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The Runaway Bride's Redemption

The Runaway Bride's Redemption

Author: Elmielos
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Chapter 1 The prologue

Word Count: 2951    |    Released on: 28/07/2024

Mark. The room was suffused with the comforting aroma of toasted bread and the sharp tang of freshly brewed coffee. They share

for more than this." His eyes, lined with the wisdom of years and toil, locked onto hers

cloak, warm with encouragement yet daunting in its expectations. "I know, Dad. I'm trying," Jan

aking city. Palmer's streets buzzed with life; the clatter of shop signs swinging in the breeze mingled with the banter of passersby. A nearby ca

of urban existence. Jane's gaze swept over the vibrant storefronts, their windows dressed in flamboyant displays-a stark contrast to her

silent witnesses of painted canvases and sculpted forms. Yet today, the path held a tinge of melanchol

join. And as Jane continued her solitary journey towards the gallery, a slow-burning resolve took root within her. Today could be the day-

ouch, as though she were coaxing the light to dance more gracefully upon the artwork's surfaces. She moved from one exhibit to

threaded with awe. "It speaks of loss, of longing so

ent of melancholy that had escorted her steps since dawn. The art around her was alive with emotion, each

him, sealing him inside the sanctum of creation and beauty. Clad in a suit that whispered of wealth and prestige, he should have appeared as a sta

the soft footsteps of distant admirers, time seemed to coil tightly around the moment. Her svelte form, framed by long black

e nearby, her words floating towards Jane, "To be seen

ression with such reverence. He watched her, captivated not just by her ethereal appearance but b

curiosity that betrayed his composed exterior. He stepped closer, cl

to her stance. She faced him, her eyes wide with surprise,

the painting she had been cleaning-a pretext to hear her speak,

as itself. And as she replied, her voice held the same gentle confidence that her hands did while cradling the art, a sh

e the textured surface of the oil painting as if she could feel the artist's emotion radiating from

re captivating, revealing a soul that saw beyond mere color and form. This w

his voice a low timbre in the high-c

tist was separated from his lover during the war. You can see it-the way the shadows clutch at the light, desperate and

k but by Jane's interpretation, by her innate ability to empathize and articulate the human experience. A co

surprised even himself, "I find myself in need of someone with your...

ting a tumult of emotions. The offer was unexpected, a bolt of opportunity striking through the monotony of her dail

the surge of hope that threatened to overwhelm

ners of his mouth, as if the formality between them was already di

ew path unfolding before her-one that promised redemption from her stru

olic mood of their encounter gave way to a quiet exhilaration. In the shared glance between Jane and Brandon, there was th

of her figure. She took a deep breath and stepped through the towering glass doors of Harrington Industries, her heart thrumming like a bird'

om, as if the air itself stood in reverence to her quiet grace. Her presence seemed to cast an ethereal glow against the stark backdrop of corporate

he sight of her, so simple and yet so captivating, stirred something within him-a f

soft melody that played harmoniously with

lips. He gestured towards the workspace set aside for her, where sun

papers like a pianist's over ivory keys. Emails were sent with thoughtful precision, each word carefully chosen to reflect both respect and w

k she completed was done not out of obligation, but with a passion that made even the mundane seem extraor

several hours had passed, "wo

the embodiment of grace under the weight of scrutiny. Brandon

is?" he asked, a challeng

looked up, her eyes alight with understanding. "It appears to be a discrepanc

ed, impressed by her swift comprehension. "Y

rpose. As she returned to her desk, Brandon watched her go, a mixture of admiration and a curious ache se

e melancholic beauty of the life she was leaving behind-and the uncertain splendor of the world she was stepping into. But within the walls of Harrington Industries, b

ering secrets only the wind could understand. They spread out a simple checkered blanket and arranged an array of sandwiches, frui

like the breeze that rustled through the grass

de. "Thank you, Em. It's all so overwhelming, but in the best way possible." She took a

don't come often," Emily encouraged, her

as all just a dream," Jane confessed, her ga

I can't wait to see the masterpiece you create," Emily r

. Isabella Normand stood, a silent sentinel, her green eyes tracking Jane's every interaction with Br

ff the chill of resentment that clutched at her heart. She watched Brandon lean slightly towards Jane as the

wo people in the world," Isabella muttered

the one who had shared knowing smiles across crowded boardrooms. But now, Jane

ving her lips that didn't quite reach her eyes. Her mind began to wea

ment of betrayal. She would ensure that Jane's fairytale ascent was nothing but a fleeting illusion. And as the office doors

navigating not only her new duties but also an undercurrent of hostility that had begun to permeate the workspace. Isabella Normand moved throu

cended from cleaner to secretary? One must wonder what special qualities Mr. Harrington sees in her." The words,

the keyboard in a relentless rhythm, trying to focus on the spreadsheets that demanded her attention. Yet, she couldn't shake the

ainty. She paused at her desk, her reflection in the monitor mirroring the weariness etched into her features. It was then that her phone

ty that caused her heart to skip a beat. "Could you come to my office fir

he stood there, clutching the phone, the weight of anticipation heavy in her c

exited the building, stepping into the cool embrace of the evening, her mind racing with possibilities. Could this meeting

of a new day fraught with revelations. And as Jane walked the familiar path home, the star

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