All Chapters of Fled to Bellavista: Chapter 11 - Chapter 13

By the time I heard the mafia heir had run from his own wedding of the century, I was already sitting in an open‑air café in Bellavista, sipping an espresso.Mamma was rambling over the phone. "Aria, the moment you left, Giuliano bolted from the wedding! Your stepfather is furious."The Moretti family nearly pulled their guns, and Viviana was so upset she had to be taken to the hospital. You don't think he—"I froze for a second, then let out a quiet laugh. "There's no way. A mafia standoff, maybe. But running from a wedding for me? Not a chance."By the time I hung up, it was already late at night in Bellavista.Another overseas call came through almost immediately.It was Giuliano.I had no intention of answering, yet Mamma was still under the Falcone roof. I slid the phone open."Aria! Who the fuck gave you permission to leave? I told you to wait for me at the estate!"His voice on the other end was shredded raw. The background was nothing but the sound of glass shattering.

Over the next few days, Giuliano did not show his face again. Yet no matter where I went, I sensed men in black suits shadowing me from a distance.The day Mamma was discharged, I booked a flight to Thornwick. That was where the company's next tour stop was.Salvatore knew nothing of what had happened between us. When he saw I was leaving, he arranged for Giuliano to drive me to Blackport International.I did not refuse.The moment I got in the car, I put on my sunglasses and closed my eyes. I did not open them until the car stopped outside the terminal.My hand had just found the door handle when Giuliano leaned over from the driver's seat. He grabbed my hand and held on with everything he had. The pain on his face was unbearable to look at."Aria, please stay. I'll give you the entire Falcone family. I can't do this without you."I peeled his fingers away, slowly and calmly."I loved you too those 5 years. I loved you so much I almost turned down the invitation from Bellavist