All Chapters of His Runaway Bride’s Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The Escape That Never Was The Weight of a Truth Too Heavy to Hold Claire couldn’t breathe. The air in Adrian’s penthouse felt thick, suffocating her as she tried to process the reality that had just unraveled before her. Her past. Her entire existence— Watched. Calculated. Owned. Adrian had chosen her before she had ever known his name. Her hands shook. Because this wasn’t love. This wasn’t fate. This was a design. A game she had never even known she was playing. And now? Now, she needed to get out. Before she lost what little she had left of herself. Adrian’s Unshaken Control Adrian watched her. Silent. Unmoved. Because he had seen this before. Knew the exact pattern of emotions playing out in her mind. Denial. Anger. Desperation. But it didn’t matter. Because no matter how much she fought— She was already his. And she would come to accept that. Whether she wanted to or not. She had to. Adrian’s voice was low. Calm. Absolute.

The Illusion of ChoiceThe Moment Before the FallClaire’s chest ached as she stared at Adrian.The weight of the truth crushed her.Her life.Her freedom.A carefully constructed illusion.She had thought she was making her own choices.Thought she had control over her fate.But the truth?Adrian had controlled it all.From the very beginning.Her fingers trembled at her sides.She had to go.Had to leave.Because if she stayed—She would never leave.Her breath hitched."I need to go," she whispered.Adrian’s gaze was calm. Unshaken."You won’t."Her pulse pounded."Don’t do this, Adrian."His lips curved slightly."Do what?"Her stomach twisted."Trap me."Adrian exhaled slowly, his eyes locked onto hers."You’re not trapped, Claire."Her throat tightened."Then let me go."Silence.Heavy. Suffocating.Then—"No."Her heart stopped.Adrian stepped forward, his fingers brushing against her wrist.Not gripping.Not forcing.Just enough to remind her."You don’t want to leave."Her br

The Truth She Can’t IgnoreThe Morning After the FallClaire woke up wrapped in Adrian’s embrace.His arm was draped over her waist, his breath steady, even.Like he had won.Like he knew she wasn’t leaving.Her stomach twisted.Because he was right.She had stayed.She had let him pull her back in.Again.Her fingers curled into the sheets, her breath shaky.How had she gotten here?How had she let herself lose control so completely?She needed to think.She needed space.But before she could move—Adrian’s grip tightened.His voice was low. Rough.“You’re not leaving.”Her pulse pounded.“I just need—”Adrian’s fingers brushed her wrist.“Whatever you need,” he murmured.“You’ll find it here.”Her chest ached.Because that?That was the problem, wasn’t it?He made it so easy to stay.So easy to forget.But she couldn’t.Not anymore.Because Ava had given her the truth.And now?She had one last chance to do something with it.Ava’s Final MoveAva sat in her penthouse, legs crossed,

The Price of EscapeThe Moment Before the ChoiceClaire stood at the edge of the penthouse, her gaze fixed on the city lights below.The hum of traffic was muted, a distant drone that couldn't drown out the chaos in her mind.Her fingers tightened around the railing, the cool metal beneath her touch grounding her in the present, keeping her from falling into the storm that raged inside her.She had made a choice.Hadn’t she?No.She was still fighting it, even though everything inside her screamed at her to just accept it—to accept that this, whatever this was between her and Adrian, was never going to end.Not in the way she had imagined.Not in the way she had wanted.Adrian’s footsteps broke the silence, the sound of his shoes against the hardwood floor slow, deliberate.He hadn’t spoken in hours.Hadn’t needed to.Because he knew.He always knew what she would do.And as he came to stand beside her, his presence felt like a wave, overwhelming her senses, crushing any last shred of

The Weight of OwnershipThe Calm Before the StormThe days following Claire’s surrender felt like an endless cycle of half-realized moments. Every morning, the sunlight filtered in through the windows of Adrian’s penthouse, casting soft, golden light on the cold, polished floors. It should have felt peaceful—quiet, even—but all Claire could feel was the weight of her decision pressing down on her chest.She had given in.She had surrendered, not just to Adrian's touch, not just to his promises of ownership, but to the truth she had spent months avoiding. Every glance she exchanged with him, every moment they shared together in this opulent, controlled space, was a reminder of the price she had paid for staying.Adrian never pressured her. He was patient, allowing her to make the next move, always one step ahead.But that patience? It was nothing more than a cage. A beautiful cage. One that Claire was still too afraid to step out of.The Guilt That LingersClaire found herself walking