Eleonor takes a deep breath as the car pulls up in front of the old traditional mansion. Despite being abandoned, it looks very well-preserved. No leaves are gathering under the trees or on the porch. The windows are made of dark tiles that convey an uncomfortable feeling of familiarity.When Marco opens the door, an old smell of wood and mold hits Eleonor's nostrils. This is a smell that doesn't match the memories that little by little begin to return, like a head spring. She's overflowing with memories, even if they're unpleasant and make her eyes water.“I'll stay here, Donna…you can call me if you need me.”“Thanks, Marco.” Eleonor gives a sweet smile and enters the house.The smell is even stronger in the hall, as the floor, stairs and wall details are made of wood. The furniture is draped in a carefully crafted white sheet, proving Giovanni's intention to preserve every memory she can find.When Eleonor runs her hand over the sofa covered by the sheet, she remembers when she was
“Gio…” Eleonor calls him by his childhood nickname, then covers her mouth, realizing she made a mistake.“Yes, it's me, love…” His voice sounds from the other side of the wall, like when they were kids.“So…it was you this whole time…” She grasps the fabric of her shirt, trying to ease the wild pounding of her heart and the anxiety bubbling up inside her veins.“I'm the one who should say that…” Giovanni laughs and, even though it's low, reverberates through her chest. “This whole time I've been chasing the wrong person.”“What… what do you mean?” Eleonor stutters and looks at the wall, hoping that would make it possible to see his face… which is impossible, of course.“You told me to leave because you knew I was spying on you…” He chuckles again, even lower. “I was, but of course, I wouldn't admit it. So, I told you're the one bothering me with that laugh.”Eleonor remembers this. Yes… her chest and her mind remember.“And you tell me to leave if I was so upset with it. I never thoug
Eleonor studies Giovanni's expression in the comfortable living room of the mansion that belonged to Charlotte Haley, as he finally tells her how he thought that Emily was his true childhood friend… The one he swore to protect and make his wife. He never imagined that it was actually Eleonor from the beginning.“So I was the right bride from the start?” She giggles and hides her smile behind the cup of hot tea. Even though it's not winter, she spent too much time in the woods in light clothes… and now her body is cold.Giovanni, sitting on the other sofa across from her, is staring at her intently, with the same affectionate eyes. “Yes…”Even though Giovanni found out that she's the right one… The one he should have married from the start… There's an uneasiness in his chest. He couldn't help but repeat her sweet words in his mind, thanking him for keeping his promise… But what the hell, he didn't keep anything. Giovanni promised that he would save her, that she wouldn't suffer anymore
The moment Emily Evans has always dreamed of has finally arrived. She wanted to marry a handsome man from a good family, who can treat her like a true princess. And who could be better than Joshua Henderson?From the moment she laid eyes on him, Emily knew she wanted him. And even though he was interested in her sister, it never bothered her… after all, she always got whatever she wanted. Everyone prefers her, of course, eventually Josh would too.Little by little, she managed to win him over. In Josh's eyes, as well as in society's, Emily is like an angel… so innocent and sweet that it's impossible not to fall over her.But just her perfect existence wasn't enough for Josh to take his eyes off Eleonor… that's why she had to be keener and give him her innocence. For Emily, virginity was an investment… and who else could deserve such a gem?Since then, they began to meet behind Eleonor's back. Still, Josh has always been reluctant to tell the whole truth. According to him, this would b
“Giovanni…” Eleonor's surprise disappears quickly, and she untangles herself from Emily's arm to go to her husband. “Honey, I told you didn't have to come…”She approaches him and says quietly, almost in a whisper, “Why are you here?”“I couldn't let my wife come alone, right?” Giovanni holds her tightly around the waist, pulling her body against his. “Besides… this is your precious sister's engagement party… I needed to give my regards.”Emily is shaking. She rubs her eyes, certain she's having a mirage. She even discreetly pinches her skin, trying to wake up from this nightmare. Because, of course, there's no way she's awake right now. Why is this man… are you saying this man is the mobster? This tall, strong man with an angular face, marked jaw and piercing eyes… Is this the man she was supposed to marry all along?The bold smile on his lips and the stubble… the black hair straightened out back only raise the masculine features of the face… It's such a surreal appearance that it s
“Giovanni…” Eleonor's surprise disappears quickly, and she untangles herself from Emily's arm to go to her husband. “Honey, I told you didn't have to come…”She approaches him and says quietly, almost in a whisper, “Why are you here?”“I couldn't let my wife come alone, right?” Giovanni holds her tightly around the waist, pulling her body against his. “Besides… this is your precious sister's engagement party… I needed to give my regards.”Emily is shaking. She rubs her eyes, certain she's having a mirage. She even discreetly pinches her skin, trying to wake up from this nightmare. Because, of course, there's no way she's awake right now. Why is this man… are you saying this man is the mobster? This tall, strong man with an angular face, marked jaw and piercing eyes… Is this the man she was supposed to marry all along?The bold smile on his lips and the stubble… the black hair straightened out back only raise the masculine features of the face… It's such a surreal appearance that it s
Giovanni's makes it clear that he's saying, in other words, that Josh should be worrying about his bride, not looking at Eleonor with such a pathetic expression.Sensing the mood, Eleonor changes the subject.“It's a relief… I thought that due to my sudden marriage, you might resent me…” Eleonor says, a little deflated. Of all people, the Henderson were the only ones who treated her sincerely, and didn't use twisted words and false flattery to humiliate her. Somehow, she felt like part of the family.Maybe it's silly that her former self, so hungry for affection, accepted Josh's feelings for something she didn't get at home… something his family could offer. But despite everything, they were never able to fill the hole that was in Eleonor's chest. And cruelly and ungratefully, she was also capable of forgetting the existence of this very kind couple, as she immersed herself in the new life. How couldn't she feel such guilt?“We can understand why we weren't invited to the ceremony… we
“I've been wondering… when is the wedding?” Eleonor asks with a kind smile, after sipping her juice. Her unexpected refusal of wine and champagne caught Giovanni's attention, but he kept quiet.Now that they were all at the table, talking, with a silly smile on their lips and without worries, Eleonor was able to look closely at the guests. In addition to the Henderson family, who are seated next to Eleonor and Giovanni, and from the Evans — who are naturally the hosts and therefore are at the head of the table, with James sitting in the most prominent position… On the table, there is also the Blake, Emily's maternal family, who didn't bother to send a single representative to Eleonor's wedding. In addition, other families with important business connections to the Evans are present, some who even treated Eleonor with contempt.“We haven't set a date yet…” Emily gives her sister a smile across the table and takes Josh's