
The Billionaire's Escape Bride
"W..who are you?" She stuttered, taking backward steps towards the door, heart pounding in her chest.
"Well, I can be whoever you want me to be" he drawled, taking little steps till he had her cornered with no way out. "I can be your poison or your antidote. I can be your bane or your comfort. I can even be your nightmare or your dream."
With each word, he traced circles on my skin, sending fire through me.
"So Kitten, who do you want me to be?"
Katarina Richards, a timid second generation finds her world thrown into disarray when she is suddenly informed of her betrothal to the number one business mogul in the state.
She cannot fight for her freedom nor can she accept a man she never met so she decides to be brave for once and runs.
She runs as far as she can hoping for a fresh start and she finds it.
Or so she thinks.
She will soon come to realize that she can never outrun her destiny.
Or should I say, she can never outrun him?
Follow Katarina as she is plunged into a world of lies, betrayal, war, lust, and power.
Will she come out of it all with her dream life or will she be pushed into a nightmare?
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Chapter 6
Katarina
"You were just going to walk away and let him disrespect you?"
Jerome turned to glare at me, his face contoured into a look of disgust.
I felt small under his scrutiny and I almost wanted to run and hide.
"I...I..." I stuttered as I stared up at his familiar face. He stared back at me but nothing that indicated that he knew who I was, was evident in his look.
"Save it, you are pathetic, letting an insolent man disrespect you like that? It's almost disgusting." He spat.
My hands balled into fists as his words sank in.
"Fuck you!" I spat at him, eyes blazing.
Who the hell did he think he was speaking to me like that? He knew nothing about me. I couldn't afford to lose this job. It was my only source of living for now and my ticket to leave the country. Even though he had helped me, he still didn't have the right to talk to me that way.
"Oh, so now you can speak, or were you just enjoying the attention you were getting from that disgusting man." He sneered at me.
My blood boiled in my veins as I glared fire and brimstones at him. The urge to slap him across the face settled heavily in my hands but I thought better of it. This was not the time to lose my temper.
Why was he talking to me like that? Just because he helped me didn't mean he got to look down on me. I never asked for his help, after all.
"How dare you? You have no idea what you are talking about and you don't know me, so fuck you!" I spat again, my voice carrying all of the anger I was supposed to direct at the customer.
With that, I turned on my heels and ran in the other direction, straight into the supply room at the back, my legs shaky as I ran.
As soon as my back hit the door, I slid down the door frame to the floor, and the tears I had managed to keep away slipped down my cheeks.
I felt insulted and belittled. How dare he say that to me?
I understood he probably didn't recognize me because of my short pink pixie cut hair and my extremely dark and gothic makeup but it still hurt to hear that from him.
It wasn't as if I couldn't stand up for myself, it was that I knew what standing up for myself would do.
It would get me instantly fired.
It wasn't the first time the customer had done this neither was it the second. The first time he'd groped me, I had reported it to my Boss and he'd told me to suck it up, that I worked in a restaurant/bar of course I was going to get touched once in a while. He claimed we were the entertainment. Plus he'd only groped me, it wasn't as if he had raped me
At that time, his words had shocked me and I had wanted to quit out of rage on the spot but after I had thought about it, I knew I didn't have much of an option but to stay and suck it up. It had taken me four weeks to get this one, quitting when I didn't have any jobs lined up for me would have been putting a damper on my plans. And I needed to leave the country as soon as possible. I knew it was only a matter of time before my family found me and I didn't want that.
How they hadn't found me in three months was still very much a miracle to me. One that I would like to keep that way till I had enough money to disappear.
But what on earth was Jerome doing here? Was he looking for me?
No, that couldn't be. He wasn't even able to recognize me earlier.
He was probably here on some kind of business. He was rich after all. The kind of man who traveled frequently for business.
He looked so good too. I wondered if he hated my guts for stealing from him. I still didn't have the money to pay him back even if I wanted to.
The sound of voices and footsteps walking in my direction alerted me and I quickly stood up and arranged myself, wiping the tears off my cheeks and making sure I looked okay. It was a relief I was wearing waterproof mascara today otherwise I would have had to redo my makeup.
I opened the door to the supply room and standing in front was both my Boss and manager.
"Lisa, what are you doing here?" My boss asked.
"Just getting some drinks for the bar."
I said with a plastic smile.
"Where are the drinks then?" He probed again, staring down at my hands.
"Was just about to get it." I rushed out to say and picked out a random drink from the shelf, sidestepped both men and practically ran to the bar.
Jerome was long gone by the time I got there and I couldn't help but have mixed feelings about his sudden appearance and disappearance.
"Who was that hot guy that beat up Mr Kingsley for you?"
Ella, one of our bartenders asked.
"I don't know." I lied, handing her the bottle of Jack Daniels I had plucked from the supply room.
"Bummer, he is hot and he tipped well, more than thirty percent of what he got," Ella said, tucking a loose strand of brown hair behind her ears as she collected the bottle and placed it on one of the bar shelves.
"Cool," I said absent-mindedly.
"Anyway, he asked that I shared it with you...*
"Wait, what?" I turned around to look at Ella. "Why?"
"I have no idea, I thought you knew him or something," Ella said, looking at me for confirmation.
"No, no, I don't. I'm as surprised as you are." I lied again. I couldn't afford to have anyone figure out who I was.
"I guess he was being a gentleman, I mean he did beat up that rascal, Mr. Kingsley for you, didn't he?"
"Yeah, a gentleman."
A customer sitting at the edge of the bar called for Ella's attention and she excused herself to go attend to them.
Now, I was confused. Did Jerome remember me or not? And if he didn't why on earth would he leave such a huge tip for me after I had Insulted him?
I shook my head. I was thinking way too much about this. Jerome had been the man that had helped me when I had run away from Kylan, of course, he'd beat up a man for harassing a random girl in a bar and then leave a tip for the said girl after.
I spent the rest of my shift helping Ella in the bar. I didn't want to wait tables after what had happened earlier. I was still too annoyed and emotionally sore to handle customers outside of the bar.
It was around midnight when I finally clocked out of work. I was exhausted and in need of my bed.
"Alright, I'm off," I said to Ella who was still busy balancing her book for the day.
"Wait for me!" She yelled after me.
"I would, but we both know you won't be ready to leave anytime soon," I said as I began to exit the door.
"I promise, it will just take a couple of minutes this time." She pouted.
"Sorry love but I can't wait, I'm too tired and after the day I had, all I want to do is fall on my bed and sleep. Besides, Aaron will walk you, or have you guys fought again?" I asked with a narrowed gaze.
"He started it!"
"Okay, well, you can end it then, bye..." I waved and stepped out of the bar.
As I came out of the bar, the night breeze pulled me into its cold embrace and I pulled my jacket closer to my chest, taking steps to my house.
I was barely a mile away from the bar when I heard footsteps behind me.
At first, I thought nothing of it but when I turned a corner so did whoever was behind me.
I glanced behind me and gasped when I saw a familiar face. It was Mr Kingsley.
"Hello, sweetness." He grinned, his eyes wide like a crazed man.
What the fuck was he doing, following me?
"What the fuck do you want?" I asked, still walking ahead of him.
"I just want to talk, you know finish what we started earlier." The grin on his face made my skin crawl and I could not help but shiver at his words.
"I have no idea what you are talking about, please leave me alone."
I said to him.
"Now, you know that cannot happen." He said in response.
Ignoring him, I turned back around and increased my pace but that didn't deter him instead he increased his pace as well.
I turned to look at him again and my stomach twisted and fell to my legs. They were now two of them and neither of them looked friendly.
This wasn't good. I should have waited for Ella like she wanted me to but no, I just had to fucking walk alone.
"Leave me alone!" I lashed at him, knowing whatever this was, it wasn't going to be good.
I started to run, trying to get to a place that was at least crowded with people but the more I ran, the more they increased their pace. It didn't get far before I felt hands grab me from behind and pin me to the wall. My breath doubled, as I struggled to get out of his hold.
"Now where do you think you are going to darling, you owe me, remember?"
He whispered into my ear.
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8.2
The prophecy didn't save me, it claimed me.
Death was not her ending...... it was her rebirth.
Awakened into a world of gods, bloodlines, and ancient curses, she learns that her second life is bound to a prophecy written long before she existed. Marked by divine blood and hunted by fate, she becomes the one Olympus never wanted to rise again.
As secrets unfold and forbidden bonds form, she must decide whether to obey the destiny forced upon her or defy the gods who control her future. But prophecies always demand a price, and some rebirths are meant to destroy the world that created them.
Because being reborn under a cursed prophecy means there is no escape, only fate.

7.1
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**One night of betrayal. One night of passion. A lifetime of consequences.**
Celine was always the shadow-the reliable twin who worked while her sister, Celeste, basked in the spotlight. But when she finds her boyfriend of five months in her sister's bed, the shadow finally snaps. A reckless night at a dive bar with a hazel-eyed stranger was supposed to be her escape, a way to forget the people who saw her as a spare part.
But the stranger wasn't just a face in the crowd. He was **Idris Al-Miraj**, the billionaire Sheikh and the owner of the very hotel where Celine works.
When her parents attempt to sell her into a sacrificial marriage to save the family's reputation, Celine finds herself hunted by her past and trapped by her future. Idris doesn't just want her back in his bed; he wants to own every brick of the wall she's built around her heart.
Jobless, homeless, and backed into a corner by a family that only needs her when they can use her, Celine prepares to run again. But Idris has other plans. He doesn't want her to run. He doesn't even want her to surrender.
He wants her to fight back.
**"Use me,"** he says.
In a world where power is the only currency, Celine must decide if the man who dismantled her life is her greatest enemy-or the only weapon she has left.

8.3
My husband watched as my skin melted, scalded by boiling soup, yet his hands were busy comforting my attacker. Five years of marriage, built on a foundation of my family's power, crumbled with a single, brutal act of betrayal. He bought me off with a penthouse and a trust fund, but I tore out my IV and threw his charity back in his face.
It was our fifth anniversary, but my husband, Ethan, remained distant, avoiding any talk of Chicago or the mafia protection my family once offered him. He then pushed a black velvet box across the table.
Inside was a Separation and Property Division Agreement, not a diamond. He told me to sign for Ilene's security, offering millions. When I refused, Ilene hurled boiling soup. Ethan shielded her, not me, as the scalding liquid melted my dress.
With second-degree burns, he blamed me, ordering me from our home for Ilene’s comfort. My family saved him, yet he sacrificed my body and marriage for another woman.
The love I felt turned to ash. What kind of debt demanded my flesh and marriage?
I ripped the IV from my arm, hurling his "charity" keys back. My diamond ring placed on the agreement, I walked away. From today on, Ethan, you and I are dead to each other.

9.5
The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern.
I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for.
The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me.
The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world.
So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject.

7.7
I was driving through a rainstorm in upstate New York, pushing my old Volvo to the limit just to pick up a Dior gown for my wife, Catarina. She needed it for a gala tonight, where she planned to spend the evening standing next to the man she actually loved, Atticus Deleon.
The truck hit me head-on, crossing the center line and sending my car rolling down an embankment in a shriek of twisted metal and shattered glass. As the steering column crushed my chest, my brain didn't see a white light; it was pried open by a digital tsunami, flooding my mind with the "Quantum Archive"-billions of data points on surgery, high-frequency trading, and combat.
I woke up in the ICU with three broken ribs and a concussion, but the only thing waiting for me was a screaming voicemail from my wife's assistant.
"Jorden, where the hell are you? Catarina has been waiting for thirty minutes! You are so incompetent it's actually impressive."
There was no "Are you okay?" or "Are you alive?"-only fury over a ruined dress and a missing tie. While I was being resuscitated, my wife was on Instagram, singing "Endless Love" with Atticus and laughing at my "tantrum." She even called the family lawyer to freeze my credit cards, wanting to make sure I couldn't even buy a coffee without her permission.
For three years, I had been the "useful husband," the doormat who apologized whenever she stepped on my toes. But the accident had overwritten my desperation with cold, hard logic, and I realized I had almost died for a woman who viewed me as a liability with a negative return on investment.
When Catarina finally stormed into my hospital room to demand an apology for ruining her night, I didn't look at her with the usual puppy-dog eyes. I looked at her with ice in my veins and handed her a manila envelope I had drafted myself.
"Sign the divorce papers, Ms. Evans. I'm done being your canary."

9.2
Slave to her pack, Delilah Hunt has suffered the worst betrayal from those she considered family. Turning from a Sentinel to a wolfless member of the pack, she has lost all hope. Not until she met General Kane, the executioner.
Kane lost all empathy and developed a stony heart years ago when his birth mother was banished by his father. He never bothered to search for his mate, refusing to love or be loved by anyone. He lived closed off from the rest of the world except a few of his pack members. But an encounter with Delilah Hunt, one of his many prisoners, sets off something in him.
For how long would he be able to resist their bond?