All Chapters of The Don's Runaway Bride: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Edoardo got up to answer the door. "Hi, I’m here to see Mrs. Eppolito." A voice sounded outside the door. "She’s over here," Edoardo said, letting the owner of the voice in and leading her over to me. The woman looked like she was in her late twenties, "Hi," she said, squatting down near me. "I’m Sherry," her eyes run over my face. "I'm a nurse here." She said softly and smiled at me. "It's nice to meet you, Nurse Sherry." I offered. "It's my pleasure, Mrs. Eppolito." "How’s my husband doing?" I asked. "Last I heard, he is stable, but he’s still in surgery." When she saw my face fall, she quickly said, "It’s a good sign that he’s stable at this point in the surgery." She waited until I met her eyes again. "A very good sign. It means he’s strong, and he’s fighting." "Thanks," I told her, grateful for an assurance of hope. She rummaged through the tray she brought and set aside sterile bandages and ointment. Her hands and attention were swift and focused, telling that she kne

PIETRO'S POV."Mr. Eppolito, can you hear me?" The voice was unfamiliar and sounded like it was far away. My brain struggled to make sense of what was going on, but then I heard the voice that every part of my being responded to. "Pietro, I'm here by your side. You have to come back to me. Wake up Sweetheart, open your eyes." God, my wife's voice! It gets me every single time. I pushed through the haze in my subconscious mind and struggled to open my eyes. I felt her small hand in mine, and when I gave it a weak squeeze, I heard the relieved laugh she let out. "He just squeezed my hand" She announced, kissing my fingers and then whispered, "Look at me, sweetheart. Open your eyes and see me. I've missed you so much.""I've missed you too," I said, but my voice was barely more than a croak. I blinked my eyes open, and the first thing I saw was her beautiful face. A face I'd thought I would never see again when I got shot. I'd felt my body shutting down and the only thing that ha

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

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.

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