As she sees him admit that he took a last-minute plane and came to Denver, she suppresses her victorious smile. This means that she's succeeding in her goal of annoying him. However, she didn't expect him to literally stop her like that.She closes her legs tightly, pressing her knees together to relieve some of the tickling she feels between them. She can't give up that easily! How many times has she rehearsed this meet? None of the possible outcomes involved a BDSM club or a whip. Still, she needs to be strong… she's so close to a divorce.“I don't know what you mean by a bad girl, I've just been making up for the lack my absent husband causes me.” Eleonor retorts, and she hears a low chuckle behind her. The whip's strips continue to slowly slide across her skin.“Don't you think it's a problem to submit like that to another man?” Giovanni's voice is serious, intense.“I'm not breaking the FIDELITY clause. This is just… a play.” She swallows hard, and her voice falters, as do her le
In the car, Eleonor is looking out the window, refusing to look directly at Giovanni. He has pushed her into the car that he's driving himself. She didn't even know he was capable of getting into a car without a driver, but he's relaxed, driving the sports car with just one hand, in a silence so intense it could be palpable.Every so often, she feels his eyes on her body. Maybe he's angry because she's wearing a red dress when she refuses to wear it when he asks. Or because she was about to submit to a complete stranger, when she made it clear that she would never submit to her own husband. That should be enough, right? Giovanni is a proud man… he shouldn't accept such behavior, especially when there's a clause about public appearances.She remembers the clause, like a broken record:ㅤ§ PUBLIC POLICY: Ms. Evans is expected to be discreet in her public appearances, acting with decorum and caution. She will use the etiquette required by the Reviello family. When not accompanied by Mr.
The warm water falling on her body makes her chest feel better after her recent encounter with Giovanni. She wants to get rid of these feelings, but they keep coming back to her heart and staying there. Even though she closed her eyes, she still remembers Giovanni and Yolanda's kiss like a broken record. It's been like that every night for the last three weeks. Even in her dreams, these memories haunt her.She gets out of the shower and puts on her bathrobe, as her wet hair drips down her neck and onto her collarbones. After a relaxing bath, she feels better, but only a good sleep will relieve the weight on her shoulders. But when comes out of the bathroom, she finds Giovanni sitting on her bed and feels as if she might fall apart. “What are you doing here?”Giovanni is looking at her pack of cigarettes. “Didn't you know that smoking is bad for your lungs?” He gives a smug smile as he brings one of it to his lips.She crosses her arms, watching as he lights it and takes a deep drag, r
(…) “I want you out of my room because I despise you. The only thing I could possibly feel for you is hate.”Such a terrible liar.Giovanni is in his office, drinking a strong, bitter cup of coffee. He's thinking straight for the first time since he got on the plane and came to Eleonor as if the world were about to end. When did he become so impulsive? He can hardly recognize himself.He knows he shouldn't have spent the night with her, but he needed this. A single time was enough to make him long for her in his arms for the rest of his life. He would probably give anything to make it possible.Giovanni is scratching his unshaven beard when he hears a knock at the door. He doesn't feel any hope in his chest because he knows that Eleonor won't come to find him any soon. When the door opens without waiting for an answer, he knows who it is. He doesn't have to look away from the blue sky and the forest at the back of the property to know that Asher is approaching.“Did you know, Asher? T
The sun rose as expected, and she awoke in her usual empty bed… which brought an inevitable hollowness to her chest. Giovanni had already left the room. She was ashamed to admit it, but it was the first time in those three weeks that she had truly slept well. Giovanni's warmth during the night was really comforting… even better than the first time she had fallen asleep in his arms.She could get used to this feeling. She could snuggle into his chest every night, listening to his breathing become deep when sleep hit him. For a brief moment, she imagined what her life would be like if the paths weren't so twisted and tortuous… if they were different people under normal circumstances.But they're not in different circumstances. They're still the same people, with the same flaws and faults and pains.She refused to eat breakfast at the table, fearing she would run into Giovanni again. So, Francesca prepared eggs with bacon and brought them to her room. But honestly, she doesn't feel much
To put the newest plan into action, Eleonor dressed in a long silk dress and made sure to wear the most provocative lingerie that Lisette bought for her some time ago. It's a piece that has no fabric at all. It has just very thin straps at the top that cover the nipples with only a black, shiny ribbon bow. The panties also have no cloth, being made only of leather straps. It's something that even causes a certain arousal, as one of the straps rubs against her clit. She also has a dark make-up and black diamond jewelry that add a mysterious aura to her appearance. Eleonor takes a deep breath as she attempts to find the courage to approach the office that now belongs to Giovanni. She doesn't knock on the door; just slowly opens it. Inside the room, Giovanni is sitting in his chair, smoking a cigar and drinking his usual drink. This is the first time she has seen him smoking a cigar… usually it's just cigarettes. The characteristic smell isn't riddling the air just because of the open w
Eleonor attracts everyone's attention as she walks on stage. The blue light shines through her, making her body glow. She begins to move slowly, with an engaging rhythm. The sensual music makes Eleonor remove her mask and throw it across the stage. Another neon light passes through her, illuminating her face and golden hair, which she throws back behind her shoulders, showing off her collarbones.She stretches her hips slowly on her back. Her hands are sliding down her curves, pulling at the silk and showing off her ankles. The feeling of so many eyes on her body is bringing both a shyness and an empowerment because she's feeling Giovanni's gaze becoming more and more rigid. She can see from his expression that he's serious, but he's still watching the show, as if there's no one else in the club.Her hands go to the straps of her dress, and it goes down her left shoulder. Eleonor listens to the public reaction and smiles at Giovanni, still moving her body in an extremely sensual manne
For the past week, Eleonor has been locked in the bedroom of the mansion in Denver. Just as Giovanni said that night, he has kept everyone from seeing her. Even her meals are taken in the room and brought in by himself. At first, she thought this was just a tantrum… a casual punishment. But as the days go by, and she finds herself in complete boredom, having her phone confiscated, and her social circle reduced to nothing, it has become a real torture. In some ways, every punishment brought it a small amount of pleasure. She ended up enjoying it, even a little. But there's no pleasure in fronting the ceiling, except imagining a thousand ways to repay Giovanni for everything he has done to her. Damn Reviello. She's on the eighth day of her imprisonment. Her body is immersed in the tub with hot water, lotions and rose petals sticking to her body. She thought it would be nice to relax and forget about her current circumstances, but her mind is an object of anguish itself. Worse than bei
... 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