All Chapters of His Runaway Bride’s Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Night She Lost EverythingThe wedding gown felt heavier with each step Claire Donovan took. Layers of delicate tulle and intricate lace, once a symbol of purity and love, now clung to her like shackles. Every pearl and embroidery thread seemed to weave a cage around her, tightening with each breath. The grand ballroom of the Donovan estate gleamed in opulence—golden chandeliers dripped with crystals, their warm glow casting an ethereal light over the gathered elite. Everything about the night was perfect. Too perfect.Yet, beneath the facade of laughter and raised champagne flutes, Claire felt the first prickle of unease. It slithered along her spine, an unnamed dread curling in the pit of her stomach.Something was wrong.Her fingers trembled slightly around the bouquet of white roses as she stood poised at the centre of attention. Her father, Richard Donovan, a man known for his iron-clad control and ruthless business acumen, lifted his crystal glass. The room fell into a revere

A Dangerous GameClaire had spent years dreaming of this moment—watching Liam and Ava’s carefully curated world crumble, seeing the shock on their faces, the betrayal in Liam’s eyes, the cracks forming in Ava’s perfectly constructed facade. But even in her wildest fantasies, nothing could have prepared her for the sheer satisfaction coursing through her veins at this very moment.Her engagement to Adrian Blackwood.The man Liam could never compete with.The press erupted like a swarm of hungry vultures.“Miss Donovan, how long have you and Mr. Blackwood been together?”“Liam, what do you think about your ex-fiancée moving on with your biggest business rival?”“Ava, any comments?”Flashes of cameras illuminated the tension in the air, highlighting the tight set of Liam’s jaw, the way his fingers twitched slightly at his sides. Claire had learned how to read him in the years they were together, and right now? He was barely holding it together.But it was Ava’s reaction that truly fed Cl

A Dangerous AttractionThe moment Adrian and Claire stepped back into Blackwood Tower, the facade of the perfect, lovestruck couple crumbled.Claire yanked her hand from Adrian’s grasp, kicking off her heels as the penthouse door clicked shut behind them. The moment her bare feet met the cool marble, she let out an irritated sigh.“You could have warned me that Liam and Ava would be at that restaurant.”Adrian, unbothered, shrugged out of his jacket and tossed it lazily onto the sleek leather couch. He moved with deliberate ease, like nothing in the world could ever truly touch him.“And ruin the surprise?” His voice held a thread of amusement.Claire turned to glare at him. “That wasn’t a surprise.” She folded her arms. “That was war.”Adrian’s smirk deepened as he poured himself a glass of whiskey from the bar. “Exactly.”Claire exhaled sharply, pacing across the room. The city lights cast fragmented reflections on the polished floor, but she barely noticed.“Liam looked ready to ki

A Shadow in the DarkClaire stared at the text message, her grip tightening around her phone.You’re playing a dangerous game, Claire.The words pulsed in her mind like a ticking bomb.It wasn’t just Liam.Someone else was watching.Adrian exhaled through his nose, his gaze dark as he scrolled through the message. His fingers curled around the phone, his control razor-thin.“Who has your number?” he asked, his voice sharp, lethal.Claire shook her head. “Just a few people. I changed it after I got out of prison.”Adrian’s jaw tightened. “That means someone went looking for it.”Claire exhaled, forcing herself to think. “It could be Liam trying to scare me. Or Ava.”Adrian didn’t look convinced.“Carter doesn’t send warnings,” he said, voice like steel. “He acts. This is someone else.”A chill ran through her.Claire wasn’t stupid.She had spent years surrounded by criminals in prison, learning how to read between the lines of threats.This message wasn’t just a scare tactic.It was a

Chapter Nine: Into the Lion’s Den Claire sat on the edge of the bed, her breathing uneven, her fingers trembling against the cold metal of her phone. Someone had called her. Someone who knew her. Someone who had been watching. And Adrian—Adrian looked like he was ready to burn the city down. He stood near the window, his body tense, coiled, the gun still in his grip. “Say it again,” he ordered, his voice a deadly whisper. Claire inhaled sharply. “They said, ‘Did you think we forgot about you, Claire?’ And then…” She hesitated. Adrian’s gaze snapped to her. “And then what?” She met his eyes. “They laughed. Like it was a joke.” A muscle in Adrian’s jaw ticked. His patience was gone. “They’re escalating,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “Whoever this is, they’re not just watching. They want you to know they’re watching.” Claire swallowed hard. “Which means they’re close.” Adrian’s gaze darkened. Too close. A Plan of Attack Minutes later, Claire sat at the s