Todos los capítulos de Reviello's Wrong Bride: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Eleonor opens her eyes in the morning, listening to the birds singing. Even though she was in a new place, and it was her first night at the villa, it was one of the best nights of her life. She slept deeply. Her usually light sleep did not falter for an instant that night. The mattress is very comfortable and inviting. This is something she would easily get used to. She doesn't know when they'll come for her, so she gets up quickly. It's almost seven o'clock. She finds it easy to wake up early. Her mother always said that people who wake up late are lazy. Eleonor would do anything she could to avoid her mother's wrath. Even though it's not necessary anymore, habits are hard to give up. She takes another bath in the morning and goes to the other room of her quarters, the closet. All the shelves are full of clothes, just as she imagined. Most of the clothes are dresses and skirts. It appears that the Reviello dress code prefers them. She looks at an elegant autumn dress. The dress f

Somehow, Reviello really listened to Lisette. Even though Eleonor hates to confess it to herself, that fact hurt her, after all, her husband didn't care to even meet her, but he easily accepted what another woman said. There's no reason to be angry at Lisette for that, of course. Even though they're married, it's just a stupid contract. Eleonor wouldn't get upset with her best — only — friend because of a man who wasn't able to take his own vows. But Lisette was able to convince him, that's for sure. Eleonor and her friend left for Milan earlier that day on Reviello's private plane. They booked a hotel that is known as the best and most luxurious in Milan. Undeniably, they lived up to their reputation. They pretend to use those days away from home to relax and have fun as much as they could. Like Florence, Milan is also a breathtaking city. There's a part of the city that has classical architecture, but There's also a modern area with skyscrapers that is full of offices of very famou

It's important not to underestimate the power that several spritzes, and a charming man can do in the body. Eleonor thought everything was under control until she felt Giovanni's perfume so close, more intoxicate than alcohol itself. Everything was in control indeed, until she felt his firm hands occasionally touching her leg and hips... until felt the fabric of his shirt rubbing against her arm's skin, sending shivers along her whole body. Giovanni definitely knows how to win a woman's interest, and certainly, knows how to get her into bed, craving for his touch. She couldn't understand how this man had aroused her interest or was able to make she feels so horny. Absolutely, she was unable to understand the effect he had on her body. It's not like she's a thirsty woman. She had never felt this way before with Josh, the only man she had ever taken. Usually, she has zero interesting in sex. Her orgasms are so tasteless. Eleonor is intoxicated with alcohol, but much more with desire w

Giovanni is running his hands down her back, caressing her skin and enjoying the shivering that he causes. Despite having climaxed at least three times (he wasn't counting) he already felt ready for one more. However, Eleonor felt her whole-body aching from the greed and the deliciously rough touch of her partner. As soon as she reached the apex, Giovanni accompanied her. It's not extreme to say that they have paid two years in three hours. Outside, the sun is still far from rising. Eleonor remains with her eyes closed, enjoying the caress that threatened to ignite flames between her legs again. She hears his low laugh against her skin and the slightly husky voice that accompanies it, “You make me lose my mind, love.” She returns the laugh and turns around, finding the man who could only be fit up in the word SIN. With his hair completely disheveled, he manages to become even more irresistible. “Then I am a danger to you.” She says in a whisper. Giovanni takes his left hand, the sam

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