept it to myself. It wouldn’t hurt to take her where she wanted to go just in case she was telling the truth about her sick grandmother, and besides, we could catch her if she tried to make another run for it.

There was no way it was going to happen until his plan would be successful. He decided to give her some time so she would be obedient. "Sir, please open the door. The bride has run away." The next morning, someone kept knocking at the door when he was still sleeping. Nobody ever tried to take him up like that as they knew what they would suffer later for doing so but why today? Getting up he opened the door. "Did you forget your manners or I should—" "The bride has run away…" the servant announced, trembling in fear. Yesterday night, they were happy thinking that finally their cold-blooded boss got married but as they woke up in the morning they found out she left the mansion already.

Especially not Stella. But then, the whispers started as I began to walk down. “She should really change. It’s rude to the bride,” one woman muttered, her lip curling as she leaned toward her friend. “Doesn’t she know it’s not her day?” Around them, heads turned, whispers spreading like wildfire. A few exchanged glances, their expressions filled with judgement. I stopped in my tracks as their words filled my ears. They thought Stella was the bride. Most of these people had been invited by Leo's family, since I had no one on my side, so they didn't know who the bride was.

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.

“Vivian, what are you doing crying like a baby? so your intentions are to paint me evil should it be your husband walks in now you would say I beat you up right? Anyways, that's not happening” Jolting and snapping out of her traumatic experience Vivian got a hold of herself. “What is your mission here in my house?” She asked softly, “I thought you left Jerald already? What are you doing back here? Is it because he is way richer now? And no longer the struggling young man you left then? I know you are here for the money. I can get him to write you a good cheque that will take care of you and your lifestyle. please just leave my marriage alone please”

The hallway light is off, and only the moonlight illuminates us. The cold begins to brush against my skin, but I walk towards him. “That doesn’t mean I plan to leave.” “You have reason to leave me.” “Is that what you want? For me to leave? A runaway bride on her wedding night?” I stop in front of him. I feel his gaze on me. My breasts harden with his masculine closeness and heat. “You are my wife. You would be a runaway wife, more like.” His hand slowly runs down my cheek and tucks a naughty lock behind my ear. I close my eyes to enjoy this I was missing and had no idea.

I warn, crossing my arms. She grins—wild, reckless, mine. “Relax, Mr. Husband. I’ll come back this time.” And then she runs. A breath leaves my chest, half a curse, half a laugh, as I watch her take off across the open field, her laughter ringing out like a damn melody. The embroidered flowers on her gown shimmer under the sun, the fabric billowing behind her like she’s caught between a dream and reality. Mateo and Shalini are already in position, cameras ready, because of course, they are. This isn’t just a moment—it’s her moment. The runaway bride was captured perfectly.

she rolled her eyes again, “ I am running away because I don’t want to get married and it is funny because I have nowhere to go” “Oh, I see. A runaway bride” Jack paused for a while, he was studying the woman in front of him, “you can come with me if you so wish?” “Why!” A skeptical look appeared on her face, “why do you think I will follow you?” “Because you are running away from your wedding and I am the only one who came help you right now because I am on my way to the airport” “So you will take me with you?” “As long as you don’t report me for kidnap or rape” Jack added with a cute smile on his face.