All Chapters of Reviello's Wrong Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The long night pass by. Giovanni is sitting on the balcony, smoking a cigarette in the silence of the night. His mind is distant, thoughtful. The truth is, he's so mad he's had to recur to nicotine… Otherwise, he'd probably have that bastard and that damn Erica Evans heads ripped over his feet. It never crossed his mind that Eleonor would be so mistreated by her family. He knew that Emily faced difficulties, but he never imagined that Eleonor suffered even worse things… perhaps his vision was corrupted because of the rumors of Eleonor's terrible personality. He places his hand over her face, letting the cigarette burn between his fingers. How could those rumors be true? Since the beginning, she's been doing her best, hasn't she? Come to think of it, hadn't he felt truly surprised when he first saw her? The way she was able to stand up for herself… The mix of ferocity and sweetness caught his attention almost immediately. This was not the image he had carried in his mind. And as time

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

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

“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