To Catch The Runaway Bride Novels & Stories

I mean he bought a whole Island and a yacht. We had a spa session then in the evening, we hosted a bonfire wine party. We had to invite more girls to the island paying for their flights as well. It was fun spending money I didn't raise a hand to work for, Asphalt is such a blessing to me. “Congratulations, Janet, your husband is so loving. He must really want you to be the best bride of the year," one of the guests praised while I smiled at them. “So when is the wedding?," Another woman asked to join the circle.

Charlotte clicked it and looked through the post. The post of that "acquaintance" said: "Guys, remember the poorest bride that shocked the country more than a month ago? It was Ms. Bernard whose fiancé escaped the wedding and who got into a car accident later. I have a friend who's close to them. And I just found something even more outrageous today. It's said that today is the third anniversary of the day Ms. Bernard and her runaway groom were together. They also planned to get their marriage certificate today after their honeymoon. But you know what? My friend went shopping for bags today and saw the runaway groom choosing a ring for his true love! Ridiculous! I thought Ms. Bernard was mis

I close my eyes and pretend I’m asleep. I hear Alvar’s footsteps approach and stop in front of me. It’s strange how he hasn’t said a word today. I feel him take the remote. “Drip.” The TV is on. I hear it play: [(intense music playing) “Coming up next for you on the prime time show:” (rhythmic drum beat) “Alpha’s Runaway Bride!!!”] “Alpha’s Runaway Bride?” I hear Alvar ask through gritted teeth.

He arched an eyebrow and inquired, "What's up, G? You two know each other?" Tony smirked and added, "The poor woman looked like she had seen a ghost. I'm a hundred per cent sure you know each other." Graham shoved his hands into his pockets to stop himself from taking out a cigarette to smoke his stress away. His jaw clenched as he replied through gritted teeth, "Yeah... she's my runaway bride."

They were all on their phones. The news was spreading faster than a wildfire. RUNAWAY BRIDE: AURORA VALE FLEES WEDDING TO BILLIONAIRE LIAM CROSS. VALE HEIRESS LEFT AT THE ALTAR? #RunawayBride #CrossValeCollapse The story was already a global phenomenon. Liam stood in the center of the chaos, the eye of the storm. His empire, his merger, his entire life was imploding in real-time. His phone rang. It was the New York Times.

The man leans into me I can feel his breath against my ear “ do we have a runaway bride on our hands“? I sense intrigue on his tongue, I don’t deviate, instead I turn to where his breath stands, lean into his face, so we’re nearly nose to nose and whisper seductively to match his unorthodox attitude “ a runaway bride would need an escort. I seem to be short of those, besides, it would have to be in a style that would attract enough attention that will keep this town talking for a century. So unless you plan on being an accomplice and giving me a match I suggest we finish this cigar in silence. You are crashing my garden party after all sir”.

"Husband? You're married? Jessica, stop playing hard to get just to get my attention. I'll give you the fairytale wedding you always dreamed of, and with the wedding dress you wanted. "This time, the wedding will be even grander than three years ago! Now that I'm the general manager of the company's branch, money is not a problem! "Mr. Holden is hosting a business banquet tomorrow evening. I'll bring you along and introduce you as my fiancee." He held out the check again. "Take this and buy yourself a decent evening gown. Don't embarrass me!" I smiled and pushed the check back to him. "Thanks, but I don't need it."

After just a second, I realized something else. It was my chance to be free. Perhaps fate was giving me a chance at a new life. I began running. I ran for a while until someone caught me by the waist and put something against my nose. And everything went black. When I woke up, I was in ballroom filled with strangers. Someone was holding me straight. Even then I had no idea it was my marriage. But not to Rezef Thorn. But to Damien Silverclaw, the heir of House Silverclaw, the sworn enemy of House Star.

The mansion loomed ahead like a sleeping beast—gargantuan, ornate, and bathed in red emergency lights. She didn’t slow. The Throne of Ashes Inside, the halls were deserted—eerily quiet. Claire crept through the corridor, weapon raised, ears alert to every creak and breath. At the end of the hallway, she found him. Gavin Calderon stood at the center of a grand study, flanked by armed guards, the flames from the marble fireplace flickering behind him like hell’s breath. He turned slowly, his smile venomous. “Well,” he drawled, “the runaway bride returns. Come to finish what your husband failed to start?”

We walked down the aisle at a normal pace so no one would know that the bride had probably taken off. We made it into the hallway where Dante was waiting. “Where is she?” I blurted. “I spoke to her a bit ago,” Dante said. “She seemed upset. I calmed her down. I think she just needs⁠—” “It’s locked.” Theo moved ahead and tried the door. “Scarlett?” No response. Theo turned to me and raised his arms. “We’ve got a runaway bride.” “Fuck.” Dante genuinely looked surprised, so I knew this wasn’t part of his plan. “I would call her, but…” He reached into his pocket. “She asked me to hold her phone.”