The Runaway Bride

Chapter 1 - The things I hate the most

“Ma’am Diane, are you sure you want to leave without saying good bye to Sir Tyler, your Fiancé?” Melinda asked in a wary shuddering voice as she watched me packed my things in my  Louis Vuitton Luggage





Stopping in the midway on my massive rampaging of my clothes from my closet, I turned my direction to glare at her and rolled my eyes
“Hah! Fiancé?!”





I went to my closet and slammed its door right after I grabbed another pile of clothes in my hands. I passed at Melinda and went back to my bedroom once again.. only to turn around to face her 





“You forgot to attach EX before that word!” I said and threw another set of clothes inside my luggage lying on top of my king-sized bed.





 I finally zippered my luggage and hurriedly carried it around furiously while Scarloe (my baby) kept crying on my arms


I right away walked passed Melinda who was standing there helplessly while unconsciously playing with her uniform





“Ma’am, anong sasabihin ko kay Sir Tyler pag nagkataon?” She said




You heard it right. Melinda, one of the household maids of this luxurious manor of the Walton’s, is a pure-bred Filipina. She’s about 57 years old serving the family for almost 10 years now.




“Ma’am” she pleaded while she grabbed one of my arms
“Hindi ba pwedeng pagusapan niyo muna ni Sir? Baka pagod lang siya nun, Ma’am”





I ignored her pleading and yanked away my arms from her and started walking down the hall where it leads you to the stairs 






“Ma’am!” she called out but I still ignored her




“Sayang naman yung pinagsamahan niyo Ma’am.” She added but I still continued my way down the stairs while carrying my Luggage with me




I glanced at my watch only to see I was running late for the last flight for tonight. I sighed and hurriedly made my way down the living room




“Almost three years na din yun Ma’am Diane. Will you throw it all away?”



Three years I thought as I stopped, thinking about those times that I’ve shared with Tyler.




 I took a long deep breath before I said “I need time, Melinda”




then I started walking away once again and finally made my way outside the Manor’s grand door, ignoring Melinda’s loud calling and pleading




I glanced at Scarloe who kept on whining and crying, her nose becoming red across her freckled cute face




“Shh.. Baby, its alright” I said while I kissed her forehead.
“We can leave without your daddy.. we don’t need him.. ” I said while she suddenly stopped crying as if understanding a word coming from my lips




I smiled at her
 “We’re going to be fine” I said while the words tremble itself.




Scarloe surprisingly smiled back at me, flashing me her toothless feature while she poke my cheeks

I forced my self into a smile watching Scarloe intently...and then I noticed.. a tear was rolling down my cheeks  

"Mama" my baby said in a soft whisper



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Despite having the looks, the body, the brain and the luxury in life. Being spoiled by the family where money was never been the problem, I, Diane Bustamante, had a perfect life.




Take note, HAD.





I always get what I wanted, From my basic needs down to my undying price-crazed wants. Just one swipe on my credit card, and I’ll have it all--- the sky is the limit





Men? Oh, they are all wrapped around my fingers, begging for a glimpse of my beauty




But despite all the good traits and those things that a lot of women my age would envy me for.. I still have things that I despise about my self




There are actually Five things..




First, is my name. don’t get me wrong.. I love how it sounds but.. its just too plain



“Diane” and nothing else attach to it but my family name afterwards.. while my three brothers have those “Sosyal” names that sound so fetch when it rings




Christian Dominique
Franco Iñigo
Darren Ezeekiel




See what I mean? While mine is just a 5-letter-name with one heck of a syllable and it sucks





Second is my hair. Sometimes I love it but most of the time I hate it. My hair is naturally curly that when I was younger, you could compare it to the 90’s telephone wire. Again, being spoiled rotten by Dad I had it rebonded, but sometimes its just so annoying when its wavy, frizzy and dry.





I want it straight but I don’t want it TOO straight that it looks like a mop but then again, when I want it curly, it doesn’t last long and becomes annoyingly wavy





Third is my height, I stand 180cm (5’11) and almost nearing 6 feet. I love my height when im standing next to my co-models (I used to be a commercial and print model in the Philippines before)






but when im next to my friends, who are not that tall, and men, who can’t comply with my height, I looked like a “Kapre”. Nonetheless, the prettiest Kapre of all (minus my vain-gloriousness)




 Fourth is my Boobs. I don’t think its too small but it too… normal. Not big not small, just plain boobies with an average size which sometimes irritates me. I used to appreciate it that much but right now? I don’t think I could even flaunt it





and fifth, the last yet the most stupid is “Falling head over heels to Tyler”. Yeah, Tyler, my Fiancé.. or rather EX fiancé. It’s stupid, I know and I still consider it stupid even until today.





I’m Diane Bustamante.. I could get any guy that I wanted. The Azkal’s field goaler, Showbiz’ hottest man, The young engineer, The famous photographer, The largest bar owner, The Penshoppe/Bench Model, The son of CEO, The heir to a long-running successful business, The son of the senators, governors--- you name it! But here I am, falling in love with someone like him, like Tyler Walton. A selfish, boastful, mischievous, manwhore in the entire face of the planet




He’s also the main reason why I started hating my boob size. Ever since he started working and managing their family business, he had this slutty secretary on his office who often flaunts around her D-cup boobies right through my Fiancé’s face and I know Tyler can not resist that. I know him!




That’s the main reason why I wanted to tie him down on our marriage and to secure Scarloe wont be Fatherless while growing up.  I wanted us to be husband and wife officially, in the eyes of God.



 I was happy to know that after Scarloe’s 1st birthday, he finally proposed again to me.. and we were supposed to march on the church’s aisle in the next four months. I thought it’ll be perfect to finally wear a white wedding gown with all those flower girls, bridesmaid, ring bearer .. and to watch my mom in a teary eyed phase saying how much I’ve grown up..




I pictured out everything perfectly inside my head but it all was shattered a week ago. He was rarely home at that time and when he was, He’ll be dead tired on our bed. He was also becoming less passionate when kissing my cheek before he leaves the manor for work. I slowly thought that maybe he was just too busy





But one night.. when he came home he suddenly asked me to postpone OUR wedding next year.




To say that I was infuriated would be the understatement of the year! I was mad as hell that I started screaming at him….




“Hah! You thought I’d never knew huh? You!!!” I said pointing my index finger to his hard chiseled chest




“You’re delaying our wedding because you’re cheating on me!! Gosh!! We already have Scarloe!! Yet you’re still being a manwhore, Tyler!! Don’t be selfish and think of Scarloe!!” I said as I gritted my teeth




“UGGHH!” Tyler grunted and ran his hands through his hair while he was walking back and forth before finally facing me with those furious eyes of his




 “For pete’s sake, Diane!! Grow the fuck up!!” I flinched as he grabbed both of my shoulders angrily. He always mention my complete name when he’s mad. He always call me Dee before but at the times like this? I dont know anymore

“Stop putting Scarloe into this! Stop being selfish!!”




“Of course Scarloe’s into this.. She’s my Baby—ours!! We’ve been living together for 3 years, Tyler!! Three-fucking-years!! Yet we’re still unwed!!” I shouted while attempting to free myself from Tyler’s tight grip on my shoulders




“And who’s selfish?! ME?! How could you say that to me, Tyler!! You were barely home and if you were, you’re always tired--- tired of me!!” Tears were slowly taking over my eyes and my knees were starting to tremble but I tried my best to stop and insist that im too tough to cry..




I wont give him the satisfaction I thought while my hands were clenched at both of my side




“Oh, Give me a break, Diane!! You’re still suspecting Im cheating on you through Rebecca right?”



Rebecca. Yeah. His slutty secretary’s name is Rebecca. The one who’s boob size was a Full D-cup




Just by hearing her name made my eye rolled in annoyance. I could even smell that cheap flirty allure she sprays around her. One word? YUCK!



“See? I knew it!!!”



I glared at him while I finally freed my self away from his metal grip





“Don’t be such a brat! You think too highly of yourself, Tyler Walton” I said
He chuckled bitterly while he ran shook his head


“I’m a brat?! Look who’s talking..”

I bit my lower lip before walking out of Tyler.

I had enough of this bullshit I thought furiously as I turned the knob of the door




I was about to make my way out of the door when suddenly he grabbed my wrist roughly tight and slammed the door behind me





“Sex right? We haven’t had sex in awhile.. is that what you want? Is that it?!” he said as his left hand forcefully pulled my wrist upward, just above my head while He started kissing me roughly on my lips, crushing and sucking my lower lip with his.




A shiver made goosebumps appear on my light brown skin and I knew He felt it, for he smirked slowly, his lips tugging in the corner. He leaned his body closer, the weight crushing my tiny frame





His other hand started roaming around my body, groping and touching it in the hardest way possible while he pushed a knee up between my highs to move my right knee aside, then, he violently pulled my shorts, the friction of it was unbearable!





I flinched when he licked and bit one of my earlobes. I closed my eyes, my breathing was uneven. Biting my lip to repress a moan, my skin tingled as Tyler’s hand slid down from my now bare shoulder to the side of my full 36A bust and down to my hip, his touch was sinfully warm, eliciting wild sensations.





I tried to struggle while he started kissing my neck.
“Stop!!” I pleaded





from that moment I felt like I was violated, I felt like I was being raped by my own Fiancé as he forcefully laid me down on our bed while he still kept kissing me and undressing me with his free hands





I remained speechless, trying, with severe difficulty, to collect my scattered thoughts. But Tyler smirked against my skin which made my fear and confusion increased. The smirk was obviously twisted in his perfect sculpted face





This isn’t Tyler
I cried, tears were cascading down my soft cheeks, feeling helpless and ashame as he finally unhooked my bra exposing to him my 36A bust





When he was about to remove his shirt over his head, he finally noticed that I was crying … while I covered my eyes with my bare palm







“Shit!” I heard him hissed
before I felt him stood up away from me, I sat on top of the bed while I tried to cover my breast with the bed’s mattress, trying desperately to search for my dignity while tears continued sliding down my cheeks






“I’m --- I’m.. “ He said trying to search for the right words to utter while he desperately search for my eyes for him to gaze but it never came, I sat there while looking down at my state




  “Fuck!!” He ran his hands to his hair once more and consequently, walked out from the room while I was left there…. Alone, half naked on top of our huge bed




I, Diane Bustamante, is the most crooked woman in the entire planet