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

The door to Luca's room slammed shut behind them.

Janet's breath caught in her throat as Luca turned to her, his expression unreadable—intense, fierce, hungry. The quiet tension between them suddenly grew louder than words, louder than the soft hum of night outside.

Without saying a word, Luca stepped toward her, his eyes locked on hers. She didn't step back.

In a swift motion, he scooped her into his arms and threw her gently but firmly onto the bed. The soft bounce of the mattress beneath her startled her—and excited her.

He stood there for a moment, towering, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time, his eyes never leaving hers. His chest was marked with bruises and faint scars—reminders of what he had fought through to protect her. And still, he stood proud. Strong. And undeniably irresistible.

Janet's chest rose and fell with each breath, her heartbeat thundering in her ears.

He leaned over the bed, one knee resting between hers, and whispered lowly, "I've waited too long to have you like this."

His hand slowly trailed up her thigh, brushing the slit of her elegant black dress. With a sharp yet sensual tug, he pulled her up toward him and brought his lips to hers—crushing, claiming, tasting. There was no gentleness now, only fire.

His fingers moved with precision, pulling at the fabric of her dress, peeling it down inch by inch. Her bare skin met the cool air, sending shivers up her spine. But Luca's touch, his warmth, his lips on her collarbone and down her shoulder—set her skin ablaze.

He kissed down her neck, lingering over the pulse point. She moaned softly, her hands gripping his now-unbuttoned shirt, pulling him closer.

The straps of her dress slid from her shoulders and down her arms, pooling at her waist before she finally raised her hips and let him take it all the way off. She was completely exposed before him—vulnerable yet powerful in the way she trusted him.

Luca paused, taking in the sight of her, a low growl in his throat.

"You're mine," he said roughly, pressing his forehead against hers. "And no one will ever touch you again."

His words sent tremors through her. She believed him. For the first time in a long time—she believed someone wouldn't just take from her but give her safety, devotion… and more.

The rest of the night unfolded like a fevered dream—passionate, unrelenting, and real. Their pasts may have been filled with scars, but tonight, their bodies spoke a new language—one of healing, claiming, and a desire that had waited far too long.

They became each other's undoing, and in that unraveling, something whole was finally found.

[S1] Chapter 60- Marked by Desire