Eleonor attention was drawn to the forest at the back of the property, as she was trapped in her room facing boredom and loneliness. There's something about the place she can't quite figure out… a strong attraction that kept calling her even in her dreams. And now that she's free, she can finally answer the call.The smell of earth under Eleonor's bare feet is strong and fills her nostrils. Large pine trees bring a refreshing breeze all around, and it leaves do not allow the sun to fully reach there. Many plants are growing on the floor, ignoring the confusion that has been installed in Eleonor’s chest for a long time.She wanders, letting her feet move forward without stopping. According to Francesca, the property is beyond the limits of Denver, and it occupies a small portion of the forest that surrounds the mountains, and there's even a lake further on. It's indeed a breathtaking place. Getting close to nature, feeling the earth under her feet, inflating her lungs, and being guided
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 holds her breath because this moment has finally arrived. She's thought about this conversation a thousand times, and here they are, sitting at the dinner table with barely stirred food and almost empty wine. She cannot eat or drink as her stomach has been so sensitive lately. Even at that point, she feels her insides twist and her chest freeze.“Why did you want to marry Emily?” She asks again with a high voice.“Didn't you ask me that already?”“You did not answer me.”“Oh, do I need to answer it?” Giovanni tilts his head slightly with a smug smile.“Yes, Giovanni. That's how a conversation works, with two people talking.” She sighs, feeling that maybe things aren't going to go as easily as she expected.“You didn't answer me either. I asked what you think about it.”“What?” She gives in to surprise and her eyebrows rise. Giovanni stifles a laugh because all he can see is how her face speaks for itself.“I didn't ask about cigarettes, Eleonor, or what that James and Erica th
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
Eleonor goes back to staring at the ceiling, fearing that her cheeks will become red. But she could still feel the intensity of Giovanni's gaze on her face, looking at her expressions. Lately, he has been looking at her with such tenderness and curiosity… She doesn't know how to feel about this kind of look.“Why did you bring me here?” She asks, not looking at him. “It's a precious place, isn't it?”Giovanni thinks for a few moments, replaying memories in his mind that are precious and painful at the same time… but that haven't been able to make him feel anything for a long time as well. It's like a dream that one had woken up from a very long ago…“Yes, it's a precious place… It's my shelter.” Giovanni confesses.After a brief silence, Eleonor looks back at him, inspecting his calm, unwavering expression, even though she knows there's chaos inside his head, just as there's in hers.“Then why did you bring me here?” Eleonor feels her chest tingle in a funny way, “I know this place is
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.
Eleonor's screams echoed through the mansion. Loud cries that come from the back of the throat, like an injured animal would do. No one dares to approach, for fear that the situation will get even worse. Since Emily left, she has been breaking all the furniture and objects she finds along the way and making hysterical screams and saying confused words that the people who are outside the room can’t understand.In an attempt to get rid of the disgusting feeling of being hugged by Emily, Eleonor is scratching her arms, causing wounds with her own nails. All the furniture is actually overturned because she doesn't want anything to have any traces of her sister. Even the cup is broken into small pieces — which reminds her of that night… that fateful night.When the door finally opens, Eleonor's red eyes don't look at it. And she doesn't mind that she's looking a runaway train. But the steps come closer, and it feels like she's waking up from a ni
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