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The Don's Runaway Bride
Last Updated : 2025-01-11
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Synopsis
Dark Romance
First-Person POV
Dominant
Hate to Love
Love after Marriage
Revenge
Runaway Bride/Groom
"I ran away on my wedding day..." I'm forced to pay for the sins of my father. An arranged marriage to the Mad Prince for the life of my father, the Mayor. Sometimes it amuses him to give me pleasure so intense I think I’ll die. He said I'm his property, to do as he pleases and he's the only one allowed to hurt me in a good way. So, he'll keep me locked up until the last day of my life. Luckily, help finally came but even help could not save me from Pietro Eppolito. PIETRO: I’ve been tagged a lot of things; Beast, Reaper, Killer, Monster, Psychopath, Murderer, Mad Prince, and several others. Sadly, the mayor’s daughter decides to make me a person of interest in her little journal. Now she’s on my radar and all I want to do is ruin her. Maybe that’s the only way I would spare her father, who happens to be my next prey.
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The Don's Runaway Bride 74. Let me go
Pietro didn't return in three hours nor five or even seven hours. At least, that was how long it took before I finally fell asleep. But that was after one of the guards informed me via the intercom that he would be back late.I’m not sure how much time passed, but when I woke, it was still dark outside, and I was still in bed alone. Pietro, still missing. Grabbing my robe and wrapping it around my body, I left for the sitting room.Almost at the foot of the stairs, I spotted his broad shoulders at the mini bar counter. He was seated on one of the chairs with his back to me. I watched as he lifted a glass to his lips and took a big gulp. The clink of ice made me nervous. This was the first time I’d seen him with alcohol, and the way he was quickly downing it sent alarm bells all through me. Is he going through a hard time?Stepping down the stairs, I walked to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Are you okay?" I couldn't think of what else to do to provide him comfort.He squeez
Last Updated : 2025-01-11The Don's Runaway Bride 73. Unforgivable
The warehouse was placed far from the city because we needed privacy. Most of our warehouses are built and located this way. When I stepped inside, Roberto Kostas' body was dripping blood from the arm, shoulder, back, and thigh. I knew it, there is nothing peaceful and harmless when it comes to Edoardo. Roberto's protruding stomach lay in front as his chained hands and legs held his body in place. "The fuck is this, Ardo?" I asked, walking up to him.He was seated, cross-legged, facing my father-in-law, a plier in hand. The fucker wanted to get started with the man's fingers. Fucking monster."Just peaceful, harmless questioning," Ardo replied, face focused on his prey."There's nothing peaceful about all that blood." I pointed out and he shrugged.I sighed and walked over to Roberto. I tapped his face to get his attention and his body jumped, terrified. Then he looked up and smiled once he saw me."Pietro my son." He called, weakly."Don't call me that, Roberto," I told him. "I'm
Last Updated : 2025-01-10The Don's Runaway Bride 72. Roberto Kostas
The night was so beautiful. We slept off in the poolside room. I woke up sometime before midnight and carried my wife to our room; snuggling so close, my nose in her curls, I dozed off again.When Aria woke up in the morning, she met me in the bathroom, preparing our bath. "Good morning Mr. Eppolito." She murmured, striking a pose across the doorway."Good morning, Mrs. Eppolito." I replied, closing the distance between us and giving her a kiss.She let out a muffled laugh and walked over to the sink to brush her teeth.Our morning was the best thing ever. When I ran the washcloth over her body. I felt the joy in my heart. This is real. This is happening. This is all I could ever dream of; me, here, kneeling and bathing my Angel. After bathing her thoroughly, I stroked the washcloth between her legs, and her moan was a sweet symphony, "I want to lick your pussy, Amore-" "Yes, please," she was begging before I could finish speaking. "I love it when you lick me." I carried her out
Last Updated : 2025-01-10The Don's Runaway Bride 71. Vunerability
When I got back, my wife was lounging at the in-house pool dressed in only her panties and nothing else. Her nipples poked up at... at me, and she had a sunshade on.A lot has happened since Steve. My brother and I moved our tents to a more secure location. Our properties are in Beshet town, just on the outskirts of Oakville.There is security, enough to disarm a fleet and standby backup that could get here in less than a minute or two.As I stared at my wife, all I feel is gratitude. Gratitude to her father because he made our paths cross. She is like the staff that calms me.When she caught sight of me at the doorway, she pulled out a simple dress on slipped it on. My cock whined in severe disappointment. I ignored the little look of triumph in her eyes as she pulled off her glasses. She intentionally did that. She had it all planned out. Such a conniving beauty.When I walked up to her, I gave her a kiss on the forehead and she hummed something inaudible. Shit! I'm finally doing
Last Updated : 2025-01-08The Don's Runaway Bride 70. Breakthrough
Pietro's shirt was soaked with sweat. I press back against him, soaking in his scent and the musk of his arousal. He pressed his lips against my ear, and his hot breath seared my flesh."You see, baby. You belong to me. Your body, your orgasms, and everything about you. I am branded onto every part of your body. It goes deeper than that, even. I literally own you. How could you ever think you can escape me when I am part of you now.""Pietro." I gasped."Shhh," he whispered. "I'll see a psychiatrist when we're done with Steve. If that would make you happy. I'll do anything you want. You just have to stay with me."God, I'm going to drown in Pietro's big demons and if I don't save myself now, it would be too late..PIETRO'S POVMy wife stared at me wide-eyed. Of course, she knew there was no need to fight me or try to escape again.We're way past that now, and she already has a picture of how it will end. I held her tighter, closer, inhaling her scent and feeling her softness."Amore
Last Updated : 2025-01-07The Don's Runaway Bride 69. Stockholm Syndrome
He was expecting me to just hand my phone to him. I was aware of what would happen to me if I refused to give him the phone. But as shameful as it may sound, I wanted that. I’ve been craving it ever since Steve took me away from him. To put my want in motion, I shot out of my seat, my purse firmly clutched in my hand, I started heading toward the restrooms in the back. He chased after me and caught me halfway down. My purse fell to the ground, and I let out a false cry. He captured my wrists in one hand and easily tied them together with his necktie. Then he took out my cell phone and dropped it on the floor, squashing it several times and shattering it in the process. "You idiot. I bought that phone barely three weeks ago." I howled. "Oh so sad," He faked out. "Do you want to cry now?" Goddammit, I was wet for this man. Even his cruel words turned me on so fucking much. I'm damaged!Suddenly, he bent my arms painfully and steered me down to a co
Last Updated : 2025-01-06The Don's Runaway Bride 68. Airborne
I shook my head. "No. I can’t live like this, Pietro. You need to let me out of this car, now. You need to let me live my life."I grabbed at the door handle, but of course, it was locked. "I can’t. It’s not safe out there for you. I lost a couple of my men when Steve attacked our home. The backup that came fast enough were killed too. I'm trying to build up enough defense to shield us for the time being, until we track Steve down.""Kidnapping me again isn't the solution." I reasoned."I'm not kidnapping you, Amore. I let you go because I knew you needed that time away. Both of us do. Now I've realized my mistakes and I'm going to right all my wrongs. It's a promise."A wave of ice crashed over me. "So, you're not letting me go? We can't end this sham of a marriage?""Not if I'm still alive, Amore.""Then I'll kill you.""That sounds refreshing. But baby I promise you, I'm going to change. I'll work hard to earn your love and trust again. But I can't let you let you go." He grabbed m
Last Updated : 2025-01-05The Don's Runaway Bride 67. Time To Come Home
The night was close to the worse ones I always had in that shitty cell in Pietro's home. I barely slept all through. I kept waking up, checking the windows and the doors for any sign of a break-in.Finally, it was morning and I barely slept up to an hour. Once Celia left to check her new space and made me promise to go with her to see the space tomorrow, I pulled on bootcut jeans and a knitted top. And pushed Pietro's ring into my finger to help scare away randy men. I'd removed it when I got to the airport in Queensland. Then I tucked my taser and pepper spray in my purse, and managed to fit in three pocket knives: one in my purse, the second inside my boot, and the third was clutched together with my purse since it was customized to look like a cute key holder.With shaking hands, I scribbled a note for Celia and dropped about ten thousand dollars for her beside the note. I told her how grateful I was for everything she’d done for me and promised that I'd be back soon and I was onl
Last Updated : 2025-01-04The Don's Runaway Bride 66. Leaving
I almost drowned, almost!But Max held me up and let out a silly crackle of laughter that I was forced to join him while scanning my eyes around, trying not to look too obvious. I saw nothing; no one seemed out of place. I guess I didn't have the capacity to decipher these sorts of things.After a while, I asked, "Did Pietro send you?" He smiled, so sweet, so calm like we were two innocent kids with absolutely nothing to worry about. "Angelo sent me." He replied."What?" I mouthed. "That's crazy." He nodded in agreement. "But why? How? I mean..." I paused. "All of this seems like a coincidence. You own a grocery store, and you just opened a lovely restaurant on Bristen.""Your friend, we've been keeping an eye on her." That was all he said."Why?" I repeated."My family just struck a business deal with Pietro Eppolito." He replied, directing me on how to stabilize my floating technique. "It's a long story and time's short. I'm going to call out a number for you and you have to do wel
Last Updated : 2025-01-04
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Prologue
Today is the worst day of my life!Maybe I should rephrase that. Today is one of the worst days of my life. Because I’m very certain that with my present predicament, there will be days worse than this.As the Mayor’s smart-ass daughter and the youngest professor in De-Queens College, I was popular among my peers and well-celebrated. When I got the opportunity to share my thoughts about the struggles our dear town was facing in a four-page journal, I poured out my heart, focusing my writing on the ‘one man’ I shouldn’t have talked about.The journal got flagged down, of course, and its publication halted indefinitely. But the damage had been done, and unknown to me, the man I wrote about was worse than I thought and he neither forgives, nor does he forget.Pietro Eppolito is the devil that has tormented our city for the longest. He is a beast, a demon, even. Ruthless, merciless, bloody, monstrous. He kills for a living and he has turned our city into his den and my father, the Mayor o...
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