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47. Weirdos
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2024-12-24 07:00:35PIETRO'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.Related chapters
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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 : 2024-12-25The Don's Runaway Bride 52. Save Her
PIETRO'S POV.When I walked into my home, I was completely speechless and hurt. Ardo had sent some of the men that were closer to my home, and every single one of them was killed. My housekeeper is dead.The guards at the gate are dead. Nobody was spared except... Angelo, he was nowhere to be found. Ardo was already checking through the computer in my home office, running the CCTV. My men were massacred. Who the hell does this Steve guy think he is? I joined Ardo at my home office and took out my laptop. Then I started scanning the whole house. Unfortunately, most of the CCTV cameras had been destroyed, leaving us with a few hidden ones.Aria had been taken by Steve and I was desperate. I needed to find my wife and the urgency of the whole situation was already boiling up a storm in me. I killed Orlando Amati, and now his son has the woman I love more than anything in this world."Found anything, Ardo?" I asked my brother. My voice was shaking and he turned to me and stared surprisi
Last Updated : 2024-12-26The Don's Runaway Bride 53. For Revenge
ARIA'S POV.I woke up with my brain feeling like it was wrapped in a million layers of hot towels. My mouth was dry, and my muscles were loose and liquid. Fear flooded my body. 'God please, let it be Pietro who has me. Please, please, please, God please.' Seconds ticked by as I laid there, waiting for the fog to clear from my head. Drugged, kidnapped, with no idea where I was, I began to silently pray to God for a miracle.'If Pietro doesn't have me, please let Steve stumble, fall, and perish before he can hurt me.' I kept my eyes closed and started taking a mental inventory of my surroundings. I was on what felt like a firm mattress. The left side of my head was throbbing gently. I wasn't feeling any chains on my body. The air in the room smelled like a mix of strawberries, cinnamon and a dried metals. Also, there was absolute silence.No faint traffic noises, no voices, no movements. While I was still taking these points in, I heard footst
Last Updated : 2024-12-27The Don's Runaway Bride 54. A Beast
A wave of panic threatened to sweep me away. I let out a shaky, hysterical laugh. "You’re sitting there, perfectly calm, having a conversation with me and telling me you’re going to torture and murder me when I’ve never done a thing to you.""Yes." He said, plainly."You were my friend, Steve. At one point, you asked me to be your girlfriend. Don't you remember any of that?" He cocked his head to the side, staring at me in such a creepy disturbing way. "You were supposed to be mine, you belonged to me. Roberto swore it to me." He said."My father?" He nodded. "But then Pietro Eppolito came into the picture and plans changed.""My father would never do that. You don't even know my father."He laughed humorously at me like I was some fool who had no single clue of my surroundings. "You don't know Roberto Kostas and the evil he's capable of."The hair on the back of my neck rose, and every instinct in my body screamed for me to run. But there was nowhe
Last Updated : 2024-12-27The Don's Runaway Bride 55. The Rescue
PIETRO'S POV . "Anything new? Can we run an exfil?" Edoardo asked as he walked in on me, staring at my computer screen. "No," I replied. The property Steve was holding Aria in, was a private property owned by one Kingsley Ryan, who happened to be a ghost because I couldn't seem to find him anywhere. "Fuck," Ardo muttered. "This is going to be a trap." "I know." "I’m guessing you’re still going?" He asked. "I am." He sighed and nodded his head. "Okay, Carlo and I need to figure out the best place to set up our rifle so as to provide you with adequate backup." We stood there in silence, staring at each other, then he tapped me on the shoulder and nodded reassuringly. He was silently comforting me and I was gladly taking it because I was very much at the end of my rope. I had an understanding of what a man like Steve was capable of. I’ve seen what his father did to women, and I had no doubt with the kind of things we've discovered about him and the type of training he'd h
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The Don's Runaway Bride 69. Stockholm Syndrome
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The 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
The Don's Runaway Bride 67. Time To Come Home
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The Don's Runaway Bride 66. Leaving
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The Don's Runaway Bride 64. The Monster In My Head
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The Don's Runaway Bride 63. A peaceful retirement
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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
