His Hidden Luna Queen

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

Temple Madison

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

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Running I kept on running endlessly away from the force that had been chasing me.

I can't figure out what it is but it is scary

All I can see is its blue eyes coming towards me and-

snap I wake up covered in sweat breathing heavily

Seeing its 6:50am I get up and take a shower..

I wear my leggins with a purple tank top and a button up plaid shirt leaving the buttons undone

I comb my blonde hair letting it flow on my back then grabbing my back pack and going down to the kitchen to grab breakfast.

Did I tell you about myself no? Well my name is Scarlet Reyes I live with my Mom in a little town Baja California.

My Dad or sperm donor as i call him left my Mom aftter a one night stand and now its only me and her against this world.

I am only fifteen and in my tenth grade.

"Morning mother" I said hugging my mom from behind while she was busy preparing breakfast for us before she leaves for work.

"Morning my angel how was your night." She Kiss my forehead and continued with preparing breakfast. While I sat on one of the stools surrounding the island.

"My night was good." I lied I didn't want her to worry about me she had enough on her plate to add worrying about my stupid weird dreams

After she was done she placed a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon with a glass of juice.

"Thanks" I muttered

Today is the first time in years well not literally years maybe days since I had such nice breakfast.

I always wake up late and end up grabbing a granula bar eating it on my way to school.

Today I was thirty minutes early just enough time for a good breakfast.

After I was done with breakfast I quickly said good bye to my Mom and was on my way to School.

Oak Tree High. A school which was divided into two groups the popular and the nobodys also called the invisible.

I was one of the invisible though I had two friends

Skylar Nevaro and Jenna Harries.

Entering the school hall way while ignoring the stares I got from the populars I went straight to my locker grabbing my books and going over to first period chemistry.

Mr Blanco was explaining something about isomers and before I could catch what it was I found my self dozing off and soon falling asleep.

I am sure Mr Blanco didn't even notice since I sit at the way back of the class with my two best friends who I share this class with.

I see those familiar blue eyes again.

"Please dont hurt me" I whimper but the figure keeps coming closer and closer until.

"Wake up scar." I felt someone shake me.

I opened my eyes to see sky looking at me with those hazel eyes of hers.

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