Chapter 01: The runaway bride

In the lavish, magnificent room, the colorful sparkling chandeliers shine. Almira sat on the big bed, his face was so gloomy and pitiful. Her hands clenched tightly, occasionally twitching.

Today is her wedding day with the chairman of the gem group, Nolan Patrick. However, for Almira, this marriage day is about to push her to seven levels of hell. Almira wants to run away. But Nolan Patrick has strictly guarded by the bodyguards, a fly can not try to get through.

How sorrowful!

An hour later, Nolan also finished receiving guests. The first thing he did was to go straight to the wedding room. The heavy door was pushed out, and the robust body of Nolan arrogantly entered.

"What's wrong? Not happy?"

Seeing Nolan, Almira was startled in fear.

She stepped backward, stammering:

"Begging me. Please forgive me."

"Hahaa!"

Nolan laughed sarcastically.

His solid arm reached out, squeezing Almira's neck. The hatred of the sky burned in the eyes, almost about to swallow Almira's whole person.

She struggled miserably, repeatedly pleading with her hands:

"I don't know anything. Everything is not as you think. Nolan, her death is not related to me."

"Shut up."

Nolan Patrick roared, punching his hand hard on the bed. His eyes were bloodshot, his anger erupted strongly.

"Elizabeth is dead. The happiest person is you, but who else is here."

"That's not true, this is not the truth."

Almira cried in despair.

Her sister, Elizabeth, died in an accident two months ago. While alive, Elizabeth was Nolan's fiancé. Before her death, Nolan had a mental crisis for a long time.

Suddenly one day, the people of the Patrick family brought the marriage proposal to Almira's home. Nolan Patrick officially asked to marry Almira, Elizabeth's sister. Her parents and grandparents Adam were stunned. However, Elizabeth has passed away.

Now, Nolan still wants to be their son-in-law. Then just accept it. The wedding took place luxuriously and frantically. The press reported, that people admired and admired.

Only Almira himself understands the truth behind this quick marriage.

"Almira, a cruel woman. To climb into my bed, you mercilessly killed Elizabeth."

Almira fell into despair.

On the night of the accident, she was also at the scene, all over her body filled with fresh blood. Elizabeth's cold body collapsed in the car.

The car was crushed, not recognizable.

"When I arrived, she was dead."

Almira dully explained.

"Lies. You want to become Lady Patrick, okay, I agree. But, hell is still waiting for you, Miss Almira."

After saying that, Nolan let go of Almira's neck.

He put his shirt back and angrily stepped outside. The sound of the door closing hard made Almira startle. She hung her head on the bed, crying every hour. Under the living room, the prestigious guests were drinking together, congratulating the gem president Nolan Patrick for marriage. Nolan remained calm, smiling with them.

Tonight, he wants to get drunk, trying to forget Elizabeth's silhouette. Suddenly, a solid arm slammed Nolan on the shoulder. He nonchalantly turned around, discovering that the latter was Jonathan. Jonathan is the only son of the chairman of the city real estate group.

"Congratulations on your marriage. The bride is extremely beautiful."

Jonathan raised his thumb, a compliment. Nolan smirked faintly.

"Thanks."

Nolan is still very reserved.

Therefore, he did not talk too much with others. Anyone who knows Nolan knows this personality.

Seeing Nolan intending to leave, Jonathan hurriedly stopped.

"What did you do to make the bride angry?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Nolan tilted his head and asked again.

Jonathan held up a half-glass of wine, touched Nolan's glass of wine, and smiled.

"I just saw her walk towards the back gate. Outside, a strange man is waiting."

Chang ...

The glass of wine in Nolan's hand broke.

He ignored the people around him, immediately rushing up to the room. The wedding room door was locked outside before Nolan left. He opened the key and kicked the door in.

"Almira! Almira Pentium!"

Nolan called out.

But in response, he was just the sound of the wind rustling through the window. The windows made of glass were broken and opened, and there were also specialized hooks for climbing. His bride, Almira Pentium has completely disappeared without a trace. The entire villa immediately froze. Guests to bless are all invited to all.

The bodyguards ran scattered, constantly using radios to exchange contact. The scene was very chaotic.

In the living room, Nolan sat cross-legged, his chin resting on his hands, his eyes narrowed.

"You guys work so well!"

The bodyguards tasked with guarding Almira immediately shivered.

They were scared, bent their faces, and did not dare to open their mouths to clear a sentence. A little girl had the guts as big as the sky, dared to smash the window, climbed down, and fled from the fourth floor.

Nolan raised his head, staring deeply into each person kneeling on the ground. In the sharp eyes like nails, thousands of rays of destruction continuously launched, pinned to the flesh of each bodyguard.

"Must catch her back here."

Nolan gave a deep voice.

The bodyguards immediately chanted, nodded, and obeyed. Waiting after everyone ran to search, Nolan stood up and took the wedding photos of the two.

He stared at Almira's beautiful face, then calmly threw shattered.

"You dare to run away from here? Let me try, how far your little legs will run."

Almira sat on an old pickup, constantly observing through the glass window to guard.

Looking at her so insecure, Luis was not assured.

He gently grabbed Almira's trembling hand, comforting:

"Don't worry too much. I think everything will be fine. Wait until we get out of this city, no one knows who we are."

Almira pityed at Luis.

She shed tears and gently sighed.

"May everything go smoothly. Luis, it's hard for you."

Luis smiled, driving attentively.

The two of them chose to use this pickup to flee to distract the attention of others. After Almira fled, Nolan Patrick would not leave them alone. Therefore, they only had two hours to flee the city. Almira and Luis have long planned this. She hated that rotten man to the bone marrow.

Luis looked at his watch and calmly said:

"Going through the boundary between the two cities. Pay attention to safety."

Ahead, a few traffic police are on duty.

Seeing the pickup coming, a policeman blocked it and threw the jaw to the owner of the car to present the papers. Luis had prepared fake documents and calmly handed them to him. The police watched the information intently, then curiously looked inside. Almira showed a tired look, sighing and hugging his big belly.

Luis scratched his head, anxiously opening his words:

"Sorry. My wife is pregnant, her body is a bit tired."

The police drew a small comparative photo.

After not discovering a suspicious problem, he waved for them to pass. Waiting after the car changed, Luis and Almira silently breathed a sigh of relief. Almira looked at herself in the mirror, fake moles on the edge and freckled spots, all of her well-camouflaged.

Almira rubbed the belly containing the ball inside, smiling, and said:

"This is a very good way. Fortunately, we have prepared in advance."

Luis also agreed with Almira's opinion.

The speed of the car is getting faster and faster. The city of Amber gradually stepped back. For more peace of mind, Almira still carefully observed through the rearview mirror. There are no cars behind. Perhaps, Nolan's people did not detect any abnormalities.

The two of them chose a regular motel, located remote on an old pine hill. This time, Almira didn't bring too many things. She hugged the fake pregnant belly, following Luis in their footsteps.

The owner of the motel just looked at the two of them as a couple, and quickly said:

"There is an empty room on the second floor. The room is a bit narrower. Do you and your husband agree to rent?"

Luis nodded, did the necessary procedures, then led Almira to the room.