The Don's Runaway Bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

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

I was sure I remembered the route we had taken through the cave-like roads. But it was hard to drive so fast when my adrenaline was all over the place and this wasn't my goddamn car.What's with all the buttons and paparazzi with this goddamn cars? At the end of the driveway, I confidently took the left turn that I knew would lead me out to the gas station, while my heart kept racing. I drove past the cave and popped out to a clear road in no time. I was literally sprinting in this car. A few more minutes on the road would bring me to a turn that would lead to the gas station where I hoped my car would still be parked. Then I would park his car nicely for him and get the hell out of there. The next turn came into view and I took it. Barely two minutes into the drive, I had to stop, stomping on the brakes as they squealed in loud protest. There was a big barricade made of bricks and big logs of wood, directly in the middle of the road. I felt a moment of sheer, searing panic. None

I followed the route I'd seen Hannah ply with our empty plates. The kitchen was empty, but there was a big door down the corridor, so I stepped through the door and it brought me to the servant quarters. There were a few more people around than I had thought before. Quite a number of servants were scattered over the space. They greeted me cheerfully. Most of them seemed shocked or surprised to see me. I asked for Hannah, and one of them led me to a larger kitchen where Hannah was seated shelling peas. I moved over and took a seat opposite her. "Missus Eppolito." She called, startled. "I just want to help and, at the same time, keep my mind busy. You'll be helping me if you let me do this." I told Hannah before she had the opportunity to object. She nodded, and I started to help her. Then she asked me, "What are your parents going to say when they find out you’re back together with your husband?" "Just my father, and we aren’t very close," I offered a simple summary of my relatio

The next morning I crept warily out of my bedroom, after taking a shower and changing into a fairly better dress I found in the wardrobe. Everything seemed to be skimpy and thin and I had no doubt they were like that because of Edoardo. Talking about Edoardo, I looked around nervously for him, but I didn’t see him. I went into the smaller kitchen in the house and saw Hannah inside, making breakfast. "Good morning Hannah." She turned and flashed a smile. "Good morning Missus." ​I settled down to help her make breakfast. "Why are there two different kitchens in the house?" I asked. "Because there are plenty of us in the quarters and the noise might make Mr. Eppolito uncomfortable." She explained. I wished for the noise to extend into the main house and make Edoardo as uncomfortable as possible. The talk of the devil opened the kitchen door and came in. ​He looked even sexier than I remember: perfect hair, those gorgeous eyes, and well-toned biceps that made my mouth go dry. ​I

"You're out to give me a bad reputation," Edoardo said as we walked along the street. "You are giving yourself a bad reputation by kidnapping me and expecting me to keep my mouth shut," I said. He chuckled. "Plus, what do you care?" I continued sourly. "Every single person in this godforsaken town does what you want and they do absolutely nothing to help me when I tell them you’ve kidnapped me." "Because unlike you, they understand that it's useless to fight me," he said. “I wonder when you're going to accept the same truth."I frowned. "I'm not accepting shit. You have no right to control my life. I'm a grown-ass woman."Edoardo shrugged. "Still, I'm keeping you by my side." He said. "Oh, I'll make sure the rest of your life becomes a living hell as long as you keep me here, against my will," I said angrily. "I'll take what I can get." He was so carefree, yet determined with his choice that I felt so pissed and angered. Then he suddenly paused and turned to me. "Do you ever t