All Chapters of Reviello's Wrong Bride: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Eleonor goes to the beach to get away from her thoughts by dipping her feet in the sand and looking at the horizon, where the blue sky and the blue ocean blend together. She takes a deep breath and feels the sun on her skin. When she sees a kiosk, she walks up to it. She orders coconut water at the counter, wondering what to do for the rest of the day. Even though the weather is sunny, she doesn't feel excited enough to enjoy the beach like the other tourists, who seem happy with their vacation. She looks at the missed calls from her sister, which, until that moment, she hadn't the courage to return. There's so much she would like to tell her sister, but there seems to be more than oceans between them… It's as if their souls are disconnected. Eleonor used to think that the bond between them was strong. But now, it seems like a mirage that she's slowly starting to see through. She pays and thanks the attendant for the coconut water. Therefore, she goes to a wooden table with a big pa

The party is being held at a five-star hotel. From the outside, it looks like a normal place, without much security and with wealthy people walking around. But as Eleonor and Lisette make their way through the lobby, they notice that there are security guards everywhere, disguised in suits that would cost the annual salaries of ordinary workers. She knows they're security guards because she has spent the last two years dealing with them. They're usually well-trained and discreet, blending easily into the crowd. People wouldn't be suspicious if they weren't paying close attention. “I can't believe I'm the one asking this, but…” Lisette looks around, worried. She follows Eleonor with quick steps, crossing the lobby. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Oh, certainly isn't a good idea. Giovanni specifically asked that they stay at the resort. He wants to keep her off the illicit business, and she's going directly to a place where the biggest dealers are gathering for who knows what. This

Giovanni turns away and returns to the group, and Eleonor finally recognizes one of the faces. Antonio gives her a subtle glance but turns his attention completely to Giovanni. Lisette approaches her friend and says low, between her teeth, “I have to say that this was a terrible idea... I feel like at least three dealers are looking at my ass like it's a rare product.” Eleonor can't resist and gives a low laugh. “I'm sorry, that was a really bad idea. Let's go back…” “Oh, no… we've already done this good, so we need to enjoy it!” Lisette looks around. “I think I made enough wrong decisions for a single day. Giovanni ordered me to stay at the resort, and yet we followed him here.” “And since when do you care about his orders?” Lisette sighs. “Since I acted on impulse and made things worse.” Eleonor shrugs her shoulders and her body withers, as if she's ashamed and overwhelmed by negative feelings. “I don't want to make it any worse.” “Well, it seems to me that you don't have to w

Morning came, even though the night seemed to last forever. Eleonor couldn't sleep for a single minute. The wave of intense emotions caused terrible insomnia. The employee who helped the girls by using the spare key to open the door called for a medical team, which treated Lisette and Eleonor's injuries. The result was bandages on her feet, legs, hands, and neck. Lisette also got bandages on her legs and hand because she held the glass shard tightly.After Lisette fell asleep, Eleonor found Giovanni's pack of cigarettes, which were in the same drawer as the gun. She never cared for nicotine, but she would be grateful for any comfort she could find. Sitting on the balcony, she drags for the first time. When the smoke reaches her lungs, she coughs. But she drags again and again… until she gets a little used to the sensation and the quietness that dampens her nerves.She tilts her head back, feeling pain in her neck cut. With the adrenaline levels low and her body

Giovanni has been sitting on the sofa in his room for at least two hours, in complete silence. Suddenly, everything seems so empty. Even now, he can still inhale her perfume and shampoo. The bedsheets still smell like her. And he couldn't help but smell the pillows to ease the lump in his throat. He would be lying if he said he didn't think about getting on a plane and going after her, leaving all his commitments behind to get back the one thing he once loved so desperately that he almost suffocated. But his duty as Corvi Neri's leader — and his honor as a Reviello always came before his identity as Giovanni… before his role as a husband. That's why he drowned himself in a whole bottle of scotch and a whole pack of cigarettes. Because drowning his demons has always been the easiest way to deal with them. On this day, especially, they seem to be persistent. Giovanni tilts his head back completely, staring at the room's ceiling that seems to spin around him. Then he closes his eyes, a