Snorby

" The Girl Who Ran from The Altar "
-I got betrayed from My Boyfriend-
By Anonymous

At just 20 years old, she thought she had it all—love, trust, and a future with the man she had adored for three years. Their wedding was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. But everything shattered when she accidentally overheard a heart-wrenching conversation—her fiancé had sold her for one million dollars to another man. The man she loved was nothing but a traitor.

Dressed in her bridal attire, her heart in pieces, she ran.

She fled the altar, leaving behind gasps, shouts, and chaos. Everyone chased her—family, guests, strangers—but she didn't stop. Her feet carried her far away, into the unknown, into a dense and shadowy place where even the noise of the world could not follow.

There, in the heart of the darkness, she collapsed—alone and broken. Her sobs echoed in the silence of the night. And then… she wasn’t alone anymore.

A mysterious man emerged from the shadows—tall, unreadable, with eyes that held secrets of their own. He didn’t ask her why she ran. He didn’t offer sympathy. Instead, he simply said:

"You weren’t meant to marry him. You were meant to find me."

From that moment, her life takes a turn more terrifying, more magical, and more powerful than she ever imagined.

Was he her savior? Or a danger far greater than the man she left behind?

The Girl who ran from The Altar

Luca stepped closer, his eyes still locked on her, glowing with admiration and something deeper—something primal.

"So," he said, voice low, soft, and teasing, "where's my birthday present?"

Janet looked away, cheeks burning red. Her fingers nervously curled around the edge of her dress.

"I… I don't know if you'll like it," she whispered.

He stepped even closer, towering in front of her now. "Try me."

She looked up into his eyes, gathering the courage she had never thought she'd need. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "I… I like you, Luca. I really do. And I'm grateful for everything you've done for me… all this time. Even when I was broken… you stayed."

His heart felt like it stopped. For a moment, all he could do was look at her, stunned, awestruck, his mind catching up with the words she had just spoken.

And then… he couldn't hold back.

With a sudden pull, he brought her into his arms, crushing his lips onto hers.

It was deep, hungry, and full of all the emotions he had been holding in.

His hands gripped her waist, fingers tightening around the soft skin of her exposed hip through the high slit of her dress. Her hands tangled into his hair, pulling him closer. His lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, leaving trails of kisses there.

She gasped softly, and he lifted her effortlessly into his arms, one arm under her thighs, the other across her back. Her bare thigh brushed against his arm, her breath warm on his cheek.

He looked at her—his eyes fierce, but his voice gentle.

And he carried her toward the stairs, never breaking eye contact, the night stretching before them, heavy with anticipation.

He pushed open the door to his room.

And it closed behind them with a soft click.

[S1] Chapter 59- The Present