The Sweet and Wild Bride: A Flash Marriage

At that moment, only one thought raced through Caroline Lorenz's mind—

Run, run for your life.

If she stopped, that sleazy playboy Brown would destroy her.

She never imagined her life would spiral into this nightmare. Growing up in the slums, at sixteen, her birth parents finally found her. She'd endured years of abuse from her foster father. She thought her life would change for the better, but turned out they only wanted to use her as a pawn in their schemes.

Last night, they’d spiked her and tried to marry her off to the sleazy Mr. Brown. If not for her quick thinking, she might have lost everything.

Now, she was sprinting down the hotel hallway, barefoot, lifting her wedding dress in hand.

"You little bitch, stop right there!" Mr. Brown’s furious voice echoed behind her, "You’re not getting away!"

Caroline’s chest burned as she ran. But then she skidded to a halt - a dead end. Mr. Brown's bodyguards closed in from both sides, their hulking figures blocking any chance of escape.

Her heart sank. Damn! This maze-like hotel!

"Where do you think you're going?" Mr. Brown slowed his steps. He looked like a predator savoring the moment before the kill.

Caroline's heart pounded.

What now? Should she just give in and let this creep win?

No!

She’d rather die than submit.

Without thinking, she turned around, opened a nearby window, and quickly climbed onto the ledge.

Seeing this, Mr. Brown's smirk vanished, replaced by panic, "Are you fucking crazy? That’s the fifth floor - you'll kill yourself!"

Caroline glanced down, taking a deep breath. ‘Better dead than trapped,’ she thought, and leaped. The world blurred as sunlight bathed her. For a fleeting moment, she felt free.

Then – Crash! With a splash, she crashed through a white canopy and splashed into a swimming pool below.

As she surfaced, gasping for air, rose petals scattered across the water's surface. Guests stared at her in shock, their murmurs rising.

Then, a man dressed as a wedding officiant approached, "Well, it looks like our bride has made quite an entrance!"

‘Bride?’ Caroline blinked, glancing down at her soaking wedding dress.

Oh no, she’d crashed someone else's wedding. And they thought she was their bride!

"I'm sorry, I'm not,” she stammered.

She hurriedly climbed out of the pool, trying to bolt. But the officiant stepped in front of her and blocked her path. "What’s this? Is the bride playing hide and seek with the groom?"

Laughter rippled through the crowd.

"What's going on here?" Just then, a deep, commanding voice sent a chill down Caroline’s spine.

Caroline's heart skipped a beat. She turned around slowly. A tall, handsome man stood before her, wearing a white tailcoat - clearly the groom of this wedding.

In any other situation, Caroline might have paused to admire this striking example of male beauty, but admiration was the last thing on her mind.

Because this man was none other than Andrew Morgan - the most feared and powerful gang leader in the region.

Rumors said he was ruthless, a man who killed without mercy. His cruelty toward women was legendary.

Caroline couldn't believe she had ruined his wedding. Her palms went clammy. ‘Is this how I die?’

His eyes fixed on her, and Caroline could barely meet his gaze.

The man's presence was overwhelmingly intimidating.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Morgan. I didn't mean to ruin your wedding." Caroline swallowed hard and forced herself to look into his eyes.

Andrew’s gaze didn’t waver. He studied her with a detached intensity that made her blood run cold. Then, without a word, he pulled out a gun, and aimed at her.

With a loud sound, a bullet flew toward her.

Bang!