The Bravest Bride : Escape The Wedding!

Lunar rushed out of the hotel as fast as she could, leaving behind the high heels she had worn to enhance her appearance. They had become an obstacle, making it difficult for her to take each step. Time was of the essence, as the makeup artist was surely stalling for her.

"Lunar!"

She heard Sora's and Nico's voices calling out to her. Escaping from them was truly frustrating. She had no desire to marry a traitor like Nico.

"Oh, gosh... What should I do?"

In the parking basement, she frantically searched for a hiding place, moving slowly and crouching to ensure complete concealment.

Drap, drap, drap...

She could hear the sound of hurried footsteps on the basement floor coming to a stop. It indicated that the person chasing her had ceased running, and the last sound she heard was not far from her current location.

She knelt on the floor and peered over one of the cars to see where Nico and Sora were heading. This way, she could determine where to dodge.

"Lunar, you better come out now. Don't ruin the wedding ceremony. Our family's good name will be tarnished, and Father and Mother will be deeply disappointed by your actions."

Two pairs of legs appeared from beyond the car she was using as cover. Lunar lifted her head cautiously, supporting her crouched body by holding onto the back of the car.

Hearing Sora mention their parents made her ponder. Although she had not chosen this marriage, she still didn't want to disappoint anyone, especially their parents.

But Nico was not the person he appeared to be. If only someone would believe her words and call off the wedding, she wouldn't even consider running away.

She didn't know where to go next. The only place she went to every day was home, where the family gathered. After this, she would be wandering the streets in her wedding dress. People would think she had gone mad for failing to get married.

Having moved to hide behind another car, she was taken aback when the trunk suddenly moved, prompting her to quickly move away.

She was unsure how to close the trunk without drawing attention from Sora and Nico. The sound of footsteps grew closer, and with nowhere else to hide, she decided to conceal herself within the trunk, using a dark cloth found inside to cover her entire body.

She hoped that her location wouldn't be discovered by anyone. No one could fathom how fast her heart was racing at that moment.

The car door opened and closed, signifying that someone had just stepped inside. Lunar expected it to be Sora and Nico, but it turned out to be a mistake.

Lunar was startled when she heard a voice close to her head. There was someone near her. It seemed the person had just placed something, although she couldn't discern what it was exactly.

"Did the blanket open like this?"

Lunar widened her eyes as an unfamiliar voice commented on the blanket she had used to cover herself. Would she be discovered so soon? She hoped whoever it was didn't recognize her. She just wanted to escape from the hotel as quickly as possible.

Simultaneously, the car door sounded again.

"Just put the suitcase down, why is it taking so long?"

Lunar realized there were two people present now—one with a soft voice and another with a deep, masculine voice. It was not the time for her to imagine what a man with a deep voice looked like.

She refocused on the hope that her whereabouts would remain unknown, inhaling and exhaling slowly to avoid arousing suspicion.

"I'll close the trunk of the car immediately, Sir."

A loud noise resonated afterward—the sound of the car trunk being closed. Lunar cautiously peeked out to assess the situation.

She heard the screeching sound of a car, which carried her away. She had managed to escape from Nico and Sora, but now she was trapped in the trunk of a car and couldn't get out!

Her life couldn't end there, not after running away from an unwanted marriage. She had to free herself as soon as possible to avoid a ridiculous demise. But how could she escape from the car trunk?

She slowly felt around in the trunk, hoping to find something that could help her. She couldn't remain curled up for long and survive in the stuffy room. The narrow and dark space made it increasingly difficult to breathe, and her body, unable to move freely, started to cramp.

Desperate, she searched for anything that could assist her. Among the scattered contents of the small suitcase beside her, she discovered an opening. It wasn't clear what was inside, but she could imagine what she was holding. The owner of the suitcase was quite cunning, as it contained women's underwear.

She tried to find a positive aspect to the situation. Perhaps the man with the suitcase had a girlfriend, especially considering the car was parked at the hotel. It was no longer surprising. Though she had no regrets about escaping the wedding, she had mistakenly hidden herself in the trunk of the wrong car.

Besides the underwear and cosmetic tools, she couldn't find anything else of use. In a burst of frustration, she pounded on the trunk lid, hoping someone would hear her and help. She also shouted for the trunk to be opened immediately.

***

Arkan was a well-known businessman in the city. Having just finished a meeting with a client at a hotel, he closed the document he had been reading and took off his glasses before closing his eyes. He merely wanted to rest for a moment, but a sound coming from the trunk of his car caught his attention. It had been persistently loud, as if someone were pounding and screaming. He turned his head to look at the back of the car, which appeared normal. There were no other cars behind them. So why was there a noise coming from there?

"Are you okay, Sir?" Secretary Ham, who was driving the car, asked.

"Do I look okay?"

Arkan anxiously awaited a satisfactory answer from his secretary, as he felt strange at that moment.

"You look a little pale, Sir."

Arkan cleared his throat and loosened his tie. "Seems like I need to rest a bit," he said, reclining his seat.

When the noise returned, Arkan observed his secretary's expression to ensure that what he heard was not just a figment of his imagination. Secretary Ham seemed focused on driving.

In the end, Arkan managed to ignore the unfamiliar voice that had disturbed him. He gently massaged his ears, hoping the noise would soon dissipate.

A few moments later, they arrived in front of the office building. A crowd of journalists had already gathered, eager to obtain information about his sudden marriage announcement.

It didn't bother Arkan, as he had made up his mind to marry Raya in the near future. Their relationship had been going on for a long time, but he had only recently decided to announce it publicly.

Secretary Ham exited the car first and opened the door for Arkan.

Arkan stepped out of the car and walked toward the office building. But after just a few steps, the journalists swarmed around him. He had to retreat for safety, returning to the car until the situation calmed down.

Once again, he heard a noise coming from the back, even though there was no one there. Were the voices coming from the reporters? It seemed he should check his health after this. The workload might be causing his hallucinations to worsen.

As he glanced out the window, he noticed the previously boisterous crowd suddenly fall silent. Everyone's gaze was fixed in one direction—the back of the car. They began walking toward the trunk. Curiosity piqued, Arkan stepped out of the car to see what was happening.

As he joined the crowd, everyone dispersed. Secretary Ham promptly opened the trunk, revealing the source of the noise. Their eyes widened as they saw someone inside, including Arkan, who was taken aback to find a stranger in his car trunk.

"I almost... died..." gasped the foreign woman, her body drenched in sweat as she struggled to catch her breath. She clumsily climbed out of the trunk, her movements unsteady.

Arkan instinctively caught her body as she almost fell. Avoiding eye contact, he glanced at the scattered contents of his luggage inside the trunk. Secretary Ham quickly closed the trunk, preventing any journalists from taking photos. Then, he helped the woman, who was still leaning on Arkan, to stand upright.

"I—Is this woman the intended wife?" one of the journalists asked after assessing her appearance. Unbeknownst to anyone, this question would lead to a public misunderstanding that would impact the lives of the two individuals involved.