The Runaway Wife Novels & Stories

Lucas seemed offended that his mom would think that of him. But she chuckled instead, "Right as if you two don't do anything together, so now back to what you've done." She wasn't wrong; they always did everything together no matter what. It was their little habit since childhood, they always were a team and always did mischief together, they were that way. "Well, it all started with the runaway bride." Seb started elucidating everything that had happened, all the plans they made, their scheming, and plotting, then the falling in love, the Harper situation, then Scar's kidnapping, and everything else till now.

The Other Woman, clutching the husband’s arm, looks back sneering. Wife: Hoy! Wala na ngang makain ang mga anak natin, ikaw pa ang may lakas ng loob na mambabae?! Husband: Hindi mo ako naiintindihan! Wag kang mag-eskandalo dito. (Husband and the Kabet leaves. Wife cries on her palms. Addict stumbles in to the left of Maria and Emilio, sweating, clutching his chest.) Addict: (hysterical) Ayoko na! Kahit anong gawin ko, tingin niyo sa’kin adik! Gusto ko lang ng trabaho! Pero walang programa, walang tulong!

At the controlled stillness, the dark eyes that never seemed to miss anything, the mouth that had kissed her back for one reckless second before he pulled away. "Charles." "Mm." "Why are you being kind to me?" He held her gaze. For a moment she thought he might actually answer. Instead he rose to his full height again. "Because you are my wife," he said. The words were even. Final. "That is reason enough." He walked back to the window. Clarissa stayed seated, pulse unsteady, staring at the place where he had been. She stood eventually. "Is that all?" He didn't turn. "For now."

“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”

“How kind of you to join us.” Every gaze sharpened. I felt like an exhibit. The silence stretched, then someone laughed. Someone else spoke. And the room slowly returned to life. But the looks didn’t stop. They were curious, judging and hungry. Everyone knew. They knew that I was the woman who had run, the woman who had disappeared. The woman who ‘died.’ The woman who came back with a child. The Drakov heir. “So that’s her.” A woman whispered to the man next to her.

Hey I don't wanna be part of this brewing argument but I knew It's impossible to avoid it. I began to stutter when Reiner chipped in. "This is your final warning, Sylvester. Avoid my wife. She's mine and only I have the right to do with her as I please. If you've got a problem with that, then I won't hesitate talking to Mariah. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to learn her husband and my newly wedded wife are hitting it off behind her back." Sylvester's eyes clouded and he swore under his breath. "You're pathetic, Reiner. Grow up."

"Snapping..." "In Renegade House you have to abide by the rules of Renegade House, you are to become my wife, and this is what your father wants." Martino lied, or was it a disguised misinterpretation? But the unknown Elena believed it. "If I catch you losing your temper again, not eating will not be such a good time, now go down and eat! Come to the study after eating." Martino loosened his hand, Elena sobbed more than standing landing, turned his head to check the situation behind him, red and swollen, bulging and swollen, hurriedly lifted up his small trousers, while rubbing his buttocks while walking downstairs...

They would undoubtedly scold me, emphasizing that once I realized it wasn't his room, I should have left immediately. Good thing, Leo stepped forward and defended me. "Auntie, don't make baseless accusations against my wife," Leo asserted, his voice carrying a protective tone. I couldn't help but feel deeply moved by his unwavering support. A tense moment hung in the air until Mr. Scott intervened, trying to defuse the situation. "Let's move past this, Mr. King. If you decide not to cancel our contracts, we can continue with the arranged marriage. However, if you do choose to cancel, I'll have to reconsider our agreement," Mr. Scott suggested.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

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.