Semua Bab Reborn: A Devil’s Deal to Ruin My Ex-Husband: Bab 31 - Bab 40

“ Just call me Ruby,” the grandmother said, beaming ear to ear as she sat beside Eloise on the couch, clasping her hands between hers.Eloise couldn't bring herself to keep a smile, she felt a pang of guilt against her chest. If only she'd known.She bit her lip as she remembered the grandmother telling her about her grandsons. She could remember her strong belief about Antonio's brother and her worries and wishes for Antonio. ‘ How can I lie to her? Wouldn't it seem cruel?’ Her brow wrinkled as she thought.“ Do you know how happy I am?” Ruby giggled as she turned to Antonio, “ I liked her the moment I saw her at the hospital, I even asked if she was married.”Antonio smiled, a tiny one that one could barely see. He glanced from his grandmother to Eloise and could see how unsettled she was. She was biting her lip again.“ This is fate,” Ruby said, looking at Yasmin, who nodded, grinning ear to ear.“ Welcome to the Braydens family,” She said to Eloise, beaming.“ Thanks, grandmother

With her lips pressed together into a thin line, her eyes staring blankly at nothing, Mrs. Trumpour clasped her hands around her phone tightly as she placed it on the dining table. Her head dropped as she gritted her teeth, unable to stop the anger that slowly welled up in her, hating the feeling of being on edge, it puts her. ‘ Shit!,’ she cursed in between her teeth, dropping the phone and looking away angrily. “ What's wrong, mum?” Tamara asked as she walked into the dining room, snapping Mrs. Trumpour out of her thoughts. She glanced at the abandoned food on the table and walked towards the fridge. Half of the meal was untouchable, and seeing the little portion of food on the spoon tells Tamara that she had stopped eating midway. “ Just lost my appetite,” She replied, nearly under her breath, “ What's wrong?” Tamara asked again, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water before slamming the door shut, and turning back to her mother. “ Got a call that ruined it,” her

Steam curled in the air as hot water cascaded down her back, each drop striking the curve of her spine like a rhythmic whisper. Eloise stood still beneath the showerhead, arms resting limply at her sides, head tilted slightly forward. The warmth should have soothed her, but her mind was far from present. The rest of the visit at the grandmother's house went peacefully, with her avoiding Antonio who barely says a word to her since then. She doesn't know if she should be grateful for that or if she should be wary of him. They had left without meeting his brother, who, to Ruby's expectations, was out of the country, somewhere, partying. ‘ Why?’ Eloise muttered under the shower. Thoughts spiraled through her like smoke, restless, uncontainable. She couldn't shake it off. For the first night since she came back in time, she had a peaceful sleep. She knew she had a nightmare that night, but could barely remember what it was, the peaceful feeling afterward had washed away the usual fear an

“You shouldn’t wait there till she gets out. What if she gets off work late?" Mrs. Trumpour said over the phone, “ No, Mum, she could get off work at any time, I really must know where she's been staying all this time,” Tamara replied. She couldn't help but be curious about where Eloise has been apart from being at work. Mason had searched for her everywhere he knew she could be but she was nowhere to be found. “ Come home once you find out,” Mrs. Trumpour said, “ Sure,” “ Alright, bye,” and with that, she hung up. Sighing, Mrs. Trumpour sank deeper into the sofa, displeased with how stressed Tamara was getting over Eloise. It felt familiar, too familiar. She shut her eyes and her mind fell on the image of Camila, Eloise’s mother. Eloise was a replica of her mother, with similar emerald eyes, black shiny hair, flawless skin, and a curvy figure that turns heads. If it were beauty, Camila has it all; if it were intelligence, she's got a degree in that. She was a perfect p

Antonio stared into her captivating emerald eyes. ‘ Beautiful,’ he thought before his gaze fell on her lips and a soft exhale escaped his lips. Pink, lush, and so inviting. His fingers ached to touch them, feel them against his thumb. But something aches for more. His lips. They ached for a taste, to know what they feel like. He saw from her throat, her gulp, and he smiled. “ Too bad, I'm not in the mood to break rules,” he muttered with a smirk. Eloise returned with a similar smirk. She blinked her eyes softly and said, “Too bad, you ain't my type to break rules with.” With that she pushed him off her and sat up, rolling her eyes and looking away from him. Antonio grinned. A fast one that Eloise missed as she was looking away, and then, the car started moving again. “ So you don't wanna break rules with me?” “ You're not my type,” “ Really? Why don't I believe that, I'm every woman's type.” Eloise scoffed. She turned to him in disbelief, his overconfidence tugg