The Runaway Wife Novels & Stories

“Oh you haven’t heard, there’s a rich man’s wife on the run, her husband is looking for her, no one knows why she ran away from him, people believe he must be a physical abuser, who knows, it could be worse.” “Does this rich man have a name?” “No, he is rich, only a few know his name, I hope he never finds her though,” Cherry added. “What do you think?” Why would anyone run away from wealth? Cherry asked, releasing herself from her husband's embrace as they made to go home. “I would never know cherry, maybe she got bored?” “Yes, that has to be it.” The two women burst laughing. Marcus carried the heavy bag of his and his wife’s belongings and headed to the door with his wife behind him.

"Husband? Is she a married woman?" "That rude pitch?" Abby gave a disgusted look. "Is Mr. Steven that rude? I heard my colleague talking something like that too." "Steven?" Clara's Irish boarned furthermore. "Is Steven her husband?" Her voice rarely left her lips as shocks kept interfering with her thoughts. "I would rather choose the groom that my father picked for me." Abby scoffed and blinked to get the faded vision into a clear one. "What is she talking about?" Clara's mind swaddled with the conflict. She squeezed her senses to connect Abby's and Annie's words, and at last she aghasted with the conclusion, "She is the runaway bride!"

I felt as if my heart was being torn open! "Ryan...we shouldn’t...this isn't right... It’s not fair... It’s not fair for your wife...” the woman said. “She’s just a boring white swan,” he murmured, his voice filled with disdain. “How can she compete with a little devil like you? If it weren’t for her being the eldest daughter of the Wales family, and if I hadn’t needed to take revenge on her father, I never would’ve married her. Come, baby. Let's have another round...”

Alyssa stood up, wiped away her tears, and met his gaze again. Now, only hatred and mockery remained in her eyes. “Elio, you say I’m vicious. What about you? “Five years ago, I ran away from the wedding, and you immediately married Luna instead. Dare you say you didn’t treat her as a substitute? “You two have lived together for five years, yet you never registered the marriage with her. But for one so-called wish of mine, you immediately got the license with me. Is that how deeply you loved her?

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.

Her throat seemed to tighten, monetarily at a loss for words. When Elodie eventually found her voice, she blinked slowly, like she was trying to process it. “How is that even possible? The wedding happened today. We are now bonded together by vows. In case you have forgotten, I am the Luna! How do you expect me to just walk away now?” She let out a forced laugh. I casually shrugged. “Because it’s nothing new. There have been thousands of cases of runaway wives over the century. You won’t be the first one and definitely not the last.” I said almost immediately, not even trying to soften the blow.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

"But my husband holds that woman in high regard. How will I make him listen to me or even trust me if he hates me? To him, I'm nobody, ma'am. I'm just the repugnant sister of his runaway fiancée who came to replace her to avoid a war between families. Egil values that woman so much that he has already lifted the punishment he imposed on her for what happened with Miss Ana, and now she can roam the estate freely as she pleases. Tell me, please, how will I make him turn to look at me? Or even consider me?" "Dear Adelaide, there was a time in my life when I got tired of trying and ran away like a coward, but when I saw you for the first time, those forces I had returned with even greater streng

"I should have known when Scout abandoned all his responsibilities at the company and ran here that he had found you." Her voice dripped with venom, and each word was like a dagger. "I am his wife! Why do you always have to ruin everything for us? "Why is it that you get his favor while I have to tread around to please him? You were just lucky enough to meet him a few years earlier than I did! "You're just a parasite living under someone else's roof. You were discarded once, weren't you? I'm the real winner!" Before I could react, Scout slapped her twice. "We're not married. We never registered, so there's nothing between us."

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