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43. Orlando Amati
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2024-12-22 07:00:54PIETRO'S POV
.I'd just finished checking the CCTV in my home through my phone and speaking with Aria when Ardo and Carlo walked in. Ardo was smiling ironically. Something was wrong, so I spun my chair around, turning to face him squarely."She ran," Ardo said, laughing. "I sent someone to her house to check on her. And she's gone!" He said waving his hand up while laughing sarcastically."You know where she went?" I asked him."Yeah." He replied taking a seat on one of the empty chairs. "I bugged her wristwatch from last night."It was my turn to laugh. "I think you're very evil, Ardo.""I could say the same about you." He smiled. "Anyway, I really don't mind that she ran. I plan to take care of her bastard ex first. He killed my child.""She said the child was yours?" I couldn't help asking."She didn't deny it either," Ardo replied. "Well, she denied it initially. But then I told her not to lie to me and that was it." He rubbed his knRelated chapters
The Don's Runaway Bride 44. Aria Eppolito
ARIA'S POV.There must be something wrong with me. I must be going mad. How can I love this pathetic life? What happened to being ambitious? To loving myself? To building and striving to become a better version of myself every day.How could I let a man reduce me to something better than a piece of rag? Since my Sir made me say 'I love him', It seems like I became a different person who can't think and have a mind of her own.And when I try to think, It takes so much work and soul searching to access the real me and when I do, I don't get to keep her for too long. Why, why, why?I feel like I'm in another body. I can't seem to remember what my previous life feels like anymore. All I know is that I'm full of gratitude. I'm grateful to my husband for loving me, for caring for me, for being kind to me. I'm grateful because I ought to be grateful even when I don't recall why, I still know that I'm meant to be grateful.How could I be grateful to t
Last Updated : 2024-12-22The Don's Runaway Bride 45. My Sir
I woke up the next morning to see my husband in a towel, walking down the corridor connecting our bedroom to the bathroom. 'Oh, my Greek god of beauty,' a voice screamed internally.When he noticed that I was awake, he stalked over to my side of the bed and kissed me on the forehead, then my lips."Good morning, Amore." He murmured, pushing his fingers into my hair bonnet and stroking my scalp with them.God, the whole room melted away. He became the only existing figure in front of me. "Good morning, Sir," I replied, looking down.With his index finger, he touched my chin and pulled my face up to look at him. "You look at me when we're talking, Amore. You're my wife, not a slave.""Yes sir," I replied, staring at his immaculate face. 'My husband is so thoughtful and so kind and he's perfect.'He pulled me out of the bed. "Time to take a shower." He said.I stood up from the bed and let him undress me. His eyes appraised my body like this was hi
Last Updated : 2024-12-23The Don's Runaway Bride 46. Gone, Gone, Gone...
The days rolled by and Pietro doesn't hesitate to pamper the hell out of me every single opportunity he gets. He treats me like a precious china that he doesn't want to grasp too tight or too loose to avoid breaking, and I enjoyed every bit of it.I had his attention all to myself. I made him happy and he was pleased with me. One morning, I'd woken up to him eating my clit. I felt hazy and orgasmic. Forcing my eyes open, I found the center of my world with his head on my crotch.When he paused and looked up at me, my brain went into an absolute pause. "Amore Mio." He cooed."My Sir," I cooed back, thrilled to be the object of his attention. After giving me two morning orgasms with his mouth and having me suck him off, he brought me breakfast in bed and cued in one of my favorite movies on Crime and Justice. I’d spent the morning watching myself orgasm and learning how to relax my throat to take his cock as deep as he could reach down my throat. The experie
Last Updated : 2024-12-23The Don's Runaway Bride 47. Weirdos
PIETRO'S POV.The next day, I had to meet up with Edoardo. I was now very certain of my position with Aria. She is in a safe place and I felt reassured that nothing in this world would ever take her away from me.It would take a lot to manually undo what I've done. Also, it would take a lot of emotion to try to undo it if anyone deci to explore the emotional route.When I got to my office at one of my clubs in Queensland, I dived into the financial reports, with Carlo filling me up on everything I've missed while on a semi-honeymoon with my wife. We engrossed ourselves with numbers while waiting for Ardo. When I finally heard his grumpy voice outside my office, he sounded totally pissed and when he pushed open my office door, the evidence of his sore mood was all over his facial appearance.He stood in front of me, arms crossed around his chest. "I've been able to retrieve your wife's deleted call logs and messages," Ardo said, surprising us.
Last Updated : 2024-12-24The Don's Runaway Bride 48. Now I know the truth
When my husband got back home, he was furious at someone. Me? It can't be me. I've done nothing but please him. I've been living and breathing for him.But he was furious and I’d never seen him like that before. When he pushed through the door, his eyes were blazing with rage and I was so panicked that my breath stuck in my throat. He seemed to be moving in manic fast-motion. He stalked over to me and his hands closed around my throat, pulling me to my feet. I was struggling to breathe, and my hands were flailing and slapping at his wrists, hoping to pull them away so as to get little air. Finally, He eased up a little bit, just enough to let me breathe. I burst into tears and fell on my knees, close to his feet. "I’m sorry, sir." I started pleading, with no idea of what exactly I did. He pulled out his phone with his free hand and swiped through the screen, angrily. "Who the fuck is this, Amore?" He asked, and he was yelling. I looked at his phone scree
Last Updated : 2024-12-24The Don's Runaway Bride 49. Aria in trouble
PIETRO'S POV.I can't believe this. After everything we've shared, I can't believe Aria would choose someone else over me. She was supposed to be under my rules. She was supposed to be my toy, whore, wife, whatever the hell I want her to be.But within the brink of an eye, she's none of those things anymore. She now had a mind of her own. How, how, how! I made sure to do everything right. I had her exactly where I wanted her. How could she do this? I had to stay up all night to watch her via the CCTV in her cell. She was about to break my hold on her and God help me, I won't let her. She can try all she wants but I won't let her.All I have to do is; leave her in the cell and wait for her to finally realize that I'm the only one that she needs. Leaving her in that cell without sunlight will reset her thoughts. She'll eventually become tired and lonely and give up.With the decision made, I started dressing up for work. After using the telecom to instruct Melody on the day's activiti
Last Updated : 2024-12-24The Don's Runaway Bride 50. Pain
All I could suddenly think of was my wife. I had to eliminate the fools behind me because, distraction or not, they would kill me if they could, and they obviously think they've got me cornered and excited that they might be the ones to end the life of Pietro Eppolito."In your fucking dreams." I spit out.Since the new street was great and perfect for a shootout without the risk of harming Innocent people, they stupidly started shooting at me again.I swung my car around into a one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn to face the blue Ford. Revving my engine, I floored the gas pedal and drove back to meet my pursuers. Their car was almost side by side with mine heading back to meet them. Playing chicken was no longer on my agenda. Yet suddenly, I pushed the pedal to the floor as hard as I could and felt the nose of my car slam into the driver’s side of the blue Ford. 'Good. There's nothing as beautiful as taking them by surprise.' My airbag slammed me back into the seat after that, and
Last Updated : 2024-12-25The Don's Runaway Bride 51. Fallen
ARIA'S POV.When I woke up, I tried to move my legs but I couldn't. Then I tried my hands, I faced the same fate. What's happening? Am I lying down on my stone foam bed in the rusty-smelly cell?I took a deep breath and tried to steady my thoughts. This place doesn't smell like my cell, which means I'm not in my cell. So where am I? What is the last thing I can remember?I shut my eyes against the darkness and tried to remember; I was in my cell, eating a very nasty smelling soup; Pietro's way of trying to break me, making me yearn for the good and tasty meals I've been used to for a while now.I was dead ass hungry and tired. That was the only reason I would eat such a terrible meal. But in between my meal, my cell door was pushed open, and Steve! Oh my god, Steve. Steve came for me. Now I'd started recalling the things that happened. But if Steve came for me, then where am I? I opened my eyes and tried moving my hands again, but there was an excruciating pain. My hands are cuffed!
Last Updated : 2024-12-25
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The Don's Runaway Bride 62. Creating Memories
ARIA'S POV.When I arrived with my luggage, Celia was waiting for me at the airport premises. It had been almost four months since I set my eyes on her, and she looked way thinner but still very much pretty.As she drove us into a small brick apartment, I blinked at the simplicity and comfort of the neighborhood. "I can't believe you'll ever choose to live in a country home," I told her.She smiled. "Desperate times, Aria."We stepped down from the car and I pulled out my box from the back seat. "But you said Zachary signed the papers and he didn't make a fuss. So why leave Zurich?""To start a new life." She replied. "I'd always planned to move to another City or county after the divorce. Also, I ran into someone that made my move, quicker"She said, but paused, "I ran into someone from my past.""Who?""Giuseppe. You remember him, don't you?""The mystery guy you used to talk about all the time. You said you guys broke up." I repl
