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Reviello's Wrong Bride It's a promise
Eleonor could already feel the blood leaving her face. She was pale when somehow managed to get into the taxi and return to the luxurious hotel where they were staying. Although the sun was not yet approaching the horizon, she knew that it would only be a few moments before it would appear. She repeatedly pressed the elevator button in her impatience for the safety of her sheets. But halfway there, she stopped in front of Lisette's room next to her own. The apartment number, 212, glowed on the gold plaque.She doesn't hesitate to knock loudly on the door. Five more knocks, and Lisette opens the door instantly. Her messy brown hair and sleepy expression suggested that she had been asleep for hours, but surprise completely overtook her. “What happened?”Eleonor enters her friend's room with great abruptness. Her fingers are buried in her hair. She slides her hand to her face. She gets her thumbnail caught in between her teeth. And bites down. Then takes a deep breath. “Get your things r
Reviello's Wrong Bride The most delicious nectar
Eleonor sighed with relief when the car finally stopped in front of the mansion. She wanted her bed, her silk sheets with her smell, and especially something to fill that empty hole in her stomach so badly that she didn't notice how quiet the house was. “Lizzy, do you mind if I go in? I think I need a sandwich before I go to bed. I'm starving.”“No, Donna. You can go... I'll meet you there.” Lisette says with a gracious smile. Because the security guards' eyes were steadier than usual, the formal treatment came only. Eleonor notices that not only the guards eyes are more intense, but also the security in general. The man standing outside, near the pilaster, casting discreet glances at her, is unknown. He doesn't belong to the residence's security.As Eleonor enters the mansion, she tries to rid herself of the thought. She sets her feet on the porcelain tile, and it feels as if the place is colder than outside. “Domenico?” She calls out for the butler, but he doesn't respond. Her green
Reviello's Wrong Bride Very special gift
Eleonor gives a forced smile, which brings discomfort to Giovanni's chest. This isn't what he was expecting. Not this defiance, this boldness. He wanted to watch her despair. He wanted to watch her cry, to sniff out her fear. Yet, this courage made his cock twitch. What the hell is wrong with him?“If that's so, then you broke the clause too.” Eleonor snorts.“No. I didn't break it.”“Yes, you did. You slept with the girl at the bar, not your wife...”“You're wrong, darling. I didn't sleep with just a girl I met at the bar. Do you think I wouldn't recognize my wife? I always knew it was you.”Those words cause a painful mix of uncertainty. It's as if they're shallow and too deep at the same time... like a sweet trap made to catch those who do not look carefully. Or don't listen attentively. Eleonor felt the ambiguity but was blind to understand it. Of course, her survival instinct would speak louder t
Reviello's Wrong Bride Irony of fate
Eleonor was locked in her room for the rest of the day. She eventually heard her butler call her for lunch and afternoon tea. She was unable to answer him. Fortunately, the servants were respectful of her silence. She didn't know what they did with Reviello's sick gift, and she couldn't care less about it. It didn't take her long to realize that the hand inside the box was from the man who touched her last night at the bar. Despite her dislike for him and wish that he was gone, she did not wish him harm. She didn’t want to lose his hand either. Reviello's so sick, and she's known it now. She felt guilty in a way. A man's life would never be the same because of her. Even if he had assaulted her, she felt faulted of the bloodbath. What if Reviello killed him? Or is simply a warning that it could be her hand at the box? Looking at the small snowflakes falling outside, she felt a chill in her chest that was not caused by the end of winter. It's still a month before the end of the season,
Reviello's Wrong Bride This game is your best hope
Eleonor arrives at the main dining room, where a table for twenty people is in the center. The lighting is warm, which makes the atmosphere even more seductive. There is a candlestick that burns slowly in the middle of the table. This adds romanticism to the man who sits at the head of the table. Giovanni is wearing a tight black shirt on his arms, his hair is straightened back, and there is no hair out of place. His face is serious as ever, but a smile breaks his solemn posture when he sees her. Eleanor isn't shy about showing her displeasure. Despite her friend's protests, Eleonor did exactly the opposite of what she was supposed to do: she decided not to follow Reviello's orders. According to what reason and common sense dictated, she should be scared of him, but she isn't. She wasn't going to submit to that man's whims and give herself up, especially since that's what he wanted so badly. If he wishes to play, Eleonor is willing to do so. Domenico has pulled out a chair to Giova
Reviello's Wrong Bride Caged by a diamond ring
Eleonor wakes up with a knock at the door. She didn't want to get out of the covers that wrapped her body carefully. Another knock, followed by Domenico's muffled voice, sounds from the other side of the door, “Donna, your presence is requested by Mr. Reviello at breakfast.” She tucks her head under the blanket as she grumbles and closes her eyes tightly. The last thing she wants to see in the morning is Giovanni's face. In complete silence, she thought for a few moments. She even thought that Domenico had already left, but she knows that he's still waiting for a confirmation. “Domenico?” Her voice comes out sleepy and despondent. “Yes, Donna?” “I'm feeling unwell. Tell Reviello that I'm so sad that won't be able to keep him company, but…” She pretends to be coughing loud, twice. “I think I've caught a cold…” “Okay, Donna. I'll let the Don know. I am going to bring some hot soup to you.” “No need, I have no appetite.” A moment of silence. “As you wish. Please call me immediately
Reviello's Wrong Bride The new contract
After visiting the shops in Florence — and even buying Emily's gifts — Eleonor felt a little better. Even if the cold winter wind chills her skin, breathing the fresh air away from Reviews influence is invigorating. When she returned to the mansion, the brief hours of freedom were shattered, and she was summoned to Giovanni's office. Domenico announces her arrival, and after hearing his boss permission, he opens the door for Eleonor to enter the room. She looks around the room and sees Asher sitting on the leather sofa in a dark black shirt and tie. Then she sees Giovanni standing beside the huge window and watching the snowflakes fall outside. The atmosphere in the room is pleasant thanks to the flames rising in the elegant fireplace. When Giovanni's eyes land on her, Eleonor feels a warmth take hold of her chest. Although his white shirt with a few open buttons gives him a casual look, his appearance is impeccable. Giovanni noticed his wife's immediate reaction. He gave a mischievo
Reviello's Wrong Bride I like the way things are now
The day has dawned gray. Eleonor feels her mood as dense as the cloudy sky. Her bags are already in the trunk of the car, and she's waiting for Reviello to arrive in the hall of the mansion. Lisette is impatient and looks up the stairs with an angry expression. She says in a harsh tone, “Why was he rushing us so much, if he's the one holding us up?” Eleonor gives a low chuckle. “I don't even know why we're making this trip in the first place…” “We're making this trip, love…” Giovanni says, appearing at the top of the stairs, drawing a relieved sigh from Lisette. “Because I have business to attend to in Mexico.” “Exactly, YOU do! I don't know when 'you' became 'we'. When YOUR commitments became OUR commitments?” Eleonor snorts. “We became us when you walked up the aisle, my dear wife.” He moves closer and gives a kiss on the top of her head, making Eleonor to turn away in displeasure and finally leave the hall. “Marriage quarrels, huh?” Lisette gives a wry laugh. “Moron.” Then she
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