To Catch The Runaway Bride の小説・ストーリー

And that would be a disaster. I should turn and face him, but I can't. All I can do is stand there, ashamed, humiliated, and listen to the sound of his footsteps closing in behind me. "You know, I've heard of a runaway bride before, but never a runaway fiancée." I feel the warmth of his body and smell his scent and brace myself for his touch. It never comes. "You have to at least let me start the ceremony before you make your escape, Dora."

Staring at a ceiling that was not her ceiling while the events of yesterday assembled themselves slowly in her mind like pieces of something broken being laid out one by one. The altar. Charles. The reception. The champagne. Then his voice at the door. So quiet she had been almost completely under by then, hovering at the very edge of sleep. Some things are more real than you know. She sat up. Too fast. The room tilted and she pressed her fingers to her temple and waited for it to steady. Her mouth was dry. Her eyes felt swollen. The wedding dress was creased beyond saving, ivory lace twisted around her like something that refused to let yesterday go.

“And he won’t change his mind?” “He doesn’t change his mind,” my uncle replied. “That’s what makes him reliable.” The word reliable sat wrong in my chest. I should have walked away. I knew that. But my feet wouldn’t move. “There are conditions,” my aunt said. “Of course there are,” my uncle scoffed. “Men like him don’t buy without rules.” Buy. My fingers tightened around the basket. “He wants the marriage registered immediately,” my uncle continued. “No delays. No engagement period. No chance for rumors to start.”

Notifications stacked on notifications, banners climbing over each other until the screen looked crowded. Winnie stirred on the couch, dragging a pillow over her face. “Ugh… why is your phone blowing up like that?” Freeda didn’t answer. Her thumb dragged down. Headline. Her stomach dropped so fast it hurt. BRIDE RETURNS AFTER EMOTIONAL EPISODE, SOURCES CONFIRM Her breath stalled. Another alert slid over it. INSIDER: WEDDING INCIDENT WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING. Another. OWEN FAMILY REPRESENTATIVE ISSUES STATEMENT.

"Babe, thank you for being so understanding. I think we still need to refine some of the wedding details." She went on, "Aiden said we could do a helicopter bouquet drop. It wouldn't just make you look good—it would make us both look good in front of everyone. "Also, he said my custom wedding gown doesn't show off my figure well enough. Since the wedding's been postponed, maybe we should switch to another one?" Olivia babbled on and on over the phone. Her ideas were completely ridiculous, and every other sentence revolved around Aiden. A helicopter bouquet drop? Swapping out a custom wedding gown just like that?

“Cut the fruit. Make it pretty. Last meal should look nice for the bride, right?” I crawled, picked up the knife, hands shaking so bad I sliced my own thumb open. Blood mixed with peach juice on the table. She didn’t say stop. Just watched me bleed while I sliced. When I finished she didn’t even look. Just whispered, “Get out.” I ran. Guards threw stuff, laughed, shouted “Runaway bride!” Someone tripped me. I ate dirt. Got up. Kept running until I hit behind the stables and collapsed. Then the real beating started.

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.

Before I can react, before I can demand what she means, her body melts into smoke, dissolving into the shadows, leaving nothing but the echo of her words. I collapse to my knees, clutching the blank note still tight in my hand. The scent lingers. The word bride echoes in my mind, pounding in rhythm with my frantic heartbeat. I wasn't married to anyone! I was betrothed to Alpha Aldric! How am I a runaway bride?

I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe. Elena’s face flashed through my mind again. The way she looked at me through the glass in that detention room. The moment she realized I wasn’t going to believe her. I had done that. Every bit of it. I pulled out my phone with unsteady fingers and dialed Marco. “Prepare the jet,” I said. My voice was steady again now, but it carried something darker underneath. “We’re going to Switzerland.” A brief pause. Then I added quietly, “I’m bringing my wife home.”

The security ceases the commotion and trying hard to push them off. “Do not look back Charm, you have to look forward.” There are many people waiting outside the church. I and my brother walked with security escorts. I wish I’ll just disappear! Just like a bubble. But…NO! I have to do this! Do not be coward Charm! You have to do this for your brother. What would it be like if I run? Am I going to be like the runaway bride in the news? Joeff Lee Chan’s having a runaway bride at his wedding day? That would be trending if that happens!