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The Don's Runaway Bride 85. Home
The next time I woke up, the room was dark, and the first thing I did when my brain became coherent enough to think was push the morphine button off the bed. I heard a sweet, feminine laughter, and I knew Aria had caught me. "You’re a stubborn man, Pietro." "I am, my love. Now get over here and give me a kiss or I might not forgive you for drugging me." She laughed again and walked over to me, climbing onto the bed beside me. When she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. It was a brief annoying kiss that I was not going to have. I brought my hand up and cupped the back of her head, forcing her closer as my tongue parted her lips. She gave a soft moan of protest, but I ignored her because the taste and feel of her was far better than any medicine the doctors could give me. But she refused to give me what I wanted. So I gave her bottom lip a soft bite and whispered, "Don’t keep yourself from me. I need you, Angel. Please give me what I need." This time when I slid my tongue b
Last Updated : 2025-01-19The Don's Runaway Bride 86. Too long
"So when is sex okay?" I asked Dr. Darin. "Oh my god," Aria whispered. I gave her a wink and clasped her hand in mine while I waited for the doctor to answer. "The most important thing is to listen to your body and you’ll have to take it easy and stick to positions that are comfortable."Aria was blushing by the time the doctor said, "Oral sex should be the best option in the first few days and then you can move to other aspects of sex from there." I looked down at Aria and gave her a wink. "Perfect to me, Doc, thanks.""You're welcome. And don’t get freaked out if you have trouble sustaining an erection. It’s a very common side effect of pain medications."I turned to my wife and smiled. "Now you see why I pushed the damn thing away?" They all laughed, including Edoardo, who was there to take us home. "Thanks for saving my life," I said, turning to Dr. Darin."My pleasure." We shook hands, and he shook Aria's hand, too, and said, "You need to make sure you’re getting plenty of res
Last Updated : 2025-01-19The Don's Runaway Bride 87. Betrayed
The next couple of weeks was heaven on earth. True to her words, Aria took care of me like I was a fucking baby.Carlo called every day to keep me up to date about my businesses. While Edoardo finally decided it was time he set out his own path and find his own happiness.Aria and I fell into a routine. She let me do the cooking while she hung around the kitchen in case I needed her help. But the both of us knew exactly why she had to stay close to the kitchen.She pampered me and made me feel love that I never knew existed. Everything was perfect, until... it wasn't. I woke up that morning to absolute silence. There was no sign of Aria in our bedroom, living room, and kitchen. By the time I scanned through the whole house, she was nowhere to be found.I returned to our bedroom, and only then did I notice the note lying on the bedside drawer placed on her side of the bed. Picking it up quickly, I read through it;.*My Dearest Pietro,*By the time you find this, I’ll already be gone.
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EDOARDO'S POV.I listened as the sound of Pietro's footsteps hit my living room floor. I knew he would come. He would definitely find out. I was waiting for him anyway. Barely a second later, he pushed into the door of my home office. The door flew open, hitting the wall with a loud bang, but I didn’t flinch because I'd been expecting this confrontation. I had even braced myself for it, but the anger radiating off Pietro seemed more intense than I anticipated. His chest was heaving as if he had run a marathon. “It was you." He said. "You helped her leave,” he added, pointing an accusing finger at me. I rose slowly from my chair, setting the glass of whiskey I was sipping aside. “I did,” I replied calmly, and that seemed to infuriate Pietro further. “You knew she was planning this, and you didn’t tell me?” His fists clenched at his sides. “You let her walk out of my life; a life that I've built around her. You let her walk out of it, and you didn’t say a damn word?” I struggl
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CELIA'S POV.I was able to ply my pitiful-looking Kia Rondo down the dusty road leading to Oakville. Getting Laurette Brisk, the famous lifestyle influencer, to agree to partner with me to relaunch my own beauty line was something out of the movies. So when she suggested we meet, I didn’t mind being given a time and venue. Oakville was about a hundred and twenty miles away from my new home, yet I didn’t mind. Once I saw the sign indicating that I’d arrived at Oakville, I felt like shedding tears of joy. I was just a few minutes away from realizing my dream.I had just passed almost twenty minutes of absolute nothing, just endless rolling hills and soybean fields and occasional dilapidated buildings when I realized my car needed gas.I used my phone to check for the closest gas station and turned my car in that direction immediately. A few minutes into the drive, I lost the signal. There was zero cell service.I continued down the path and let out a breath of relief when I saw a gas
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He hurled me over his shoulder and started toward the side of the gas station where a black car was readily in wait. I screamed, yelled, scratched his back, yet nothing. Well, I might as well be hitting a brick wall. The area was deserted, there was no one to help, and my screams weren't getting me anywhere. There was nothing hurried about his steps; he took his time, and when we got to the car, he threw me in the back seat and filed in behind me. "Drive." He said, and that was it, his driver or whoever the robotic-looking man was, started the car. "How... What are you doing here?" I asked him, frantic. "How did you know where I was?" He didn’t answer right away, instead, he leaned back in his seat and said, "I've been keeping tabs on you. There is this thing called a tracker. Since you chose to run from me, I had to be creative." I knew that must be the situation, but it still took my breath away. "You're kidnapping me, why?" I asked breathlessly. "Because I told you, Celia. If
Last Updated : 2025-01-21The Don's Runaway Bride 91. Your body won't lie to me
We drove down a clear road, surrounded by mountains and hills, and then through cave-like closings."Where are you taking me?" I asked, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. "I’m taking you home," Edoardo said, and he looked at me with that goddamn devastating crooked grin. "This is not the road to my home," I said, my fingers nervously circling around my ring finger, feeling the absence of a ring on it. I saw him flick his eyes over to me, and there was something almost predatory in that lazy, easy smile. "It is now," he said. I tried not to look at the muscles in his arms or how his legs were spread carelessly open. What the fuck is he planning to do with me. We finally broke through the cave-like closings and took the next turn that brought us into some sort of driveway that led directly to the big gate of his home. My hands trembled slightly as Edoardo pulled the car door open for me. I silently followed him, in awe of my surroundings and the colossal wealth, that was be
Last Updated : 2025-01-21The Don's Runaway Bride 92. Plan A, Plan B
It was an older man, probably in his 50s with a tanned face. “I thought I saw you drive through from the hills and I decided to check it out.” The man said. Edoardo smiled, walked across the room, and shook hands with the man while I stood beside the console table. I utilized the opportunity to pull out the car key I saw the driver drop on a hook earlier. Curving to the side, I lifted my dress behind and stuffed the key inside my panties.“Lax, meet my wife.” And then the older man did look gobsmacked, his jaw dropped open. He pointed to Edoardo's Television and asked, “The very same? Flesh and blood?”Edoardo nodded. “Flesh and blood.” I followed Lax’s pointed finger and finally saw what he was pointing at. I hadn’t noticed the framed images of myself and Edoardo on the TV console. My mind must have been so crowded that I failed to notice.Edoardo came back to me and pulled me along, “Meet Lax, the Police Chief.” He introduced us. Then he told Lax, “She’s been so eager to meet y
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The Don's Runaway Bride 123. Family is everything
I was smiling when I pushed into our bedroom where my wife had been strapped down to a couch in the last couple of minutes. The fact that we had the whole family around for a visit did absolutely nothing to stop our crazy selves from doing what we wanted.They were all in the living room with the new housekeeper, taking care of them while I got my wife all to myself until we decide to come out or not. They knew better than to force us to come out. My wife looked up when I came into the bedroom. She was naked; her legs were spread open with a vibrator inserted inside her, making her squirm nonstop with need. The vibrator was set to go for forty seconds at a time, at a slow pace. Then it would stop for a minute before starting up again. Just enough to get her desperately aroused, but not enough to make her come. Very slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt as she glared at me. "This isn’t fair, Sir," she was panting. "Oh, that's too bad." I mocked her with my tone and my eyes. I carefully f
The Don's Runaway Bride 122. Always yours
PIETRO'S POV.The last couple of weeks have been hell for me, living without Aria and uncertain if she was going to come back to me or not.I've learned to take life one day at a time. Once, I'd threatened Edoardo and forced him to reach out to her. But she drove an invisible dagger into my heart when she said she didn't want to speak to me.I absolved myself into work and being a better version of myself while keeping hopes up that she'd have a change of mind, eventually. We were still married by law and I'll be damned if I agree to a divorce.Opening the front door, I was met by my new housekeeper, Erica. She pointed to my study. “You have... There's someone, she's in there, waiting for you.” She blabbed."Who?" I asked, frowning.She reduced her voice to a whisper when she replied. "Your wife sir." My briefcase slipped off my fingers and I paid not even the slightest attention to it as I ran to my study. The door was unlocked so I pushed it in.My wife, the very bane of my existe
The Don's Runaway Bride 121. Happy Married Life
I rolled out of bed the next morning, so sore that I could barely walk. But I knew I needed one thing, and that was coffee. And even though I was too sore to make it myself. I had no choice but to locate the kitchen. But as thoughtful as the Eppolito brothers were, there was a housekeeper already cooking up a storm."Good morning, Mrs. Eppolito." She greeted me when I entered the kitchen."Hi, good morning. Uhm, I'm Celia, and you?""Erica." She replied."Great. Can you... I'd like a cup of coffee with half and half. Is that possible?" "Coming right away, Ma'am," Erica replied.I took a seat on one of the kitchen stools, grateful for the soft padding of the seat. I waited patiently for my coffee. The coffee was ready in less than three minutes. I was just finishing the last sip when I heard Edoardo shouting, "Celia. Celia. CELIA!" I didn’t even have a chance to call back when I heard him kicking the door of the bedroom we slept in, open, slamming it against the wall."I can’t find
The Don's Runaway Bride 120. Honeymoon Suite
My legs were starting to ache from dancing, Edoardo looked at me and shook his head. "Let’s go," he said, pointing me to the garage."Where?" I asked. "Everyone is still here," I said, spotting Pietro in a friendly chat with Lax and a couple of other men. Papa was still dancing and eating cake. Freda and Dorcas were telling a group of women some interesting story that got them hooked."It's our night baby," Edoardo said, turning me around to face the direction of the garage. "I want to go someplace calm and sink myself inside you all night."My mouth opened slightly, and he jerked his head toward the garage. My ass was too sore to contemplate disobeying him again tonight. After driving through steep roads, hills, and endless curves, we arrived at a calm, gigantic home, completely isolated from the streets. There were security manning the gate and the house itself."Is this yours?" I asked as we drove in."No, it belongs to Pietro and Aria." He replied.He parked the car and I tried
The Don's Runaway Bride 119. More than I could ever put in words
Immediately I felt his hard cock on the small of my back; I knew both of us had lost the battle.I lost the strength to fight him and he lost the determination to punish me. I felt the exact moment he lost his control; his breath got ragged, and he sighed regrettably."Fucking stop running away, please." He said giving up. "If anything happens to you, I won't survive it." He added.And the tears stung my eyes. Edoardo's love for me has always defied superficial understanding. Our relationship had been the best thing ever. We loved each other recklessly. Until I left him because of my terrible father.His dick continued pressing into my naked ass. Then I heard a zipper and the feel of his hot cock between my legs. He shoved my thighs apart roughly, his hands a sharp slap on my legs to make me move them faster. "Open," he growled. I gasped at the feeling as he shoved his dick through my legs and into my pussy. His cock pushed, ripped, tore through, and filled me. I couldn’t lie anymo
The Don's Runaway Bride 118. An Extreme punishment
Today's plan was successful. I took the woods instead of the road. So, no one would have thought it wise to check the woods just yet. I contemplated my situation. I was all alone in the woods, and I had no goddamn clue where I was. Why the fuck had I thought this plan would work. I turned in another direction and began to maneuver through the trees. Panic began to rise in my chest as the branches tore at my arms and dress. "Surely the house was back that way. So the road must be this way."An owl hooted nearby, making me almost jump out of my skin. The trees all formed thick canopies, making the wood quite dark. And then I saw a shape come out behind a tree at me.I screamed my lungs out. My voice was high-pitched and alarming. But with a gasp of relief, I realized that it was my husband. "Edoardo." I cried, my heart pounding. "Hello, baby," he said, his voice was like ice. "You scared the fuck out of me," I said, inadequately. "And I’m going to do much more than that pretty so
The Don's Runaway Bride 117. One last time
It was the morning of our wedding. The house was already packed. The servant quarters were buzzing with activity, and Papa was the first to get dressed. I had climbed down the stairs to see what the whole noise and cheers were all about. Only to find out that they were cheering Papa. I backed away to the stairs and turned right into Edoardo's broad chest. "It’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." Hollered Aunt Dorcas from the room, but Edoardo only laughed. "It will only be bad luck for anyone who tries to keep me from her after today." He said. And his eyes were so bright when he looked at me, devouring me, that my breath caught in my throat and I didn’t think I could run away from him again, whether he consumed me or not. I left for my room and he stepped aside, giving me a sweet smile. The next few hours went on, with Freda getting me ready and wearing a very cute dress as my substitute Matron of Honor or whatever they call that now. The preacher was more happy
The Don's Runaway Bride 116. All of you
Aunt Dorcas was seated on the couch smoking when I got downstairs. "Dorcas, could you take that smoke outside?" Papa called, wrinkling his nose up. "I’m not disturbing anybody," Dorcas replied."Look how much smoke you're puffing into your lungs. You'll graduate to an exhaust pipe by the time you get to eighty." Papa murmured.Freda walked in on the unfolding drama and cast an agonized look at me. I didn’t say anything because I didn't want to get in the middle of whatever Papa and his sister-in-law were doing."You know Pietro and Edoardo aren't scared of you," Freda said, "They'll just pick you up and put you on the roof while you smoke."Dorcas sighed, "Those boys have always been assholes." But she stubbed her cigarette out as her sharp ears heard a voice that resembled that of Pietro.It was only two more days until our wedding. My heart was leaping, but I didn't want to show it. The entrance door came open, and Pietro Edoardo stepped in. I felt Edoardo standing across the ro
The Don's Runaway Bride 115. Closure on the Eppolitos
Edoardo had been gone all day and I realized I was unconsciously listening for the sound of his car, signaling his return. Freda and I were sitting around the table after dinner, playing the Ludo game. "That's a lovely nail polish." I pointed to Freda's nails."Gel polish?" I asked."Yeah." She nodded. "I can help you put on some before the event." She suggested. "I have a couple of bottles with promising shades."I thought about it, then nodded. "I think I'd like that.""You know, when my husband was alive, he hated it when I spent too much money on these things. Is that the same with Edoardo?" She asked."You married his...""Uncle," Freda told me. "But he's gone now."I didn't know what to answer. I rarely bought any stuff. Edoardo got all my outfits. He even got my jewelry and lingerie. When we were dating, it was the same, he'd get anything he thinks is going to look good on me.But that was after taking his time to study my style. That way, there was nothing he got I didn't lov
