The Billionaire's Escape Bride

Katarina

My legs quaked under the pressure of carrying me for miles. At this point, I couldn't even feel it anymore.

I must have run at least 60 miles. The funny thing was that I was not running from a dreadful place or a creature. I was running away from my husband-to-be.

Just a couple of hours ago, I was sitting in my room getting ready for the worst day of my life, my wedding day, my mind anywhere but in the room.

"Is everything okay Miss Katarina? You look like you have a gun to your head. Do you think you can relax a bit more?

You don't want to look like the Grinch on your wedding day, now do you?"

Rhea, my makeup artist tried to put a smile on my face with her little joke-ons of several attempts, but all I could do was stare at her blankly.

I couldn't give her a response.

I glanced up at the wall clock directly opposite me and winced at what I saw. The time was dangerously getting near without remorse.

I didn't want to be here. This wasn't what I wanted but what I wanted was not an option and the realization hurt worse than the feeling of getting married to a man I didn't even know or liked.

Rhea suddenly stopped to stare at me in the mirror, this time, her frown deepening and her lips set into a thin line of disapproval.

"Please just Sit still and smile and I'll be done soon." She forced a smile at me again triggering the anger in me that I had been doing a good job of hiding.

"Sit still and smile?! I snapped, anger coursing through my veins like waves hitting the shore.

"No, I will not sit here and smile like everything is fucking dandy! I am practically being sold to a man I don't love or know, a man that's practically the worst thing since Hitler and you want me to sit still and smile! How about you marry him instead, since you are so impressed by the monster!"

I was losing my breath from yelling, and I had no idea that I had started to tear up until I felt the cold touch of a drop of liquid on my cheeks.

As if she had been summoned, my mother walked into the room just then, her eyes immediately scrutinizing me.

"What in everything holy is taking so long?" She barked in annoyance as she got closer to me, her expression, one of irritation.

"You aren't even close to getting ready." She frowned.

"In a minute ma'am. We are just having some difficulties." Rhea was the one to speak.

"Whatever it is, fix it and be done with whatever you need to. We don't have all day. We will be leaving in less than forty-five minutes. I don't want to come back to this room and you are still not ready."

That was all she said. She