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Reviello's Wrong Bride The truth that few know
Eleonor opens her eyes, feeling the soft ground beneath her aching body. Her head throbs, a pounding pain that comes on quickly and stuns her for an instant. Slowly, the scene begins to unfold before her eyes, and she's able to notice that she's not lying on the hotel bed, nor has she returned home — in fact, she's trapped in a… cage?She struggles to make her body sit on the mattress that's directly on the floor… And looking around, she realizes that it isn't exactly a cage, but a cell that prevents her from standing, but fits her perfectly if she remains seated. The bars have a distance enough for only Eleonor's wrists to pass through. If she were locked in all four walls within this size, she would certainly feel claustrophobic.Closing her eyes, Eleonor struggles to remember exactly what happened before she woke up in this place. Her head is still foggy, but some memories return painfully, drawing a low moan from between her lips…Then she remembers opening the door, not finding L
Last Updated : 2023-05-25Reviello's Wrong Bride Marchetti's truth
— THEODOR MARCHETTI ㅤ Despite my family's fame, I didn't know violence. I lost my mother early to an illness, in my birth, and perhaps this is why my father worked so hard to fill this void. To me, he used to be a hero… a star shining in the dark night. I loved him more than anything in the world. But one day, everything collapsed before my eyes. Eight years old… I was only eight years old. At that time, I didn't find my father's acts or anxiousness strange… even though he put me to bed early and, unlike all the other nights, he didn't tell any stories. I remember that he just covered me up to my shoulders and put a kiss in my hair. He said, “Theo, Papa is a little busy tonight… I promise that tomorrow I'll tell you two stories instead of one.” But of course, that promise could not be kept. I woke up later with a loud noise… loud steps and voices that blended together. I found myself unable to understand. Honestly, memories are fragmented… I don't know how I was able to get out
Last Updated : 2023-05-26Reviello's Wrong Bride Reviello's Rising
LA FAMIGLIA, the biggest Italian mafia in history, made by the great Marchetti family — which, in its golden days, exceeded one hundred members, all with noble blood, inherited from the fallen Kingdom of Sardinia. But their supremacy over the underworld of the country and later on the nearby regions of the European continent made them true sovereigns, direct from an illegitimate monarchy. And their power would probably continue to hang on for many generations, if Rosso Marchetti hadn't made a bitter mistake. One of LA FAMIGLIA's leaders, Rosso Marchetti, was an extremely greedy man. His thirst for power and money drove him. That's why when he heard about the rise of a small family that went on to build wealth through mining, his eyes were filled with greediness. He wanted those mines, so he gave the hand of his only daughter, the first of his children, in marriage to young Mattia Reviello. However, Michela Marchetti always believed that her destiny was to inherit the Mafia, which wa
Last Updated : 2023-05-27Reviello's Wrong Bride Something good
Eleonor lets out the breath she didn't even notice she had been holding while Theodor told her the whole truth about the Marchetti family and the Reviello. This understanding made her aware of how little Giovanni told her. How deep and complicated the history of these two families is. “Giovanni probably knows that he has Marchetti blood running through his veins, but I doubt he knows that it was Gioacchino who killed his father.” Theodor sighs deeply, and brings his hand up to his neck, that's tensed from stress. “Gioacchino twisted history in his favor and made us the villains, but he was the one who caused all of this.” She remains silent for a moment, pondering whether that's really everything. The name Abel resonates in her mind again, and she even opens her lips to ask him, but falls silent, uncertain whether or not she can trust this man… after all, Theodor kidnapped her and locked her in a cage. “Gioacchino will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal… even if it costs other
Last Updated : 2023-06-01Reviello's Wrong Bride Wrecking ball
“Gioacchino Reviello…” The name escapes through Theodor's lips with extreme displeasure, as if it were bitter. “I never imagined you would set foot in America.”“Sometimes, it's necessary…” Gioacchino sets his eyes down on the cage, and they close slightly as he notices the girl inside. “Like finding out that my grandson got married and didn't even bother to invite the family, or introduce her…”Eleonor feels a shiver run down her spine. Indeed, his presence is… unsettling. There's something strange about this man… something that makes her heart unsure.“I didn't expect her to be kidnapped and put in a cage by a Marchetti.” He gives a grim smile — the kind that looks loving on the outside, but is full of resentment. Like the ones Emily used to give.Emily… did this man really capture Emily?“Why don't you put that gun down, boy?” Gioacchino makes a dismissive gesture with his hands, and Eleonor glares as they take the guns from Theodor's men.And even with guns pointed at him, Theodor
Last Updated : 2023-06-02Reviello's Wrong Bride Like a lighthouse
After all, what does it feel like to die?What's it like to feel your body losing warmth and being embraced by the shadows, while your eyes lose their glow, and the last breath escapes your lips?Twelve years ago, Eleonor's heart stopped for a few moments, but in her unconsciousness, none of these experiences could be felt. So, what does it feel like to die? Eleonor was sure she would know the moment the gun was fired, and the bullet came swiftly towards her.It's funny how certain moments in life seem to unfold slowly, and others pass by in a blink of an eye… Like as time is broken, or everything is just a matter of perspective… just like the truth, composed of layers that unfold.And at that moment, when the bullet came towards her, the feeling was that time stopped — maybe that's the feeling of dying.But everything took no more than a few seconds, and the pain of the wound never came. Even with her eyes closed and her nerves numb, the sharp pain never came. And when the heavy eye
Last Updated : 2023-06-02Reviello's Wrong Bride No longer a puppet
Giovanni is sitting in the living room, his fingers crossed over his knees. His eyes are staring at the floor, but his mind is much further away. The fear he has felt since he received the picture of Eleonor in the cage is still seared into his skin… And all he can think about is how everything is his fault.When did his choices lead to such crooked paths? When did it all start to go wrong? Perhaps from the very beginning, since his life was spawned from a sin. Even at that moment, Giovanni feels like a magnet for disaster… someone in pieces so sharp they hurt everyone who gets close.He should never have approached Eleonor.He should have let her go from the beginning…Why did he proceed with such a stupid revenge? Why did he cling to his pride, instead of accepting reality as it is?What's the point of continuing to fight against the tide, if all he can do is get tired, without moving from his place?I am exhausted… Giovanni thinks, as footsteps coming down the stairs catch his atte
Last Updated : 2023-06-03Reviello's Wrong Bride Really cursed
Eleonor is lying in bed, looking out the window, at the horizon that's already beginning to paint the darkness of the night with the yellowish tones of dawn. The feeling of being back in what has been her home for the last few weeks, lying on the soft mattress, wrapped in the sheet that mixes her scent with Giovanni's… It's strange. A strange feeling.The heavy eyelids threaten to close as sleep and exhaustion hit her body, but closing her eyes is an invitation for those horrible scenes to return to her mind. The blood, the sound of the gun being fired, and the thud of Theodor's body to the ground. Gosh, so much blood…Her pounding heart causes her to open her eyes again, this time with tears in it… As questions continue to linger in her mind. Why, after all?Why did he sacrifice himself for her? Knowing that she will never know the answer to these questions is making her sick.“Elle?”Eleonor brings her eyes to the door, where she doesn't even notice knocks or footsteps, only the s
Last Updated : 2023-06-03
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Reviello's Wrong Bride — A short letter...
... 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.
Reviello's Wrong Bride Extra 03 — What it means to be a home
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
Reviello's Wrong Bride Extra 02 — Honeymoon
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
Reviello's Wrong Bride Extra 01 — Marrying you.
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
Reviello's Wrong Bride Epilogue — Happily ever after.
“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
Reviello's Wrong Bride My home
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
Reviello's Wrong Bride Time of peace
“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
Reviello's Wrong Bride The prayers of a sinner
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
Reviello's Wrong Bride Ci vediamo all'inferno
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
