The Runaway Bride Novel Novels & Stories

“We don’t have time for these old stories, so stop getting me sidetracked.” Nikolai decided not to remind her that it was he who first talked the old stories, not him. “Yes, your bride-to-be is gone,” Beatrice said, her voice tight with anger and maybe a little bit of disappointment. “She ran away— eloped last evening shortly after we all retired for the night.” She frowned and made a sound of outrage. “With her boyfriend apparently who is a lieutenant in the Army! Or should I say a former lieutenant? I should hope he’ll be court-martialed after pulling this stunt.”

Aurora had no idea what Signora had told Ricardo but all Aurora knew was that Ricardo refused to look at her ever since then. Looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled. Finally she was a true bride and not a replacement. She had no idea where Avena was but she inwardly thanked her for running away that faithful day. If it were not for Avena running away, she would never have married the man of her dreams.

"I thought my family wanted Beatrice." "Beatrice," I repeated numbly. "Yes. The snobbish one. The perfect one. The one everyone expected me to marry." He tilted his head. "But apparently, they switched the bride at the last minute. I'm supposed to marry her sister. The one the world barely knows." My heart stopped. "You," I whispered. "You're Diego." He grinned. It was devastating. "And you're my runaway bride." I shook my head. "I'm not marrying you. I'm not marrying anyone. I'm running away. I'm—"

The guests exchanged confused glances. "What's happening? Where's the bride? Is she still getting ready?" "Who knows? But come to think of it, no one's mentioned seeing Ashlee today. Do you think we have a runaway bride on our hands?" Someone blinked in surprise. "Honestly… That doesn't sound impossible." Ruben caught every word of their hushed discussions, and his heart began to pound frantically. Runaway bride? Would Ashlee really leave him at the altar? As countless thoughts raced through his mind and his body gradually stiffened, the giant screen behind him suddenly flickered to life with a crackle.

she said, voice precise, measured. Freeda took it, The headline sprawled across a gossip site, over a glossy photo of Scott stepping from her building the night before: Billionaire Rival Baley Moves In as Rejected Bride Spirals. Winnie, leaning against the filing cabinet, let out a low, vicious laugh. “Spirals again. These people need a new vocabulary.” Kris reached for the page, lips flattening after a quick skim. “They made him look like a savior. You look like a mess.”

"Husband? You're married? Jessica, stop playing hard to get just to get my attention. I'll give you the fairytale wedding you always dreamed of, and with the wedding dress you wanted. "This time, the wedding will be even grander than three years ago! Now that I'm the general manager of the company's branch, money is not a problem! "Mr. Holden is hosting a business banquet tomorrow evening. I'll bring you along and introduce you as my fiancee." He held out the check again. "Take this and buy yourself a decent evening gown. Don't embarrass me!" I smiled and pushed the check back to him. "Thanks, but I don't need it."

The mansion loomed ahead like a sleeping beast—gargantuan, ornate, and bathed in red emergency lights. She didn’t slow. The Throne of Ashes Inside, the halls were deserted—eerily quiet. Claire crept through the corridor, weapon raised, ears alert to every creak and breath. At the end of the hallway, she found him. Gavin Calderon stood at the center of a grand study, flanked by armed guards, the flames from the marble fireplace flickering behind him like hell’s breath. He turned slowly, his smile venomous. “Well,” he drawled, “the runaway bride returns. Come to finish what your husband failed to start?”

Isabella isn't in the room and I glance around, wondering where she has gone when I hear the shower running. She must be in the bathroom. I was thinking she had gone somewhere else in embarrassment of what she had done to humiliate me but it's ok. I understand that she is only trying to help. I am thinking of going out to give her enough time to come out and get dressed when my gaze falls on the book on the sectional sofa. It looks like a novel so I pick it up. The title is MAIL-ORDER BRIDE and it looks like a romantic novel from the 20th century. I can figure it out from the cover of the book which has a bride and a man in a frock.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

" Why are you even marrying her if your mood gets spoiled just by thinking of her? " " Because of her family connections, of course. She is the elder daughter of a Wales family. I want to get married to her because of her connection and the share she will get in her dad's empire. She will be my boring wife and you will be my love, who will enjoy the perks of being with me. " He said while making wild love to her. I could not keep standing there hearing all that and I turned and rushed out. I opened the door of my car, got into it, and was about to start it when I realized that why should I run away and throw this golden chance to call off the wedding?