The resort is, as expected, extremely luxurious and spacious. The place is surrounded by palm and coconut trees and huge swimming pools that take up most of the outdoor area. Even though she came from a wealthy family, Eleonor had never been to such a stunning place before. They took the resort's itinerary and found out that the facilities even include a spa, as well as restaurants, pubs, and other sports activities to entertain the customers. In the background, the beach's white sand merges with the green grass of the property.As they walk outside, where the pools can be seen, Lisette's voice sounds gracefully along with the birdsong that, due to the airy and wooded environment, kept several species. “I'm glad we're here. I mean, I know the circumstances aren't the best, but… I couldn't stand that cold anymore!”Eleonor giggles. “I know what you mean. And this place is beautiful!”“Giovanni has many faults, but he knows how to spend his money!” Lisette gives an acid smile. Perhaps b
Eleonor returned to the room, but found it empty. There was only the furniture in the room. The smell of roses hung in the air. She knows Giovanni isn't there, but she still searches for him with her eyes, hoping to find him either on the balcony or coming out of a cold bath. When did she start to want to see him? Until very recently, Reviello was just a last name that now adorned hers. A shadow following her. Now he really seems to be her husband. Eleonor walks to the balcony door and slides it open, allowing a cooling breeze to blow her blond hair and dry the small drops of sweat that's dripping down inside of her dress. She walks to the edge, observing the incredible view before her eyes. The sun is almost touching the ocean at the horizon line, and orange tones blends with the blue of the sky and the sea. Somehow, this moment reminds her of Emily. So, she quickly reaches for the phone in her purse and dials her sister's number, and this time it doesn't take long for her to answer
Giovanni is sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the apparently precarious building where the meeting will take place. Marco complains, but Giovanni still decides to go alone. Mexican territory isn't a hostile one, but the Cartel's intentions are still uncertain. He wants the caporegime to stay at the resort, to make sure his wife is safe.Giovanni gets out of the car and looks at the old facade that says PACO DEL SUR. Through the frosted glass, he sees some wooden tables and chairs and a big bar in the background. Several people are inside, wearing simple and colorful clothing. The place, which is located on the outskirts of Cancun, contrasts with the elegance of the resort he had been in a few hours ago. It's certainly not a place that would draw attention.Giovanni feels everyone's gaze on his body as he enters the establishment, spiking him as if it might cross him. Despite this, his steps continue towards the bar counter steadily. He puts his arm on the counter and says to t
Eleonor wakes up because the bedroom door was opened suddenly, and she reaches for the lamp. When the small light comes on, she sees a silhouette leaning against the wall. Her heart races, and an intense anxiety dwells in her chest. Her mouth suddenly dries up, as she's afraid to call his name. She knows who it is. And she would know even if she were blindfolded. Because her body somehow can feel him from a distance. Because her heart seems to beat in consonance with his. And she hates that. “Giovanni?” She calls out to him when she regains her voice. And she realizes that the silhouette stops amidst the dark. She pushes the blanket away and stands up slowly. With slow steps, she walks to him. Still in the dark, she can feel the way his eyes envelop her… the way her skin warms at the slightest glance. And at this close, she can feel the smell of alcohol intoxicate her nose. She reaches out toward him, rubbing her fingertips against the arm that hangs at the side of his body. Feeling
Eleonor wakes up in the morning, feeling pain all over her body, as if a truck had run her over. Yet, the pain in her heart managed to be even more excruciating. She cried as she had never cried before in the first few hours that followed. As the dawn came, her rational side came out, and she realized that there was no reason to feel so miserable. Doesn't she hate Reviello with all her might? Yes, that's how it should be. She shouldn't feel the loss of her heart by him. It's beyond doubt that he's a heartless man.Even though she has decided that she will pull herself together in the morning and move on with her shards, she doesn't feel like getting out of bed. She feels like her legs are too heavy to back up her body. And her head aches like she's the one who had drank last night and caused chaos in the room and in her mind. She feels pathetic. Seeing the broken objects and the fallen pictures on the floor is a painful reminder that everything that happened last night was real, not j
Giovanni is leaning on the edge of the balcony, smoking the fourth cigarette in that morning. He's watching the blue sky and the almost-burning sun that greets this not-very-inviting day.Marco is sitting on one of the sofas and looking at the ceiling. Since he woke up to find a boss who was very bad-tempered and hungover on the other side of his door, he has chosen to keep quiet and be understanding. Giovanni finds the silence in the room comforting, given the chaos inside his head.Marco asked for room service, but Giovanni only wanted a few cups of strong coffee and cigarettes. Since then, the boss has been looking at the horizon, thinking about things that Marco bets that's involving Mrs. Reviello.“Marco?” Giovanni finally calls out to him.The man gets up hurriedly and approaches the balcony, with an evident sleepy expression. “Yes, boss?”“I would like you to keep an eye on my wife.” He says, holding the cigarette between his fingers. “I'm not sure if we can relax and act as if
After spending the morning at the spa, Eleonor feels refreshed. This resort is surely one of the wonders of the world because nothing could change her mood or make her feel better after such a bad night. But fortunately, she has discovered that hot tub baths, acupuncture, and relaxing massages can cure anything. She's smiling now, which is a big change from the sad expression she had before.Lisette, who is keen to distract her friend and keep her from thinking about the previous night's discussion, decided to end the day at a beach bar, which, although not part of the resort's facilities, is very close by.Even though the sun has already set, the weather is still pleasant. The nights in Cancun are colorful and lively. Especially on that part of the beach. The bar chosen looks like a kiosk, and besides using beach decorations, it has several neon signs. The establishment has many tables outside, on the beach sand, and inside, which has also a bar and a band playing popular music.The
Eleonor returns to the bar, feeling the eyes of the woman (who offered herself to Giovanni) on her, but she doesn't care. And doesn't even look up when he passes her and goes back to the table. She leans on the counter and calls out to the bartender for another shot of tequila. Lisette watches Giovanni sits down at the table, and the tanned brunette rubs herself against him again. She rolls her eyes and looks annoyed. “One for me too.” The man puts the glasses on the counter the same way he did before. Eleonor slammed the small glass brutally on the wood after turning the clear shot over. She turns the sangria in one go, to alleviate the taste that didn't seem so bad anymore — perhaps the taste of anger is influencing her palate. Lisette looks at her in surprise and does the same. As the sangria goes down her throat, and she sucks on the lemon, faces her friend and says: “Don't let him blow your evening, Elle.” “Blow it? No, I'm going to have the best night ever.” “That sounds ext
... For everyone who followed this far. Well… it's finally over. I don't really know how to feel. I'm happy and, at the same time, sad. I already miss Giovanni and Eleonor. It was my first book this big… and I really tried, I did my best to make it perfect, to make the ending satisfying. And looking back on those 240k+ words, those chapters, those four months of writing… It was all worth it, and I know I'll miss it. At least, I'm happy to have given a good ending to this couple that conquered me. And I hope they conquered you too. Giovanni and Eleonor almost created a life of their own. I left the script and let the flow go the way they would like, and I'm happy with the result. I hope that in the future, I can tell a little more about the stories of other remarkable characters. But this is about Eleonor and Giovanni, and the family they've created despite all the odds. And I like to want to thank you all very much. Each of you is precious to me, and I hope you enjoyed my book.
Giovanni is holding the handle of his weapon firmly, walking through the house with sneaky steps, looking around cautiously. Silence hangs over the room, and only the sound of his breathing can be heard. His hand is sweating, but he continues to move forward, with his eyes on the hallway ahead of him. He holds his breath and moves forward, throwing his body beyond the wall, aiming at the air — but there's no one there. However, he hears a noise behind him, and when he turns around, it's too late… He's being shot… By water. A thin giggle makes his face relax as he raises his hands in surrender, feeling a jet being shot again into his belly, “Oh, no… you hit Papà!” Giovanni lays his hand on his stomach, pretending to be hit by a delirious ache, as he sinks to his knees. The giggling increases, and the little girl throws herself into her father's arms, who catches her with extreme ease. “Are you okay, Papà?” She asks with a little smile. “Yeah! That wouldn't be enough to bring me
WARNING — ADULT CONTENT ㅤ ㅤ Eleonor stands on the balcony, looking out over the horizon, where the sky and the sea meet, making almost an infinite blue. The beauty of Cancun never fails to impress her, but right now, it seems more beautiful than ever. She feels firm arms surround her by the waist, from behind, leaning her back against a wall of muscle. The warmth of Giovanni's body spreads to her chest, so cozy that it makes her close her eyes. And the kiss he gives on the top of her blond hair makes her feel at home, even though they're geographically far from their house. Really, home is whatever Giovanni is. “What are you thinking?” He asks, murmuring between the blond strands, making her snuggle into his arms. “Just that we've been through a lot…” She says, still with her eyes closed. “Now that it's all at peace… it feels like a dream. And sometimes I'm afraid that it really is that, just a dream… and that any moment I'll wake up in a cold, lonely place, without you, without
When Eleonor saw the Cathedral Santa Maria del Fiore for the first time, she never imagined that four years later she would be getting married there.And in the bride's dressing room, she's looking in the mirror, admiring the dress that, this time, was her own choice. A gown that's tight to the body, with floral lace and delicate diamonds along the cloth, which trails along the floor in a long tail. Her hair is loose, with waves falling over her shoulders, with the sides pinned up with diamond-studded clips. The veil that comes off the back of her hair is also long and covers her bare arms and back. A comfortable dress that makes her feel like the most beautiful and beloved woman in the world.Knocks on the door catch her attention, and a painful sense of déjà vu comes over her, but then, when she sees Lisette entering with a bright smile, this feeling just disappears. The bride's eyes water, causing Lisette's beautiful brown eyes to get wet as well.“We can't cry yet… the makeup…” L
“What are you up to?” Eleonor asks with a chuckle, walking with difficulty, unsure of which direction her feet are going. This is because Giovanni has blindfolded her eyes with a black cloth, which leaves her without total vision. “I told you, it's a surprise…” Giovanni says softly, close to her ear, as he guides her along the path with his hand on her waist. This mere gesture causes a shiver to run up her spine. “Is it something naughty?” She asks with a mischievous smile, and his low laugh sends more shivers up her skin. “What do you think of me?” His hands grow firmer on her waist, and suddenly, they stop. Eleonor holds her breath because having one of her senses removed makes all the sensations even more intense. Giovanni's breathing so close to her neck makes a heat appear between her legs. Perhaps because being blindfolded also reminds her of when Giovanni came after her in America. Delicately, his hand undoes the noose and the blindfold falls to the ground. The image unfold
Eleonor is screaming at the top of her lungs, gripping the sheet tightly, throwing her head back. Sweat drips down her temples and wets her hair, which has returned to its natural color. Her golden strands are spread across the pillow, clinging to her face and body. The contractions started a few minutes ago and are getting stronger. She feels her belly twist, a pain that makes howls escape from deep in her throat, as if they were coming straight out of her soul. “That's it… keep pushing…” The nurse says, wiping Eleonor's sweaty forehead, who nods and pushes even harder. Her eyes' water… The pain is intense! She feels as if she's going to be turned inside out. But still, Eleonor keeps pushing… until she runs out of strength. Her spread legs tremble. No, her whole-body trembles. “You need to keep pushing, dear…” Eleonor cries, allowing sobs to escape through her lips. All she wants the most is to see Giovanni… She wants him there. “I can’t...” “Yes dear... You can do it; you ne
“Congratulations on the discharge, boss!” Marco says with a smile, but faced with Giovanni's serious expression, he shuts up, wilting his smile.“He's grumpy, don't mind that...” Lisette whispers to Marco, and they suppress their smile as they notice Giovanni's sharp eyes on them.“Would you two behave yourselves? We're about to start the meeting with the Marchetti.” Giovanni scolds seriously, with his arms crossed. Under his shirt, his wound is still bandaged.“Why? We're one big family now, aren't we?” Lisette gives a mischievous smile, which makes Giovanni's expression twitch in guilt.“You're going to make me miserable for the rest of my life, don't you?” Giovanni sighs remorsefully. “Honestly, I feel sorry for Thomas.... It won't be easy to share the same roof with a little devil.... Ouch!” He complains as he feels a punch from Lisette directly on his bruise, which makes him squirm. “Are you crazy? You want to open my fucking stitches?”“If you kept your mouth shut, that wouldn't
Fog.Giovanni is trapped in a dense curtain of fog, unable to see beyond his own bloodied hands…And even though his legs continue to walk through the dark vastness, the fog never seems to end. As if walking in circles, somehow, he always ends up in the same place.… Giovanni…Eleonor's sweet voice calls him, and he continues to search for her, feeling despair growing in his chest because, no matter how hard he runs, no matter how hard he tries, he's unable to reach her.(…) Where are you? Why didn't you come to me that day? You let me freeze… I almost died…Giovanni shakes his head, losing the strength in his legs, making him fall to his knees over what he notices to be a pond of blood… no, not a pond… He's sinking… his body is sinking in a red ocean. He opens his mouth and fills his lungs before his head is submerged.(…) You're killing me, Giovanni… You've killed me three times…He stretches out his hands, trying to reach the surface, but his body just sinks deeper and deeper into
Even at gunpoint, Gioacchino doesn't hesitate, as if he has nerves of steel. Maybe it's because this isn't the first time that such resentful eyes stared at him, ready to take his life. And of course, this won't be the last, either.“Let me ask you something…” Gioacchino puts a discreet smile on his lips, and his eyes twinkle fervently, “How did you manage to fool me? I, personally, chose the Wedding Celebrant…”“Three times what you offered, a new passport for his entire family and a new life on a paradisiacal island…. Who would deny it? Of course, not that he would be in a position to refuse with a gun pointed at his children.”Gioacchino laughs, suddenly proud. Indeed, he has raised Giovanni very well…“Since we're being honest… why don't you talk about how you killed my mother, Charlotte?” Giovanni asks between teeth, trying to hold the emotions that threaten to explode out of his body.“Oh, you know about that? I guess your little wife has a loose tongue.” Gioacchino shrugs. “Aft