All Chapters of Reviello's Wrong Bride: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Just as Eleonor predicted, her clothes match her surroundings. The 5-star restaurant is located further away from the beaches and in the center of Cancun, but it brings a cozy, tropical atmosphere. Both the tables and the padded chairs are made of light wood, and they have straw details. Each table has straw chandeliers that gives off a warm light that fills the whole room. Some palm trees are around the place, and the plants' green color goes well with the other furniture. But Eleonor's red dress stands out and draws everyone's attention. Her cheeks take on the same color as her clothes, but Giovanni's firm hand at the end of her back brings a security that’s difficult to explain. She shouldn't feel safe around a man who threatens other people's lives as if they were just pieces on a board — disposable and replaceable. His posture is impeccable as he guides her around the room. The other customers are looking at them, and Eleonor can't tell if it's because of her appearance or becau

Eleonor is back in her room at the resort, staring at the starry sky from the balcony. People who see her room now can't imagine how messy it was once. And she seems so perfect on the outside that anyone who looks at her would never imagine the broken pieces inside her heart. She just wanted to take a relaxing bath and get rid of the feeling of being touched by that man. But Giovanni entered the bathroom first, and she wasn't in the mood to see the body that always makes her forget all her frustrations. As soon as he comes out of the shower, Eleonor is going to the bathroom. She doesn't want to look at the black robe that shows a part of his abdomen or the wet black hair that falls over his forehead. It's too dangerous. “Stop.” He says, and she stops as if on instinct. She doesn't see the victorious smile on his lips because she's on her back. “Where are you going?” “I'm going to take a shower…” “No, you're not.” He says. Eleonor turns around, ready to argue, but his voice is deep

Thomas Marchetti's fight started out intense. When the bell rang, Thomas attacked his opponent with precise punches. But despite being under pressure, Jones manages to control the situation and lands a few punches that score points for him. The two men exchange blows for the entire round. When the bell sounds again, Thomas goes to the blue corner and sits with his back to the girls who are watching nervously. Even though it's small, Thomas's eyebrow has opened into a cut that bleeds profusely. His breathing is quick and shallow. Even from that distance, Eleonor can notice how his chest rises and falls sharply. Eleonor is concerned about the outcome. There are still two rounds to go, and all fights, except for Andreas, have been decided by the judges. She doesn't want Thomas' fight to be settled by third parties because she knows well that one can't count on luck. Even if she hasn't talked to him directly, he's Andreas' friend. He can't be a bad person, right? Also, Lisette seemed int

Eleonor is tense, as if there's a storm outside. But the night sky is clear and there are hardly any clouds. Still, Eleonor feels as if lightning could strike them at any moment. She tries to warm herself with the heat that the wine brings to her body, but her tension is as clear as the crystal sea.She's accompanied to dinner by Giovanni and Lisette. She has tried to refuse her husbands' presence, but he insists. So, they sat at a table next to a big window in one of the resort's restaurants. Giovanni ordered seafood, but Lisette wanted Mexican dishes. Eleonor… well, she doesn't have much of an appetite. In fact, she feels her stomach twist when she sees the sign of food.“I'm so angry. I mean…” Lisette says between bites. “Did you really have to call my Papà? I had to listen to a three-hour lecture, Giovanni… THREE HOURS! Saying that I shouldn't take advantage of our friendship and do what I want; that I shouldn't tease you because I'm too old to do it. I mean, since when do I tease

Eleonor holds her breath. It's as if her lungs have forgotten how to breathe. Her heart beats so heavily and fast that it could rip her chest open and give itself totally to that man. She also feels her legs weaken, but thanks to Giovanni's embrace, she manages to aid herself. “Don't say that.” She whispers. “I don't want to believe you.” “Yes, you do.” Giovanni gives a weak smile. She closes her eyes, feeling butterflies fly in her stomach. “I really can't tell if you're bluffing right now…” “I'm not bluffing.” He slides his hand down her face slowly. “I meant every word.” “That's fucked up…” She shakes her head, ignoring the sensation his fingers cause on her skin as they slide to the back of her neck. “We…” “It doesn't matter.” He brushes his lips against hers. “I don't care about anything else.” He closes his eyes and kisses her quietly. And once again, she closes her eyes and gives her heart what it desires. She surrenders to the kiss, searching for his face. Giovanni slide