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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

The morning air was fresh, with the scent of brewed coffee and blooming flowers dancing in the breeze. Sunlight filtered gently through the canopy of trees that lined the cobbled path. Birds chirped somewhere above as the world seemed—for once—calm.

Janet walked beside Luca, their fingers interlocked, their hearts finally aligned. She smiled up at him, the edges of her eyes glowing. He was wearing a light beige coat over a black shirt, effortlessly handsome, but more than that—he was hers now.

The pain of the past still lived inside her, but today, it didn't control her.

They reached a quiet little outdoor café nestled on the corner of a serene street. Wrought iron tables with flower-laced umbrellas filled the space, while ivy climbed the walls around them. A perfect spot for quiet moments and slow healing.

"Sit here," Luca said, pulling out the chair for her, his voice soft, warm.

Janet smiled and sat on a wooden bench facing the path. "Where are you going?"

"To get our coffee. You stay right here, Mrs. Romano," he teased with a playful smirk.

She laughed quietly, cheeks blooming with pink. "Hurry. I might miss you."

"You better," he winked and walked inside the café.

Janet's gaze followed him, her heart steady. She leaned back, soaking in the golden peace of the moment.

From the far end of the cobbled street, someone was walking toward her.

At first, she didn't register the face—but something in her chest twisted sharply. Something dark. Familiar. Her brows furrowed.

He was walking steadily, eyes fixed only on her. He looked different—more rugged, his smile gone, but the intensity in his eyes was the same. Cold. Calculated.

Everything around her blurred. Her breathing slowed, but her heart thundered. She wanted to get up, to scream, to run—but she couldn't move.

Her fingers tightened on the bench.

And just as Asher stepped off the curb, approaching her with dark intent in his gaze—

And by this , a new chapter has begun in Janet's and luca's life .

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