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he retorted, crossing his arms. "Excuse me? I'm still to blame?" I heard him curse under his breath, jaw clenched as he swallowed visibly. When I looked up at him, I was taken aback, particularly when he took a step closer. "You're the reason why I'm late, Miss Runaway Bride," he whispered. I swallowed hard. What did he just say? My cheeks flushed. "You rudely stopped in the middle of the road! And by the way, I'm not a runaway bride!"

Wanted to ask him why he did that. Why did he betray me?? Why did he leave me before our wedding?? I was so mad at him. But before he could do anything rain started heavily. And I was released from the cage all of a sudden and before I could do anything or react he got up. He went away. I immediately got up and tried to run after him but he didn't stop. I was soaking in rainwater and was looking around. But there wasn't anything in the dark. There wasn't any trace of him. No one.

Carissa turned towards his direction for another time and for the next seconds, their eyes got locked in each other’s. She could see how pitiful he looked. It was clear that he had not come for the wedding, because of how disheveled he looked. He had come for her because he still loved her. She returned her gaze back to the priest and Ethan, who waited patiently for the completion of her vows. “No, I would rather not do this!” She said in finality as she suddenly closed her eyes and fell to the ground. Everywhere erupted into chaos as people tried to ascertain what could have happened to their bride.

Leonardo tried to get it through his parents head but they were adamant that Avena was the perfect bride for him. “Just meet her and get to know her first” his mother stood next to him, holding Leonardo by his arm and looking into his eyes as her own eyes watered. Leonardo rolled his eyes as he realized that once more his mother was about to start crying. He was well aware of her tactics to getting his sympathy. “By the time I get to know her, we will be married and it will be too late mother” he removed himself from his mother’s hold and walked towards the window. Out there, he could see the farmers gathering the grapes needed for the crushing for the wines.

Releasing her grip on him, she settled into the seat next to him. Seeing the dirt she left on the man's sleeves, she blushed. "I'm so sorry for dirtying your shirt. I didn't mean to do it." "We're arriving at Bryxton soon. Are you sure you don't want to tell me your story?" Hesitating for a moment, Amelia bit her lip. She said with great difficulty, "My uncle owes some debts from gambling. He wants to marry me off to an old man in the village. "Then, he’ll use the wedding gifts to pay back the debt. I refused, so I escaped."

I tried hard to act invisible, with my focus only on the lecture hall but it didn’t prevent my heart from beating wildly like I was about to get a heart attack. “I wonder how she worked her way up there…” I heard from a group of girls I passed and my heart pricked but I struggled to ignore whatever meaning they were trying to deduct. “This is 2023. The passionate fairy tale of a billionaire falling for a poor girl doesn't come true anymore. I can bet it that she’s offered something to get there, must be some golden pussy,”

Mia asks and Carl smirks “Our Son is in his room” Carl says placing emphasis on the ‘Our’, Mia rolls her eyes at this “Now…Pack your stuff and let me take you to our room” Carl says and mIa brows furrowed confusingly “What do you mean by Our Room?” Mia asks “You don't seriously think we're gonna be in different rooms right” “I wanna be Up close to you…My Runaway Bride” ***** Melinda enters Lucas Room and Drops the file on his table, Lucas didn't even raise his head at any point to look at her

The world around us seemed to fade away until there was nothing left but the two of us, standing together in the river, surrounded by the beauty of the day. After a while, we waded back to the riverbank, the cool water trailing off our legs as we walked. I was a bit tired, so I slowed down, and when he asked me what happened, I shook my head and said, " Nothing, just a bit tired." He picked me up in his arms and got me back to where my whole family was. " Hey, leave me, what would they all think? " " I am carrying my would-be bride in a bridal style. They will think that we are madly in love and engaged to be married soon. " He said and kept going back to my family.

"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’m sure she’s here. You know how either the bride or groom has to make a big entrance on their wedding day.” “Oh?” his wife Jessica inquired. “Yes,” Charles confirmed. “I’ll never forget you arriving to our wedding in a horse drawn carriage.” Jessica grinned wide. “That was lovely,” Yvonne, Calvin’s wife, commented. “Calvin, not only were you late to our wedding, but you made a big entrance at the church with your bachelor party hookers in toe.” Calvin grimaced. “Don’t remind me and you know that wasn’t my fault.” He eyed his cousin.