The Runaway Wife Novels & Stories

He hated this feeling like he had lost his prey while being subjective. The housekeeper took the name of a friend of Violet to call Violet's acquaintances and inquire about her, but none of them knew where Violet was. Because Violet is no longer just a lady but also a billionaire's wife, the news that she ran away from home is not allowed to spread and must not be sniffed by journalists. If the hounds found out about his wife's departure, it would cause a lot of trouble for him and his company.

Does running away will remove the pain that we're feeling in our hearts? I don't know. But it's the only way my mind telling me. I, Cianna Marie Alvarez-Del Mundo, a martyr wife of Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo and is now tired of being his martyr wife. "I don't want to be a fool anymore! I don't want to be your wife, to be a martyr anymore, Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo!" I then again shouted before running away from his home.

The Runaway Bride BOOK 1 Intro: Rhea Lockwood was never supposed to escape. Born a mafia Princess in a world daughters are traded like contracts, where obedience was currency and marriage was leverage. Her father Reginald Macini sold her future to a man with money, power, and a history no one spoke about too loudly, not even after his wife died under suspicious circumstances. When Rhea had known the type of fate that awaits a woman like her but when she realizes she just being married but sold to a beast one who kills his own wife with his bare hands she did an unforgivable thing.

Different staffs could be seen moving in their arrays. “I heard about your runaway bride? Is there anything you don’t mess up? I even put stakes on it and you screw this one up too?” Avan retorted. “Yeah, right. Rub it on my face. Besides she didn’t runaway, she was kidnapped. You know, you should have stayed out of the wager and everything about the wedding. Can’t you see you’re bad luck?”

"Would you care though? People always say that men don't like beautiful wives but one who is virtuous and capable." At that instant, Rose recalled a piece of news that she had come across a while ago. It was about a man who married a beautiful woman. The woman followed him faithfully and took care of his family well. But one day, a notorious tyrant had his eye on the woman and defiled her in front of her husband. However, the man did nothing to save his wife because he was afraid that the tyrant would hurt his family. In the end, due to that impactful incident, the woman had a mental breakdown and ended up losing her mind.

It was almost midnight, and I have to wake up early in the morning tomorrow to leave this house after signing the divorce papers. I made up my mind. I’ll sign them, but I’ll take this house back from them. I’ll marry Enzo, steal him from that Candice girl, and take the money he was offering me to pay for this house. I'd be the boss at Enzo’s company, and I would be his fucking wife. I would become their boss, and I'd make their lives a living hell. 'I am making you free from the marriage, but I’ll make your life miserable, I promise.'

“Look, this was her back then. I went to her mother’s funeral. That poor woman walked in on Sloane sleeping with that thug in the house. She had a heart attack and passed away. “Her husband went off to the military. He was sent home due to his wounds, and he thought she had died of an illness. He raised their son on his own while being crippled. And guess what? She was living the good life overseas with that thug. Then, once the son grew up, he came back with her to swindle his father out of the house.” Charlotte’s voice was not loud, but everyone in the hall heard her. The women who were preparing for class exchanged glances.

"I did it with my own abilities. If you were capable, why didn't you do it yourself?" Pauline spoke brazenly in an arrogant voice. "Don't think you've won just by showing off in front of me. Your husband, Jasper, is nothing more than a lost puppy bowing at my feet. Forget him. Even if it were the King, I would do better than you. "Unlike a loser like you, I wouldn't have had a problem keeping my child alive!" As her words fell, a faint sound suddenly came from the screen beside me.

You escaped. And found freedom, she whispered. He tightened his arms around her. And love. Teresa leaned into him. The runaway bride was gone. In her place stood a woman who knew exactly who she was. And where she was going.

“You should have called the police. You can take him to court! You can run away?" “Call the police and say what? My husband is trying to see my daughter and I'm hiding her away from him? Take him to court and say I don't want my husband to see our child? If I run away, I will be tagged a kidnapper.” Tears had gathered in my eyes and I could feel the large lump in my throat. “Why’re you calling him your husband? You said you ran away on the wedding day. You never got married.” I fell on the chair and placed my head in my hands. Maybe I shouldn't even have run away. If I had known that I had already been married to him the day he paid my deadbeat father that money, I wouldn't have bothered to