All Chapters of Reviello's Wrong Bride: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Three weeks have passed since Eleonor came back to America. Even though her life has been terrible here, the feeling of returning after two years in foreign lands is refreshing. But the best part is staying away from Giovanni. Even though she's staying in his villa, there's no sign of him, just like the villa in Florence. The lack of memories of Giovanni has facilitated her healing process, which is still far from being over. The physical wounds she infringed that night have already healed, but the soul's pieces she lost still bleed.She does feel a strange sense of nostalgia in her nerves, though.Since then, she has not had any contact with Emily or the Evans. She went straight to Giovanni's villa and didn't let anyone know of her arrival in the town, even though it was possible the news would reach them one way or another. But the fact remains that she's not ready to deal with her family yet, or face her cheater-sister, who's very active in society, especially now that her father h

A few hours and Jeanne MoDis later, Eleonor was already feeling the drunkenness approaching, making her more cheerful and unimpeded. She's no longer shy, and even her laughter is louder than usual. As Lisette drinks one drink after another, she feels the same way. But Asher's expression is getting stiffer. He definitely doesn't understand what's the purpose of that place, and how people could turn pain, something so familiar to him, into pleasure.When a group of girls in leather lingerie and chain collars climbs onto a round stage, he feels a chill like a bad sign. He looks at Lisette and Eleonor, who are staring in fascination at the sensual movements the girls are making, as well all the other customers. They were wearing so small clothing that it looked like the brothels shows where he was obliged to go in Giovanni's place. In general, he appreciates this. Perhaps he would appreciate it on another occasion, at another place. But the problem is that Eleonor seems really wrapped on

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

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

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