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" 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

Soft rays of golden sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, painting the room in hues of warmth and quiet promise.

Janet stirred beneath the silky sheets, her body both exhausted and comforted. Her cheek rested on the bare chest of Luca, whose arm was draped protectively around her waist, holding her close even in his sleep.

She blinked slowly, letting the memories of last night roll through her like waves—waves that had finally washed away some of the hurt, some of the fear, and replaced them with something she never thought she'd feel again.

For the first time in years, she didn't feel the need to run. To hide. To fight for air in a world that had suffocated her.

She turned slightly to look at him—Luca. His face was relaxed in sleep, but even so, she could see the weight of everything he carried. The battles he fought, for her and because of her. She slowly reached out, brushing a strand of hair off his forehead, tracing the faint bruise near his temple from his fight with Dmitri. A surge of guilt mingled with gratitude rose inside her.

He had bled for her. Protected her when the world had failed. Stayed beside her when no one else had.

And last night… he'd shown her what it meant to be wanted—not used. To be touched—not torn. To be loved, perhaps... even if neither of them had spoken the word yet.

As she moved gently, trying not to wake him, Luca's arm tightened around her, pulling her even closer. His voice came, low and husky from sleep.

"You're not going anywhere," he whispered against her hair.

Janet smiled faintly, the kind of smile that doesn't reach the lips but is born in the heart. "I wasn't planning to," she replied, resting her palm against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

He opened his eyes, still clouded with sleep, but softened when they landed on her. "You okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "Yeah," she whispered. "Are you?"

He looked at her, searching her eyes. "I am now."

They stayed there like that—wrapped in silence, their bodies tangled under the sheets, the world outside forgotten. She rested her head back on him, and he kissed the top of her hair gently.

No promises were made. No dramatic confessions. But in that quiet morning, in the way they held each other, in the unspoken things between their hearts, something had changed.

They weren't just survivors anymore. They were healing.

[S1] Chapter 61- Morning Light