《Reviello's Wrong Bride》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

When everything started? It's hard to know.Emily always acted innocent, like she was an angel. She used to defend Eleonor in their mother's tantrums… but weren't those tantrums usually driven by Emily in the first place? Oh, yes… innocent little Emily made a mistake that would eventually come back to Eleonor… silly things that always grown big and become an excuse to relieve Erica's anger.Emily dropped the food? Eleonor is irresponsible for not helping her sister eat properly.Emily fell and scraped her knees? Eleonor is blamed for pushing her sister… which wasn't true, but it became like that when the little angel cried and said it's not Elle's fault for being so clumsy.Did Emily get bad grades in school? It's Eleonor's fault that she didn't take the test in her place. After all, she's so smart, right? Doesn't she brag about being number one in her class? She must take the exams in her sister's place.Emily doesn't know the necessary etiquette for the event? It's Eleonor's fault f

Eleonor can't believe it… she just cannot!She thought it would be alright if she called the driver discreetly and asked him to take her off the property… maybe take her around the neighborhood or the city, just to make herself feel better after so many twists. But as they get in front of the iron gates, she discovered that it wouldn't be so easy.Nothing is easy when it comes to Giovanni Reviello.“Open the gates!” Eleonor commands for the third time, already impatient and out of the car. The poor driver remains inside, with his hands firmly on the steering wheel, fearing reprisals.“I can't do that, Mrs. Reviello.” The guard responds firmly, with a rigid and unfriendly expression. He doesn't seem to like her.“Why not? I am ordering you to open it!” She crosses her arms, staring at the man with her chin held high.“I'm sorry, ma'am. Direct orders from the boss.” The man remains adamant… which makes her even more frustrated.“You can't be serious… Is my authority not enough to break

Sometimes, moments of calm are signs of a devastating storm that goes by without being noticed. That's what happened that morning, exactly four days before Emily and Josh's engagement party.In that dawn, Eleonor woke up with a start, with her blond hair glued to her sweating body. Her heavy breathing and widened eyes show the impact caused by the nightmare. She dreamed of Emily.Perhaps dreaming isn't the right word… the truth is that horrible memories flooded her mind during her sleep. But when she notices Giovanni's firm arm around her, and his face so close in deep sleep, a peace comes to her chest… And she was able to fall asleep again.She should have known that this was an omen for the tragedy that would plague her life.ㅤㅤ“Donna… you have a guest.” Domenico says cautiously.“A guest? I don't remember calling someone…” Eleonor raises an eyebrow.

Giovanni is watching the forest from his office window. He has many questions, and the few answers he has don't seem to satisfy him. Eleonor clearly doesn't seem to know who owns the old property nearby. Was she ever there? Could it be that, just like Emily, she also suffered at the hands of the Evans family?For him, this isn't something surprising. Family is a complex thing, and blood ties can be more suffocating and deadly than a noose around the neck. More than anyone else, he knows that children are, for some parents, a means to an end… a tool, a step towards a brilliant goal. So, Giovanni wouldn't find it surprising if the Evans deliberately excluded her for being a bastard.Still, it's weird…He still remembers Emily telling him about her sister with always great affection. At some point, everything broke down. When? Why?These doubts bring him a headache. Giovanni even massages his temples, trying to ease the pressure, but it's in vain.He turns away from the window and looks

Eleonor parked the car at the first hotel she found. Without the courage to get out of the car, she puts her forehead on the steering wheel and collapses, unable to contain the sobs that escape her lips and the heavy tears of guilt. She knows it's too late to regret it, but still… it's hard to control the ravaging feeling in her chest.Her vision is blurred with tears as she takes out her phone and struggles to call Lisette. Unfortunately, the call went to voicemail, so she just left a message in a broken voice, telling her friend to meet her at this hotel. Then she notices the hundreds of voice and text messages Emily has sent her over the past few days.One by one, she starts to listen:(…) “Hey sis… I hope you're not upset about Josh…we're both happy, and we've managed to move on thanks to you…so give me a call, let's talk properly, ok?”(…) “Hey, sis… it's me again. I don't want to believe that you're ignoring me… you know how important you're to me, and I don't want to lose you l