You Can't Run! My Beautiful Bride.

oured the city throughout the long, turbulent night looking for her, and now, his loyal assist

ve found her," he announced, his voice trembling slightly. "She was h

ing beneath the surface. "Where's Jonathan? That traitor," he hissed,

ed to himself: "This woman, do you think she can challenge me and insu

topped him with an evil laugh and said with eyes burning wi

e is leaving the country. I have book

o get her, I have another plan. I will make

sitting at his foot with a glass of wine in her hand, an evil smile turning towards th

door, ready to carry out any command. Max's voice was dripping with casual arr

man for years, and he knew that when Max wanted a vacation, it was never for rest and relaxation. There were al

every detail about Emilia Cooper. I want to know everything from the day she was bo

n down this road before. Max's obsession with Emilia had reached

t. Make sure it's flawless, Michael. We can't afford any slip-ups." Michael's fingers twitched s

his hatred. "Oh, one more thing. Give me a n

vers down Michael's spine. The stage was set, and the pieces were moving. Emilia'

x's intentions. He simply replied: "Consider it done." As Michael tu

femininity as she whispered next to his lips: "Max, she

the rest of her clothes, kissing her passionat

itedly: "You really

nued hitting the girl's thighs and chest, until he put his fingers insi

s grasp, and now he was determined to play a game of s

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athan's

hit her, was taken to Max's office. Her eyes, once de

fy me, run away from our wedding, from me?" said Max, the embo

ammered, "I...I couldn't go on wi

ger, but as his eyes stared into Amelia's, something else gleamed beneath the surface.

arks in the charged atmosphere. "You're going to regret this, Amelia," M

ly answer: "I will not be a prisoner, Max.

outing: "No, leav

imagine what would happen if Max found her!

ety: "Amelia, what's going

and said while trying to breathe slowly, "It wa

said: "Eat breakfast and we

ixture of fear and determination. She has just said goodbye to her de

ll bag tightly. The distant rumble of the train grew louder, drawing her from her

, lost in their own worlds, oblivious to the turmoil happening inside Amelia. She scanned the signs, her eyes searching for the platform number.

me from Jonathan checking on her. "Are you okay Amelia?" I read. A weak smile spre

e reserved for someone coming, but the train was abo

form. With piercing blue eyes and modest clothing of jeans and a simple T-shirt, this person appeared o

ls, to secure them for the next trip. The newcomer c

xt to her extended his hand with a warm, friendly smile. His blue eyes sparkled

his unexpected arrival, a

anor infectious. She shook his hand with a firm fist

, his eyes shining with playful intrigue. "It looks like you r

nesty. "You could say so," she admitted, her gaze

involved with any man. Her background was that men were all the same, but she felt a sense of dread and fear, perh

plan, but he laughed inside her that she looked very young an