You Can't Run! My Beautiful Bride.

It was evening and darkness covered New York City, and Taylor returned to her home. She is white, tall, with a plump body, blue eyes with blond hair, in her early forties, strong and reliable. She is now very happy with her husband, Richard, especially after her struggle with her ex-husband, Jerry. Cooper, she arrived home and wanted to take a warm bath and spend a hot night with her husband, Richard.

She is still young and Richard is the same age as him, and because he has an attractive, athletic body that made her fall in love with him, she was going straight to her room, but she decided to take a look at her daughter, Amelia's room. ", 18 years old, was her daughter from her ex-husband, Jerry Cooper, and he treated her badly.

But since Taylor moved into Richard's house and he has been treating Amelia like his daughter, unlike her real father, Amelia turned eighteen two days ago, and during this year that she spent with Richard she transformed from a child and teenager to an adult and adult female, and became the owner of a tempting body.

She went to her daughter's room quietly to kiss her goodnight, moving slowly so as not to wake her. Her daughter's room was on the second floor, in the first room after going up the stairs. When she entered, she was shocked by what she saw. Richard was trying to harass Amelia while she was sleeping. Amelia was wearing a bra. The bra and shorts were short cotton that barely covered her thighs but Richard removed the bra to reveal her tempting breasts and played his fingers through her little red pussy and all this while Amelia was asleep.

Taylor shouted in shock: "Richard, how dare you?"

Richard realized that he had been hunted and that his wife had discovered his betrayal and his attempt to molest her young daughter. Taylor took his hand and left in front of the room, but Taylor was shouting angrily and hitting his chest with her hand, but he grabbed both of her hands and said seductively and with a panting mouth: "Instead of thanking me for protecting you and your daughter from homelessness, I came." Come to my house, she will be mine, Taylor, that sexy girl who makes my body hot and uncontrollable."

Taylor was not aware of the truth about Richard. He is also a liar and a fraud. All men are liars and go after what they want. Taylor shouted angrily: "I will take my daughter and leave you, you wretched bastard!"

Meanwhile, Richard looked angrily at Taylor and threw her from the second floor.

Amelia woke up in the morning. Richard used to give her a sleeping pill in her milk every day so that he could get close to her. So she did not know what happened yesterday with her mother, but she was surprised that she was wet and as if she was having sex. Her bra was far from her and she was in a messy state. She ignored She went and took a shower, but as soon as she left her room, she knew what had happened and felt shocked.

Richard came, faking tears and crying: "My daughter, yesterday your mother fell down the stairs and became very ill."

Amelia cried and ran downstairs, especially to her mother's room. Richard took her to the hospital and learned that she had been paralyzed and would not be able to speak. She was dead but breathing. He brought her home and decided to take advantage of her condition to get closer to Amelia.

Amelia cried and approached her in pain: "Mom, what happened!"

Taylor was just looking with her eyes, until her tears fell, unable to tell her the truth about the man in front of her, and that he was not who she thought, because Amelia considered him her father.

Richard approached her and hugged her seductively while touching her thigh: "Do not worry, my daughter. Your father is here and will not leave you or your mother. I will pay all the money for her recovery and for her to return to us again."

Amelia smiled painfully as she hugged him: "Thank you, Papa Richard. You are the best ever."

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Weeks and days passed and Amelia became more attractive and charming, and this made Richard thirst for her like a stray dog. How could he not be attracted to her when she was charming, with blue eyes, blond hair, and bright white skin, a girl like an angel and a woman of complete femininity.

One day, he put the sleeping pill as usual in a cup of milk and headed with it to Amelia's room, and after half an hour he went to her room, full of desire that today he would make her his and would not be satisfied with just caresses, so all he did was play with her breast, and pass his fingers over the seeding point until it dripped and became wet.

Richard wanted Amelia's virginity. He knew that she was an innocent girl, who had never kissed any man or approached anyone, and had never dated anyone before, so she remained a virgin.

But that night, Amelia did not drink milk, and she kept crying until she fell asleep. Richard entered the room with his chest bare, wearing only shorts. The room was a little dark, and the dim light from the side lamp cast faint shadows on the walls. He removed the covers from Amelia's body, and continued to examine her hungrily and seductively, wondering how she became more charming every day.

He began to caress her pussy with his fingers, and his breath grew hotter as he came closer to touch her tender lips. His body was tense, and his face expressed irrepressible lust. Suddenly, Amelia woke up and realized what he was trying to do. She pushed Richard away in extreme fear, her eyes wide in shock, tears falling abundantly as she cried and shouted in a trembling voice: "What are you doing here?"

Richard stammered, his eyes full of guilt and confusion, his lips trembling: "My daughter... I... I was...."

Amelia shouted angrily, her facial features distorted with sadness and fear, her lips trembling bitterly: "Damn you, don't say daughter, I hate you all, get out of here!"

Richard ignored her words and looked at the cup of milk on the table, and asked her questioningly, trying to regain his balance: "Why didn't you drink the milk?"

Amelia screamed angrily, her eyes shining with hatred, and her body trembling with fear: "Go, you bastard. You were hypnotizing me to try to get close to me. Get out, you are filthy."

Richard left the room, nervous, his face expressing increasing frustration and anger. But he swore to himself that he would make her his, whether she wanted it or not.

Meanwhile, Amelia sat behind the door of her room, crying bitterly. She felt the dampness behind her underwear, and realized why she was like this every morning. She cried hard, anguished, and tears filled her face. She felt her breathing quicken. She felt hatred towards all men, no one special, all of them like her father, her stepfather, everyone.

"I hate you all," she shouted angrily, her voice trembling.

She couldn't bear the feeling of impurity, so she ran to the bathroom to wash herself, crying as she put water on her body, trying to get rid of the smell of Richard that stuck to her. She remembered how he would cheat on her mother every night, and approach her in the same dirty way.

She cried until she fell to the ground, feeling lonely and hopeless. Her mother is sick now, and you must help her get better and better. But how will you find a place to live away from this greedy monster?

Amelia's morning began in a hurry, her heart beating like a drum in her chest. The crimson dawn was just beginning to paint the sky in orange and pink hues as she rushed through the dimly lit corridors of her home.

Her mother, Taylor, weak and sick, lay in bed, breathing hard. Her condition became bad and sick a year after her marriage to Richard. Her mother left Jerry Cooper, Amelia's father, after he insulted her, beat her, and treated her and Amelia badly. But after she left her husband, Jerry, Richard appeared before her like an angel who helped her, and she lived with him for a full year like heaven, until she became... Amelia is young and has wonderful curves. Her capabilities exceeded those of her mother, so Richard decided to make Amelia his and enjoy her body only for him. There was only one obstacle in front of him, which was her mother, Taylor, so he sought to make her always sick. Richard, her stepfather, was the worst man.

He was a stern man with a permanent frown etched on his face, and his presence seemed to cast a shadow over the entire house. Amelia rushed to the stove and put a pot of water on to boil. Her mother's illness has stolen her strength, leaving her bedridden and dependent on Amelia.

As Amelia worked, she couldn't help but wonder why her mother's condition was deteriorating so quickly. She suspected it had to do with rising medical bills that had become a constant source of worry, or perhaps Richard was involved, as he had threatened more than once to make her mother's life worse if she was not obedient.

Amelia submitted to Richard's orders and began working and cleaning the house and serving Richard in return to pay for her mother's treatment, especially since her mother relied on artificial respiration, solutions and medicines as a source of food, so she remained with this filthy Richard.

Amelia was about to prepare a simple breakfast of oatmeal, when her stepfather's voice (it was her father-in-law) rang through the phone. "Girl, I want you to come to my office right away. Don't be late," he said in a stern tone. Amelia's heart sank.

She quickly turned off the stove, grabbed a piece of bread, and rushed to her mother's side to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. "I'll be back soon, mom. I promise," she whispered, her voice trembling with worry.

Amelia kept thinking, what plan has Richard prepared this time? She smoothed out her skirt, gathered her courage, and headed straight to her stepfather's office. She felt afraid to meet him in the same place, as she knew him well.

She entered the office to find him waiting for her at the desk, relaxing in the chair behind the desk, with his eyes fixed on her. Dread gathered in her stomach at his serious expression, with a stern look like a judge in a trial. She was sure that something bad was coming, as something worse could happen to her life!

"You," he began without preamble, "Mr. Max Holden has expressed an interest in making you his wife." "The wealthy industrialist?"

Amelia blurted out in disbelief. She hated all men, did not want to marry any man, especially if little was known about the mysterious Pole, except for wild rumors of his secret riches.

Amelia Mule spoke: "What are you saying?"

He answered, his eyes shining with victory. "I will not repeat myself, pig. I know that I tried a lot to make you mine, and for the sake of possession I did a lot, but there is no benefit, so selling you is better, and you must get money for your mother's treatment."

A hot color flooded Amelia's cheeks. "I will thank you for not making a decision about my future without my consent. Arranged marriage is out of the question."

"Amelia, you're not here to decide, girl. You just say yes, and I don't ask you. I tell you about it." Richard shouted, warning her.

He got up from the chair as he walked towards her, held his face with his palm nervously, and repeated warningly: "Holden is the most eligible party. I have already accepted his proposal on your behalf. The wedding is in three days."

Amelia spoke in pain, her voice muffled: "So quickly?! I have to refuse – give me more time."

"Enough of this impudence. You will marry Holden, or you risk having your mother killed," Richard threatened.

He took her hand forcefully and headed towards her sick mother's room.

In a fit of rage, her stepfather approached her mother's bed, his face inches from hers. He grabbed the oxygen mask and pulled it away from her face, making her mother gasp for breath. Amelia's heart stopped when her stepfather turned to her, his eyes cold and wary.

"If you want to save her, you have to do as I say," he whispered. "You will become Max's bride, and you will earn me money. This is the only way." Richard clicked his tongue angrily.

Tears gathered in Amelia's eyes as the weight of his words settled on her like a crushing burden. She had no choice but to agree, her voice barely a whisper. "I'll do it." There was an eerie silence in the room, broken only by her mother's weak breathing.

Richard came towards her forcefully and looked with unexplained looks, then closed the door of the room and under the gaze of her sick mother who was on the bed, he approached her, panting like a dog and said with hot breaths and sternness: "I have debts that must be paid. Holden has agreed to settle my debts in exchange for your hand. This is It is the only way we can avoid financial ruin, otherwise I would not have lost you, O Virgin."

She walked away and he grabbed her arms tightly. "You know, you are beautiful and I want you for myself, but my debts have become many. Even your mother has become older and sick and does not fulfill my requests. If she refuses, you will be mine forever and I will enjoy your small body!"

He kept touching her body in a disgusting and repulsive way, and even his hand moved on her curves with all boldness and insolence, until he almost kissed her. She turned away from him, looking at him with disgust.

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The morning sun woke Amelia from a fitful night's sleep. She turned onto her side with an exhausted sigh, still processing the traumatic events of yesterday. She is eighteen years old.

Her freedom and happiness hang in the balance. She paced around her room thoughtfully. What kind of man was Max Holden? How could she know his personality measure in mere hours? Will she run away from her disgusting stepfather in order to go to a man worse than him? She hates all men and doesn't want to get married!

While she was in her room crying and did not know what to do, her friend entered. Heavy footsteps approached. Her dear friend Sarah.

She told her argument in a loud voice of emotion. "He's demanding that I marry Max Holden within three days or kill my mother and take her oxygen mask off! It's ridiculous." Amelia shouted angrily.

Although Sarah was two years younger, she was wise beyond her years.

Sarah furrowed her brows in thought. "There are rumors of shady dealings in Max Holden's past. You should be careful. It's said in town that Holden gained his fortune through shady business in the Americas. Some say even his rivals have disappeared!"

Amelia's stomach sank, and she sighed wearily. "What a chilling rumour! And yet Richard is going to marry me to him."

Amelia remembered her stepfather's touches on her, and how he held her body tightly and wanted her to be his. She did not know what to do and how to react? She's just lonely and miserable. Either she gets married or her mother dies and Richard makes her his whole..

I sat nervously in the dimly lit living room, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my skirt as I waited for my stepfather, Richard, to arrive. The air was heavy with tension, like a storm about to break. This was the moment I had been dreading, the moment I had to confront Richard about the marriage.

Richard entered the room, his expression stern and stubborn. "I've heard enough of your nonsense," he spoke in a cold, broken voice. "It's time to put an end to this foolishness."

I took a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to tell the truth. "Please, just listen to me. I don't want to get married. I will serve you and clean the house and prepare food, but please don't make me get married."

Richard's face flushed with anger and his voice rose to a booming level. "How dare you defy my wishes? You will be married, and that is final."

Tears gathered in my eyes, but I refused to back down. "Please, I don't want to get married!"

Richard's gaze turned icy as he approached me. "You will marry him, Amelia, and you will do so willingly. If you continue to defy us, remember your mother who needs money for treatment and what might happen to her."

The threat hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. My heart ached because of the warning. Richard's face remained fixed, his tone unwavering. "Don't provoke me any more, Amelia."

My voice was shaking, but I spoke with a determination born of desperation. "I will not be forced into a marriage I don't want. If that means I have to leave this house, so be it."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I watched him, hoping to see a glimmer of understanding or compassion in his eyes. But all I saw was cold, unyielding determination. His voice became eerily quiet. "Very well, Amelia. If that is your decision, you will leave me no choice, and bid your mother farewell now and forever."

When I realized what he was referring to, I felt a deep, piercing pain in my chest. I almost lost my mother, all because I refused to conform to his expectations. I couldn't find any way to make him stand with me. I cried angrily and said with tears: "I agree to the marriage."

Richard approached me and put his hand around my waist. "And what would any man do with your heart? He wants your body, this body that sets me on fire."

He moved closer to me until he removed the shirt I was wearing to reveal my bra. He traced his fingers, but I escaped from his hands and left the room crying and moaning. I don't know how he does this to me every time. I buttoned my shirt and breathed heavily as I contemplated whether I would accept the marriage proposal.

I went to my mother Taylor's room, crying. I knelt beside the bed and said in pain: "He threatens me if I don't get married, he will kill you or let you die without treatment. I hate all men, mother, and I don't want to get married. I just want to be with you forever."

My mother was listening to me with tears falling and did not know how to help me. She continued: "I wish I could run away from all of this."

At these words, my mother blinked hard. I did not understand her, but she asked in amazement: "Do you want me to run away, mother?"

My mother blinked again, and I knew this was what she wanted. I thought about how I would leave my mother, but then an idea came to me: I would take my mother and run away. I kissed her forehead and quickly went to the café after sending a message to Sarah.

I arrived at the café where my friend Sarah was and told her I was coming. Sarah and I sat in the quiet corner of our favorite café, the place where we'd shared countless secrets and dreams over the years. Today, Sarah looked more anxious than ever, her hands shaking as she held her coffee cup.

Sarah approached, with a worried look. "Amelia, what's going on? You can talk to me."

I took a deep breath, and my gaze wandered around the cozy café as if searching for answers in the steam rising from my coffee. "Sarah, you know about the wedding, right? The wedding that Richard forced me to be his bride."

Sarah nodded, her brows furrowed. "Yes, it's become the talk of the town. But I thought... I thought you'd agree to it to keep the peace and your mother's life and maybe to escape Richard's constant harassment."

My eyes filled with tears and I shook my head. "I can't, Sarah. I can't. I can't marry a man. I hate all men."

Sarah placed her reassuring hand on my trembling hand. "Amelia, you have to do what's right for you. It's your life, and your happiness is at stake here."

I swallowed hard, my voice trembling. "That's why I've decided, Sarah. I can't go on with this. I've made up my mind to run away from the wedding."

Sarah's eyes widened in shock, "Run? Amelia, this is a big step. Do you realize what you're saying?"

I nodded, determination in my eyes. "Yes, I do. I've thought about it. I can't live a life that's not my own, and I won't fall into the trap of marriage."

Sarah sighed, her worry evident. "Okay, I understand why you want to do this, but it won't be easy. Running away is risky, and it could mean losing your mother forever."

My voice trembled as I answered, "I know, Sarah. But I can't let Richard define my life. I need to find my own way, even if it means running away. On the wedding day, I will take my mother out of the house and put her in a hospital that will take care of her, after I steal a sum of money." Enough of Richard's money."

Sarah took a moment to comprehend my resolve. "If this is what you really want, I will support you, Amelia. But promise me you'll be careful, and promise me you'll tell me you're safe."

Tears gathered in my eyes, then I held my friend's hand. "Thank you, Sarah. Your support means the world to me."

I made my plan to escape.

*****

( Wedding day..)

The wedding day dawned, and the sun's rays filtered through the heavy curtains of my luxurious bridal room. Max Holden had booked a luxurious venue for the wedding, and the room was decorated with gilded mirrors and delicate lace curtains that swayed gently in the morning breeze. But no amount of extravagance can mask the storm brewing inside me.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror in a gown that could rival a royal gown, wearing a white lace gown. The ivory fabric seemed to whisper promises of a life of wealth and privilege, but it was a life I never wanted.

Richard entered the room and looked at me in admiration at how I looked like a queen. Richard spoke up: "I can't bear the thought of this body being another man's, how can I leave you, you little bitch?"

Meanwhile, I agreed with Sarah and her friend Jonathan that they would enter the house and take my mother to the hospital. She sent them the money she stole from Richard for the hospital costs, and the hospital will be far away and a place no one knows about.

I knew what awaited me at the end of the corridor-a man I barely knew, whose reputation was as mysterious as the darkest corners of the city. I knew that all men were dirty and only interested in sex.

Richard left and told me to come after him. I knew what to do, I would definitely run away! As I descended the grand, flower-decorated staircase, I heard someone whisper, "They say Max Holden's fortune is built on the bones of his enemies. And the way he rose to power? It's as if he made a deal with the devil himself."

My heart raced as the evil rumors reached my ears. Max Holden, my groom, was a mysterious man, his fortune shrouded in tales of dark dealings and ruthless ambition. My footsteps echoed in my ears like a death knell, urging me to press forward in my mad dash toward freedom. I felt like I was walking into a cage, not an embrace.

The organ music swelled, and a bolt of clarity struck me like lightning. No, I couldn't do this. I couldn't marry a man whose name carried whispers of darkness and deceit. I wasn't able to attach myself to a future that felt more like a prison than a partnership.

I turned on my heel, my loose dress flowing behind me like a rebellious spirit. Shouts and gasps erupted from the assembled guests, shock written on their faces as they watched the bride, a symbol of commitment and unity, being cut off.

I quickly ran towards the imposing wooden doors of the wedding venue, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. The sound of my heartbeat echoed in my ears like war drums, urging me to press forward in my mad dash toward freedom. I pushed open the doors and rushed outside, into the light and the life I deserved.

When I reached the waiting car, Jonathan had already started the engine. Sarah was sitting in the back seat, with an expression of worry and relief on her face. I shouted: "Get up quickly, we have to move now!"

I jumped into the front seat, and Jonathan quickly closed the door. We drive away from the luxurious wedding venue, feeling like I'm leaving behind a world of lies and deceit.

I sat for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. I had done it, I had escaped. I looked at Sarah and said, "Did you take my mother to the hospital?"

Sarah nodded. "Yes, she is in a safe place now. She will receive the care she needs. We will take care of everything else."

I felt so relieved, as if the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew I wouldn't go back to the life that was imposed on me. I was free, finally free.