CEO's Runaway Bride

"Let go off me!" Scarlett thrashed around as more than four hands grabbed unto her, successfully stopping from becoming a monster.

"I said let go off me!" She barked again, still struggling to get away from their strong hold.

Seriously, were they aiming to break her hands?!

Unfortunately, her frail strength could not be compared to that of the trained bodyguards, who held onto her with an iron grip.

She immediately launched herself at one of the bodyguards, her attempt to break free fueling her determination.

However, the other three guards swiftly intervened, overpowering her.

"Shut your mouth b*tch!" One of the bodyguards unable to bear her tantrums, shouted and shoved her to the ground earning a loud scream from her.

It hurts.

Black dots filled her vision yet that didn't stop her from glaring daggers at the guard.

God knew if eyes were guns loaded with bullets, the guard would be long gone.

Hatred burned in her eyes as she glared at the guard, but the hatred in her eyes burned solely towards her parents, the ones who had orchestrated this predicament.

If only she had known that their call to return to the city was a ruse.

They had claimed her mother was sick, but when she rushed back from the New York, she found her parents - specifically her 'sick' mother - enjoying wine in the gazebo.

It turns out her mother was involved in this dirty game.

It was heart-wrenching.

But then, they suddenly began to shower her with lots of love, something they hadn't done in the past six years she had been away.

Scarlett tried to brush off the deception, thinking maybe they had missed her.

She let go of the lie they had told her about her mother's illness, not wanting to hold any grudges.

But who would have thought that their true motive was to force her into a contracted marriage with the most notorious man in the city?

The very man she had despised with every fiber of her being, fueled by the countless rumors she had heard about him six years ago.

Now, with the family's business on the verge of collapse, they saw no other option but to sacrifice her happiness for their own gain.

And to top it all, the wedding was set for tomorrow!

How would she ever forgive such betrayal?

And it was at this moment of distraction that the guards, in a moment of sheer comedic chaos, reached out to her again, only to be met with an ear-splitting yell that could rival a banshee's wail.

They dragged her to a car parked at the side, the guards, in a panic-induced frenzy, flung open the backseat door with the grace of a bull in a china shop.

And without missing a beat, they haphazardly tossed her into the backseat like a ragdoll in a tornado.

Scarlett let out a yelp that could rival a startled puppy.

She stumbled and scrambled to her feet, desperately trying to regain her composure.

But alas, the door had been slammed shut, trapping her inside like a caged bird.

And so, she resorted to the only weapon she had left in her arsenal - banging on the door with all her might, as if channeling the fury of a thousand thunderstorms.

She was screaming bloody murder with a fervor that would make even the most hardened horror movie protagonist shudder in fear.

Soon one of them got into the driver's seat and The car sped away.

The world around her blurred as she continued her desperate plea for freedom, her voice echoing through the streets like a siren's call.

'Goodness this can't be happening to me... it was just a nightmare before right?'

She couldn't even see the driver, thanks to the partition that acted like a sneaky magician's trick.

She banged more at the door, not daring to give up.

Wasn't it better to die than be tied to a monster?!

This thought fueled her determination and with each bang on the doors, she hoped to break free from the clutches of this four-wheeled prison.

Suddenly, the car screeched to a halt, causing her to nearly catapult out of her seat.

Ah, the sweet sound of freedom...or so she thought.

If the car came to a halt, that only means one thing, they had arrived at their destination.

This was her chance.

She eagerly eyed the doors, left and right, and couldn't help but imagine herself transforming into a ninja, ready to strike down anyone who dared to open that door.

She narrowed her eyes, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Left or right, it didn't matter.

The unsuspecting victim would soon find themselves at the mercy of what she was about to do.

'The unfortunate soul'

Her adrenaline kept pumping.

And then, finally, the moment arrived.

The door was pulled open harshly and who she saw, made the ramming escape she had in mind flew out the window.

There was a huge guard with an angry expression on his face.

Wait, was this the driver driving this car?

'Jeez, he must love the gym to look this stupidly muscled.'

But she flew back to earth when he shoved his hand into his jacket and pulled out three black clothes.

Wait, what's he planning to do with black clothes?!

Choke her to death?

'God no! This can't be happening! I can't let him choke me to death!'

As if in her head, the guard began to move towards her and fear gripped her.

Is he really going to choke his boss' wife.

Wait....what am I saying?!

As the guard approached with the black cloth, her eyes widened in terror.

She frantically searched for an escape route, but her options were limited.

Desperation fueled her instincts as she mustered all her strength to resist.

But alas, the guard swiftly grabbed her by the legs and held her firmly in place. She struggled against his grip, screamed so loudly for help since they seemed to be in a highway - well an isolated highway - but it was no use.

The guard expertly gagged her with the cloth, silencing her cries for help. As if that wasn't enough, he proceeded to tie her both hands, further restricting her movements.

Darkness enveloped her vision as he also blindfolded her with another cloth.

'Jesus! this guard must be a kidnapper.

Only a kidnapper would expertly do this sh*t.

More reason I can't be with that damned man. He is a criminal!'

'Mum and Dad, you both will hear from me.

It's either you disown me or i disown you!'

Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, the guard pulled out a mysterious vial and made her inhale its contents. The car began to spin, and her consciousness slipped away like a mischievous ghost.

The last thing she remembered was the guard's sinister chuckle echoing in her ears.

And with that, she fainted, completely unaware of what awaited her when she regained consciousness.

Scar groaned, "Ugh," as her eyes fluttered open, greeted by the blinding brightness of an unfamiliar room.

Wait... a room?!

she actually awakened from that bizarre nightmare where guards in black forcibly took her away while her parents stood by?

Startled, she sat up on the plush bed, quickly scanning her surroundings. It didn't take long for her to realize that she was in a hotel room. But why would she wake up from the nightmare only to find herself in a hotel room?

This could only mean one thing...

"Damn! It wasn't a dream!" Scar cursed, frustration evident in her voice as she ran a hand through her blonde hair.

Looking down at her hands, she noticed the faint hues of blue and purple. "These hands," she muttered, realizing that the bruises were likely caused by the black clothes.

"That oaf of a bodyguard!" Scar exclaimed, her anger boiling over. "Stupid bastard son of a biscuit!"

But then, a wave of confusion washed over her.

Why had they brought her to a hotel room instead of her husband's house? "Goddammit, shut the f*ck up!" she scolded herself. "He is not your husband!"

'Alright, calm down, Take a deep breath and gather yourself. You've got this!' Scar chanted inwardly, trying to calm her racing heart. But damn, she was so close to losing it.

Her heart pounded in her chest, threatening to burst out of her ribcage. Or maybe it already had.

She groaned, wishing she had a phone. If only she could get her hands on one, she could call Natalie.

Phone... Yes! The hotel should have a telecom. With renewed determination, Scar jumped off the bed and hurried to the other side, searching for the telecom that was usually left for customers on the bedside table.

To her disappointment, no telecom was to be found. These people had planned ahead, huh? Ha! What did she expect from professional criminals?!

"God, for once, please help me," Scar murmured, feeling the weight of her predicament. She began to contemplate her next move. Jumping out of the window seemed too risky, so that was definitely a no-no mission. She wasn't about to risk her life like that.

But what options are there?

But Damn, those hotel staff!

Couldn't they see she was being kidnapped? They should've called the police!

Or maybe they thought they were shooting a movie?

Those bastards might've used that lame excuse. Shooting a movie, seriously?

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, the hotel room door swung open, causing her to jump and quickly sit back on the bed.

A group of about four women dressed as maids entered the room, each carrying makeup and dress equipment.

She gave them a skeptical look, wondering if they had the wrong room. But her doubts vanished when she heard their next words.

"Good morning, young miss. We're here to get you ready for your wedding."

"Wait, what?!" She shrieked and yelled like a banshee at their words.

Wedding?

What bullshit wedding?!

She shook her head, "You've really got the wrong room."

The leader's brow creased.

How is is that possible?

She then asked, "Aren't you Miss Oslon?"

Scar exhaled and nodded unwillingly.

"Then we're in the right room, it's your wedding day Miss Oslon" the leader spoke again with a smile. "Congratulations Miss Oslon" as if on cue, the others also congratulated her.

Scar winced at the absurdity of the situation. If this had really being the wedding of her dreams, she definitely would have smiled back and openly accepted their congratulations.

But no, this wasn't that wedding she always dreamed of.

This was a nightmare wedding.

God! wasn't weddings supposed to be the happiest days of every girl's life.

Why did she feel like she was the unluckiest person alive?

She felt miserable. Double reasons for her not to get married!

She'd be more miserable!

Without a second thought, the maids tried to touch her, but she yelled out, "Don't touch me!"

Seeing her sudden outburst, they gave each other a skeptical look.

"You all should leave this minute!"

She added.

"But Miss Oslon_"

"Don't Oslon me and get the hell out!" She yelled and threw a pillow at the poor girls.

The maids scurried away like scared mice, away from this mad woman.

Scar let out a loud groan of frustration. "It's morning already? And the dreaded day?!"

God please no!

As Scar fell onto the bed and reached for a pillow to hide her face, the door swung open once more.

The girls entered with a newfound determination.

Scar's eyebrow raised in surprise as they approached and forcefully lifted her up.

"Let go of me you bimbos!" She fought back, screaming and even cursing her own powerlessness against her fellow women.

They successfully dragged her into the bathroom and tossed her into the bathtub.

"Time for some pre-wedding pampering Miss Oslon" the leader announced with a coy smile.

Time for revenge for shouting at us.

With mischievous grins, she whipped out a container of wax and said, "Ready for a smooth and silky transformation?"

Scar's eyes widened in horror as she realized what they had in mind. "Wait, wait! I don't think waxing is part of the normal pre-wedding routine!" she protested, trying to wriggle free.

But her pleas fell on deaf ears as they gleefully applied the wax, turning her into a human candle.

Scar fake sobbed at these bimbos' wicked attitudes. They didn't spare any part of her body and scrubbed till she turned as red as a tomato.

She couldn't help but wonder if this was the standard wedding day torture for all brides-to-be.

They tossed and turned her like a rag until they were satisfied, leaving her skin twinkling like a star. In that moment, Scarlett cursed her parents in her heart for subjecting her to this hilarious yet agonizing ordeal.

But as the pain subsided and Scar looked at herself in the mirror, she couldn't deny the results. Her skin was smoother than ever before, and she had to admit, it did have a certain glow to it. Maybe those bimbos knew what they were doing after all.

To hell what was she saying?!

These bimbos were heartless.

They all glanced at her now glowing skin and nodded in unison.

Then pulled her into the room and in front of the mirror.

She glared at them, marking all their faces at the back of her mind.

She'd surely pay them back the favor.

Scar's expression remained blank as the maids continued to shower her with praise for their own efforts. She knew that her beauty was merely a canvas for their skillful makeup application.

Alice, the leader of the maids, smiled and enthusiastically snapped various pictures of Scar. She believed that showcasing Scar's beauty on Instagram would attract more followers and potential patrons.

Scar sat there, looking at her reflection in the mirror with a face that screamed, "I'd rather be anywhere else."

If this was her dream wedding, she'd probably be so ecstatic that she could drop dead from the sheer grandeur of the makeup. But alas, this charade was nothing short of repulsive.

As the unbearable squealing continued, Scar felt a surge of frustration rising within her. Just when she was about to lash out, the door swung open, and in walked a man who could make hearts skip a beat.

Scar couldn't help but think, 'Wow,' as she admired his handsome features, from his mesmerizing smile to his perfectly styled brown hair.

Curiosity filled her mind as she wondered, 'Who could this be?'

The girls were practically drooling as he playfully winked at them and asked them to leave. Once they were gone, he turned to Scar, whistling low in his throat and a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Beautiful Sister-in-law, allow me to introduce myself," he said, and Scar's eyes widened in disbelief.

'Wait, what?! Did I hear that right? What on earth did he just call me?'

"My name is..." he began to say, but before he could finish his heartfelt introduction, Scar interrupted him with a daring question. "Hold on a second! What did you just call me?!"

"Sister-in-law?" he responded, wearing a confused expression, or at least pretending to. Scar gritted her teeth and lashed out, "I'm definitely not your sister-in-law!"

He shook his head at her, denying the claim. "No, no, you're not, but soon to be! Look at you," he gestured towards her caked-up face, "you look all dolled up. I'm sure my brother is going to lose his mind when he sees you!"

Scar rolled her eyes at her supposed stupid handsome brother-in-law.

Shut up! He's not your brother-in-law!

"I'm not your sister in-law!" She repeated.

"Fine! I know you're not my sister-in-law," he replied, acknowledging her statement.

Scar turned her gaze back to the mirror with a snort, and then he couldn't help but admire her beautiful blue eyes.

They made her look incredibly unreal, and very beautiful indeed.

He smiled one last time, then his playful expression fading from his face as he turned serious. "As much as I want to continue admiring and chatting with my sister-in-law," he began, his tone firm, "my brother is waiting at the altar, and we can't possibly leave the groom standing for too long" His eyes held no trace of playfulness anymore.

"Now, up we go," he said grabbing her arm, his grip tightening as he dragged her towards the door. Scar glared at his hands on her, a mixture of anger and defiance in her gaze. But he didn't seem to care.

She wanted to protest, to resist his control, but before she could utter a word, he added a chilling warning, "And stay put, if you love your life, sister-in-law." The gravity of his words hung in the air, a clear indication that he meant business.

Scar's mind raced, searching for a way out of this predicament.

'Shit! I hate being weak!'

The moment he swung the door open, he released his grip on her and whipped out a gun, aiming to intimidate her. "Sister-in-law, check out what I got recently!" he exclaimed cheerfully, a twisted smile on his face.

Scar couldn't help but think, 'What a psycho,' as he discreetly concealed the weapon behind her voluminous dress.

She remained silent, keeping her thoughts to herself, as she reluctantly moved ahead and him, following behind her through the seemingly endless corridor.

There were CCTV cameras in the passage way, but there was no time for waving at CCTV cameras!

This psycho wouldn't hesitate to kill her before any rescue team could arrive. She needed to come up with a plan to outsmart him and ensure her own survival.

And just as they stepped out of the elevator, Scar's eyes widened in relief as she spotted the exit. It felt like a magical, life-saving beacon, offering her a chance to escape from this dangerous situation.

She knew that reaching that exit would be her ticket to freedom.

Feeling the cold touch of the gun against her waist, Scar couldn't help but gulp nervously. In that moment, she silently whispered a prayer, seeking protection and guidance in this perilous situation.

'Oh, heavenly protector, grant me strength and guide me through this darkness. Keep me safe from harm and lead me to freedom. Amen.'

Feeling a surge of courage, Scar suddenly halted and swiftly turned towards the handsome brother in-law behind her.

In a daring move, she rammed herself into him, using her momentum to catch him off guard.

With a quick and precise step, she stomped on his shoe with her heels, causing him to wince in pain.

Then, she seized the opportunity and snatched the gun from his grasp, unaware of the power she now held.

Adrenaline surged through Scar's veins as she sprinted towards the exit. Determined to break free, she encountered a group of men blocking her path.

With trembling hands, she fired a warning shot at the floor, causing them to retreat and creating a clear path to the hotel's gate.

"Goodness, why is the damn gate so far?!" Frustration welled up inside her as she cursed under her breath.

She could hear the man cursing and running after her, but Scar didn't dare to look back. With her dress causing trouble, she channeled her inner high school athlete and kicked off her heels in opposite directions.

As she gathered her gown and sprinted towards the gate, she couldn't help but think, "Who needs heels anyway? They're just trouble!"

With a stroke of luck, a car happened to be coming in, and in a daring move, she leaped out of the hotel and right into the street.